They Call It Fate - Yandere! Boys x Reader

Chapter 7 - Rude

(Y/N) had to practically race to her next class. It was fairly far away from her music theory class, and it wasn't helpful having to twist between the wave of students before her, who apparently couldn't even walk at a mediocre pace. She began to worry that she wouldn't be able to sit next to Itsumi, or that she would get scolded for being late. Even though it was just the first day, she had heard her English teacher was a real stickler for the rules. 

(Y/N) began to wonder what her teacher would do if she was late on the first day. Would the teacher care? Would she forever be looked down upon for her one transgression on the first day? Would the teacher give a whole speech about (Y/N)'s tardiness, and then the whole class automatically hates her? (Y/N) knew that she really shouldn't worry about a little thing like that, but she didn't have much else to do at the moment besides walk and overthink.

She felt herself bump into something. For a second (Y/N) thought she had walked into a wall, but when she looked up, (Y/N)'s (e/c) eyes met striking yellow ones.

"Watch where you're going." A boy with blonde hair glared at (Y/N) through his thick, black-rimmed glasses.

(Y/N) quickly noticed that the boy was one of the new kids she had seen at lunch.

"Yeah, whatever." (Y/N) just rolled her eyes. She didn't care if she came off as rude to the new boy, she wasn't going to take any crap from him.

The boy just gave a look of discontent and carried on his way. (Y/N) let out a quiet growl and continued walking. 

She noticed that she was still following right behind the boy with an attitude, and she prayed they didn't have the same class together.

The boy turned right; (Y/N) did as well. They both walked nearer and nearer to her classroom. She mentally facepalmed when she saw him enter a class. Her English class.

(Y/N) walked in after him. As she walked in, she noticed a grim woman just stare at her. The woman had her aged, blonde hair tied up in a tight bun, and (Y/N) could see many scowl and frown lines adorning her face. This was definitely the English teacher she had heard of and been warned about by several upperclassmen. (Y/N) walked right past the rude blonde boy she had just acquainted herself with, and she made her way to the seat next to her brown-eyed friend who was waving at her. The boy seemed to take no notice, or perhaps he just did not care.

(Y/N) was about to sit down when she saw a little card with a name on it that was definitely not hers.

(Y/N) let out a groan. Itsumi giggled. 

"School too much for you, (Y/N)?" Itsumi smiled sweetly at her distraught friend.

"First of all: I have had a very eventful day. Second of all: I hate assigned seats. And third of all: I met one of those new boys, and he is a jerk."

Itsumi stuck out her tongue.

"I'm sure that's not true. You're probably just acting grumpy." Itsumi defended the boy she didn't even know, and (Y/N) recoiled with a look of disgust.

"Yeah, I'm sure he's secretly a real charmer. I better find my seat." (Y/N) replied with a thick layer of sarcasm and walked off from her friend.

Itsumi just gave a pout and got all her things prepared for class. 

(Y/N) walked by all of the tables with empty seats in order to find her name. She soon realized she was getting closer and closer to the blonde boy that she had already taken a disliking to, and she hoped, prayed she wouldn't have to sit anywhere near him. 

To (Y/N)'s utter dismay, she ended up standing in front of the desk right across from the little snark. He appeared to be reading a book, with his black-rimmed glasses falling ever so slightly down the bridge of his nose. She set her things down with a loud thud, and she sat down with a scowl etched firmly on her face.