you shouldn't lie || yandere boys x reader

chapter two: are

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 closed my locker gently and closed the lock of it, making a little click sound as it shut. I was lucky enough not to see the blueberry pancake at this time around.

I trudged towards the men's locker room, well the only locker room, and closed my eyes and held my nose together.

If I'm going down, I'm going to go down with a fight.

I hesitantly stepped inside the locker room to be greeted with Liam, the blueberry bitch.

Well, I can't see him, I just heard and recognized his annoying voice.

"Awh, my poor peasant, he is so cute," Liam cooed, getting the attention of almost all the guys in the locker room.

I panicked and shut my eyes even harder.

"Is he gay or some shit? Don't touch me if you are," one of the guys sneered.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my back and it pushed me toward a direction. My only solution was to trust it in hopes it was somebody nice.

"Hey, you can open your eyes now!" It said rather annoyed.

I immediately recognized the voice and glared at Liam harshly. Geez, and to think I was morning free without him.

"No thank you? Wow, ignore me all you please, I'm going to hang out with my friends," He declared, trudging triumphantly towards his group of friends that snickered at me.

What an ugly bunch of people. Not physically ugly, I mean, frick, they are hot. I mean, can you blame me? Laced with six packs and some with tattoos. Though, the personality makes them ugly.

I wonder if Liam has tattoos as well.

I couldn't turn to look at him changing, mostly because I'll probably faint again and have to be taken to the nurse.

"Hey, (Your Guy Name), I have this for you," Mathew, my dumbass sibling, came rushing towards me.

His squad of athletic guys followed with me and a few of Liam's friends followed too. I guess Liam and Mathew are in the same friend group. Does that mean-

Suddenly, Mathew pulls me aside harshly and waves off his friends that followed him to leave. They do so and send me a sympathetic look.

"What did I say about being popular," He asked, sternly and threateningly as he glared harshly into my (eye color) eyes.

"No-"

"No being popular. Ever since people saw you hanging out with my best friend, Liam, everyone has been talking about you. They say that you are pretty cool, because they saw 'the king' talking to you," He informed, rolling his eyes occasionally to the look of fear in my eyes.

"The king? I thought-"

" I don't think you understand how the school ranks itself. Yes, I did take the basketball team to nationals, but his family is richer than mine. Hell, they can buy my dad's company," Mathew says, looking away kind of disappointingly.

"Who is he? All I know is that he's the principal's son," I questioned, tapping my chin in confusion.

"The principal's wife is a model and the reason the principal can afford the money to build this place was his soda company which has a net worth of over one hundred billion."

I panicked and shrunk into the corner of the locker room, hiding in shame.

"Whatever, here is your uniform," Mathew remarked, throwing me a gym uniform and running off with his man packages.

I darted into a stall in the bathroom and changed there, careful to make sure nobody was looking. The uniform was just a white shirt with blue hem on the collar and the short sleeves with a blue pair of loose shorts. The shirt was also loose which made me want to thank my brother for putting thought into what I wore. Then, I went outside of the locker room to be greeted by a bunch of snacks and full course meals sitting on the bleachers.

This school really has a bunch of diversity. People from different cultures and it looks like personality too.

I make my way towards the bottom corner and sat down where nobody else was except a small, fragile looking guy. I turned towards him concerned about his shaking figure.

He was 5'4 and looking down at his lap nervously while fumbling his fingers. It seemed like nobody wanted to talk to him. His light brown hair fell loosely, because of his head facing downwards and his bangs covered his eyes slightly.

Awh man, let me tell you about his beautiful eyes that peaked out from his bangs. It was a beautiful honey colored hazel that spoke so many words. His build wasn't too masculine or muscular, he was in between. He had a little bit of muscle showing through the short sleeve of the uniform. He was cute, I'm not going to lie. A light blush and freckles adorned his cheeks as well which fit him perfectly.

"Peasant!" I heard someone yell.

We all knew it was Liam.

I looked up at the bleachers to see Liam on the top of it, looking down on me and motioning me to come to him. I didn't however, because I was too lazy to walk up the steps and the guy next to me is being outcasted. Do you blame me for pitying a guy such as his self?

"You can go, you know," the cute boy I was admiring mumbled and stopped his fingers that were previously fumbling.

I smile a bit, which grabbed the boy's attention and he looks into my eyes. His blush further darkens as he is met with my face and looks down at my chest shyly.

"The name is (Your Guy Name), but call me your new best friend," I joked, giggling, then making it turn into a (a/n: I'm sorry for this) mANlY ChuCkle.

"L-Logan," he whispers under his breath before smiling,

"that's my name."

Logan laughed a little on my smooth introduction until the tension grew quieter and quieter.

"So why is everyone avoiding you?"