you shouldn't lie || yandere boys x reader

chapter eighteen: longer

UNEDITED
//if I made a mistake please tell me//

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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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"What do you mean?"

Ryland scoffed at my question and took another drag of his cigarette. He then lifted his arm and brushed his hair back, but the hair fell back into its initial place before. He then wrapped the arm he used to brush his hair around his body protectively. His arm holding the cigarette rested on it. My thoughts got interrupted as he coughed the smoke out.

"Remember that painting you asked about in art?" Ryland asked, staring at the ground underneath him.

I slowly nodded, recalling the party of blood painting in art. The angel holding onto the man with a mask with the words 'Party of Blood' at the bottom. How could I forget? This was one of the main reasons I was interested in his character.

"Do you remember me?" He questioned me.

Again, how could I forget? The look of pure terror and fright in his eyes back then. When the gunshots first fired, he was there standing still while everyone pushed past him to run.

"Do you remember me?" I asked him in response.

Though, Ryland shook his head 'no'. I don't blame him to not remember the faces of anyone there, especially when I just ran past him.

"I knew you were there, because of your last name. Only the wealthiest and the most corrupted families were invited anyway," Ryland muttered, dropping his cigarette and crushing it with his foot.

I stared at the crushed cigarette in confusion. He didn't even take a drag out of his cigarette that much. Why?

He followed my gaze onto the cigarette and sighed. He then kicked the cigarette away and grabbed the box of cigarettes he had. Then, he chucked it far away to the point where it was no longer visible.

"I fucking hate the man I turned into. I could've helped my mom, but I stood there scared. She would hate to see me like this right now," Ryland growled.

Suddenly, it all connected in my head.

The party of blood was the party my parents attended when my mom was married to my terrible excuse of a father. It was a party to celebrate all the corrupted companies rising to power, but as a kid, I didn't know. I was just focused on the fact that they had a chocolate fountain. Their food was amazing- especially all the sweets-

But that's besides the point. There was a mass shooting and the killer was unidentified. Some people thought that it was just some poor person pissed off at all the wealthy people, but it wasn't. It was someone inside the room with us which means it was a rich person as well. At least, that's what I think. So, that means his mom must've been one of the fifty that died in that party. One thing confused me though.

"Who is the man that your mom was hugging in the picture?" 

Ryland stared at me with a shocked expression on his face. Quickly, his face returned back to a stone cold one.

"My dad that I've never met. I heard he died of lung cancer when I was young . That's why my mom would be pissed off if she saw me now," he explained.

He clenched his jaw, then bit his lip as if he was holding back something.

"I've been trying to quit smoking, but I can never find a reason why," he continued.

Then, he turned his head away from me so I couldn't see his face.

"But, for some reason I've been smoking less."

I smiled happily for him. Maybe he finally found a reason to quit it. Though, the fact that he turned his face away from me shows that he didn't want to talk about it. I decided to change the subject, so he would be more comfortable.

"Why did you become a model anyways? You don't look like the type of guy to want to model," I giggled, laying back on the bench and smiling calmly.

He turned his face back to me and stared at my relaxed face. Slowly, his breathing started becoming steady and his guarded character was long gone by now. He started relaxing when he saw my smile and laid back  as well, putting his arms behind him to rest his head.

"My aunt faked their will to make all my parents' money go towards her bank account. I wasn't left with anything. I ran away and became homeless before social services could take me away to some foster home. Thankfully, some model scout liked the way I look and so I became a model," Ryland spoke, closing his eyes.

I glanced at him with sympathy. So, that's why he's so guarded.

"Are you-"

"Geez, you sure do talk a lot," Ryland interrupted.

Well, there goes his openness.

His relaxed position turned back into his defensive position. His back was straight again and his arms were crossed with his usual angry look he always carries.

"Why are you being like this again?" I mumbled.

Ryland stood up in a fit and began walking away.

"Wait!" I called out, standing up to catch up with him.

Ryland stopped and then turned around to face me. He crossed his arms again and looked at me with a 'fuck off' expression.

"You should wait a few minutes. It's almost the end of first period," He responded.

It's already almost the end of first period? I guess I was so wrapped up in that conversation that I didn't even hear the bell ringing.

"That's not what I wanted you to stop for!" I shouted.

Ryland rolled his eyes and began walking again, but I trailed behind him like a lost puppy.

"Why do you keep avoiding me?" I asked again, loud enough for him to hear.

Suddenly, Ryland aggressively turned around and stared at me in the eyes.

"I want to trust you. Believe me, but I know damn well you'll be the death of me."

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a/n: who is your favorite character now?