♡You're Mine♡ (Male Yandere x Male Reader)

Chapter 6

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◈Xander's POV◈

It was past 10pm and Y/N still hadn't called me. He usually calls around 9:30, we talk until 10, and then he goes to sleep so he won't be tired in the morning in class. I sighed and called him myself.

*Ring*

*Ring*

*Ring*

He didn't answer.

I frowned at my phone as I turned it off, lying down and groaning. The bed doesn't even smell like him anymore... He's been gone for too long.

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I stayed up for about another hour and tried calling him again.

*Ring*

*Ring*

*Ring*

What the actual fuck?

Did he just fall asleep and forget to call me? I even reminded him before we left the park. Or maybe he's with Chandler? He might've said something about our talk.

I groaned. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about it for the time being. Maybe his phone is just dead. Or maybe he accident put it ln silent.

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◈Your POV◈

Ugh...

I woke up on the couch and looked around. Oh... yeah. This is Zoey's house, isn't it? I remember now. Sort of. She invited me to a party. I guess I passed out on the couch. I'm not much of a drinker, but I know for damn sure there were drinks at the party.

I sat up slightly and groaned as I got a splitting headache. I noticed my flannel was unbuttoned. I don't even remember wearing flannel, but whatever. It's definitely mine though.

I heard Zoey yawn. Oh. Wait. Her head was resting on my chest, her small arms wrapped around my waist. She had drooled all over my chest.

Ew...

"Mm... I'm up..." She yawned again, sitting up in my lap. At least I still have my pants on. I'll just ask me nothing too weird happened.

Her hand touched my chest as she tried to keep herself from falling over. She quickly pulled her hand away and looked at me. "Y/N... What's on your chest?.." Her words were still slurred.

"It's your nasty ass drool."

"Eeew." She giggled and moved off of me. I took my shirt off and used it to wipe the drool off of me. "Gross..."

I noticed Zoey was dressed, well, like a prostitute, her unnatural red hair a mess. She had fishnet stockings and gloves, a spiked collar, and short shorts. Her neon crop top fell slightly off her shoulders. She was a giggling mess, lost in her own world.

I sighed and sat up fully, standing up from the couch and heading to the kitchen. I got a glass of water and sat on the counter. I looked around the kitchen and noticed two chicks, passed out in the corner on the floor. They were half naked and, I guess cuddling each other?

I dunno what the hell happened, but I guess it was wild. I'm glad I can't remember any of it, or else I might regret it, though I don't think I'll be doing this again any time soon. Something bad might actually happen.

I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pulled my phone out and checked who was calling me.

AH SHIT