I stare at him in shock. How could he? He knows I'm in love with him and he flaunts her?! I stare at him in anger as he walks down the hall with his arm wrapped around Sidney. I catch his eyes and he smirks. He's playing with me. I hate games. Slamming my locker shut I strut past him and hit his shoulder with mine. I can feel his glare on my back.
*Time Skip*
(Y.N) sits on the couch watching TV. The phone rings and she gets up to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Who is this?"
"Who do you want it to be?"
"I'm not in the mood for fucking games."
The voice chuckles
"What's you favorite scary movie?"
"I don't have one "
"So you want to die?"
*Click*
*Ring ring*
*Click*
"Did you just fucking hang up on me?!"
"Yeah, do you want me to do it again?"
"You better not."
"What do you want?"
"Who's the killer in Friday the 13th?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"...... Pamala Voorhees."
"...correct."
*Click*
(Y.N) stares down at the phone before rolling her eyes and putting it back. Suddenly loud knocking rang out. (Y.N) jumped in shock. She runs to the door and looks threw the eyehole before opening the door.
"What the hell do you want?"
Billy looks up at her and smiles.
"What's wrong?"
"You know what's wrong. You ass!"
Billy pushes his way into her house.
"Oh come on. You know she doesn't mean anything."
"That's not what it looks like."
He just chuckles and kisses her.
"You know I love you."
She smiles.
"I love you to."
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Slashers x Reader
Terrorbunch of one shots of: Jason Michael Freddy Ghost face Leather face Hannibal Lector I probably won't do smut unless specifically asked.