you shouldn't lie || yandere boys x reader

chapter one: rules

Key || Side Notes || Information
-Bold- = Author Notes
-Italics- = Character's Thoughts (only used once in awhile)
|| This Story will be told in first person point of view, occasionally switching povs every now and then. Warnings will be shown to help readers that are sensitive to gore and violence. Mature language used||

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I stared down at the schedule that was clutched in my hands. I couldn't help, but feel the color drain from my face.
Gym first period? Are you kidding me?

Man he owes me so much for doing this.

I pulled up the map of the school and basically almost cried too. First off, where am I? Second off, what's that? Third-

"Oh, so we meet again, kid that doesn't like me."

I turned around and met faces with this guy again. Well, not entirely, he was tall, really tall. His great blue eyes shining with his matching blue hair as well. It wasn't neat, it was messy. The player look, as I like to say, was pretty nice on him.

"No talking? That's how mad you are at me? Geez, your mood swings resemble a woman," he teased, chuckling at the end.

oH i wOnder whY.

I turned away from his face, huffing a little bit. I turned my heel away from him and started walking into a random hallway.

"Where are you going, Cinderella?" He asked, snorting at his 'amazing' joke.

I scoffed again and kept going, looking at the signs near the doors in the hallway. I'm so fricked.

"OI, Cinderella, gym is that way," He again, teased, and laughed at me going into a random direction.

I turned around, meeting his eyes, and glaring at them. This started a whole eye battle, but him being so tall, my neck started hurting, so I had to let go. I ran past him and into the gym behind him.

"Hey! Cinderella, my name is Liam!" Liam screamed throughout the hallway.

I didn't bother to answer back as I ran into the gym and into the locker room. As soon as I ran in, I got the attention of all the boys in locker room.

Let me remind you, this is a locker room. Shirtless boys are in here.

My nose exploded.

That's when I passed out.

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Where am I?

I opened my eyes slowly, lifting my arms just to touch my aching head.

"So, (Your Name) (Last Name), that's your name?"

I looked onto the side of my bed, sitting up.

There, I met eyes with that blueberry looking ass again.

"What?" I asked, my eyes widening.

Liam chuckled again.

"Why are you here?" I questioned again, pulling the blanket up to my stomach.

"The nurse seemed to make an amazing discovery," he smirked, pointing to my chest region.

Oh frick.

"It seems someone has been lying."

"How- How would you know ? Why do you care?" I asked again defensively.

Liam's smirk grew wider and wider. He stood up from the chair beside my bed and towered over me. His hands held my wrists while his body hovered over me.

"I don't think you understand, Kitten. My father is the owner of this school. If anything gets out, we would be doomed."

Liam leaned his lips closer to mine, rather dangerously, as if he wants to play a game with me. Our lips were one centimeter from touching, my face was tomato red. It felt as if I was on fire.

His nose touched mine and his eyes stared rather suggestively.

Then, he chuckled, a low chuckle.

"I don't fuck with peasants, Kitten."

Liam stood up and left, leaving me shocked.

I took my pillow and screamed into it. I just broke two rules. Technically one, right? I mean that one was the biggest rule. I'm so, so, so stupid.

Liam, I swear I will-

"Are you okay, Miss- I mean Sir," the nurse asked, catching himself before he slipped up.

I nodded and looked at the side table. There was my wig. I touched my hair and brushed through the length. I'm so sick of this.

I grabbed my wig and put it on delicately, feeling a little bit of a bruise on the back of my head.

I ran out of the room and out of the school in embarrassment, only to be met with a car almost running me over.

It was a beautiful, black Lamborghini that was so freaking tasty looking. Man, I wish I was rich. Wait- I almost got ran over.

The window rolled down and revealed Liam, again and again and again. I'm starting to think this guy is following me.

"It's rather windy outside, Princess, don't want your wig to be flying with it," He snickered, motioning for me to go in.

I sighed and walked right past his car.

"I don't trust blueberry pancakes," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Whatever, Princess, but just saying, if you run into a homeless guy on the streets, don't yell out for me."

I scoffed at his remark.

I trudged down the big hill. The school was on top of the hill with all the big time mansions. It sucked, honestly. My house was at the bottom of the hill with all of the poor stores and schools. Hell, the schools only had like three rooms filled with more than fifty kids. Those dumb fucking prestigious kids will understand the hell I went through.

When I was little, the rich kids would go down on their fucking hover boards and beat the poor kids. I was one of the beaten ones. I was kicked in a corner of an alleyway and dumped into a fast food dumpster. They used their fancy forks that have been heated up by their luxurious fire places and made a hashtag on my shoulder to play their little tic tac toe game.

Little did they know, I'll be the last play of the game. I rubbed the unfinished game on my shoulder and winced.

Life is a game.

I will not lose it.