My lovely stalker ( yandere boys x reader)(completeled)

chapter 1-Bloody hearts

You glance at the clock on the white brick wall next to the board. Ticks can be heard as seconds silently pass by. Desks are in rows of four while one window is in the far corner. The lights over your head flicker in a pattern of red light-green light. Some of your classmates are whispering to one another, passing notes, or laughing at the class clown. Your teacher, Mr. Ross, is giving a lecture on being safe in dating and how dangerous relationships can get. Suddenly, a girl sitting to your left raises her hand. She is slightly taller than you with light brown locks and she has sparkling blue eyes. Mr. Ross looks her way, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, miss Rose." He says while looking toward the clock out of the corner of his left eye. She clears her throat loudly making, everyone stop what they're currently doing and turn their attention to her. A smile pulls at her blood red lips.

"Isn't it true, that a young woman was murdered by some psycho boy last year who, was supposedly her boyfriend? Wasn't kinda idiotic?" She asks.

"Yes, that's very true, but there is nothing idiotic about that awful event last year. That family was very hurt by the loss of their 2nd daughter."

She snaps her attention to you, her eyes filling with deadly poison. She quickly smirks at you.

"You would know all about that, (y/n). Why don't you tell us how you found your sister? How did that day affect your sanity?" She points her index finger in front of your face. Mr. Ross narrows his eyes. Before, he can say anything the school bell goes off.

You bite into your bottom lip as hard as you can making, your teeth cut into your skin. Blood leaks from the new cut. You quickly pick up your books and slip them into your (f\c) shoulder bag. You stand up and slip your backpack strap over your left shoulder. The other students quickly gather their things and race out of the classroom like a herd of dogs being released from a cage of imprisonment.

Rose goes to step through the doorway but, Mr. Ross roughly grabs her right wrist. He drags her back into the classroom making, her stumble over her high heels. She turns to face him, fear twisting into her facial features. You can't help, but smirk at the sight. She's getting what she deserves.

"Rose, I believe we're not done here."

"What do you mean?"

"You have two weeks in detention starting right now. Your'll be lucky if you don't get expelled." He replies. Her face immediately drops and anger raises to her cheeks.

"Oh, yeah. I can call my daddy and get you fired." She says while yanking her wrist out of his grip. She crosses her arms over her chesr.

He simply smirks, a dark smile.

"Sure, call your dad, but he's going to find out his perfect angel is the devil." This comment makes the color of her face drain. She uncrosses her arms and looks toward the floor.

You step out of the classroom and into the hall way. Every other student has already left and gone home. Silence lingers in the air. You head down the hall and stop as the sound of someone screaming echoes off each wall. Your body immediately freezes up. Suddenly, the hall lights start to flicker. You turn your attention to the narrow hall to your right. Loud footsteps quickly head your way. A young girl about your age steps out of the darkness. Horror immediately claws at your throat. Her school unform is covered in fresh blood along with her locks. Several cuts are engraved in each of her arms. Blood leaks out of the cuts, dripping down her arm and splashing onto the tile floor. She reaches you.

She quickly grabs both of your arms dying your skin with her own blood. Her face is horror striken and dry tears coat her eyes.

"You have to help me." She says while sobbing. Her while body is shaking with fear.

"Please, save me from him." She cries.

" Who's him?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly, something shinny is thrown out of the darkness. It lands in the back of her skull. Her body immediately goes limp and hits the floor.

You gaze into the darkness as a young boy about your age steps out into the light. He reaches you in one graceful step. His school uniform is covered in her blood. His fingertips are also coated in it. He grins at you while tilting his skull to the side. A mad man's smile is plasterd on his busted lips. You step back only to meet a wall. The boy tightens his grip on the pair of scissors in his gloved hand.

"What do you want and why did you kill her?" You quietly ask. Your own voice barely audioable. He laughs.

"Oh, its doesn't matter. You don't need to know anything expect I love you." He replies and suddenly grabs your hands. You try to pull away but he manages to aim the scissors next to your neck.

"Who are you?"

"Your stalker, doll. Now be a good girl and listen to me or those scissors are going to go into your throat." He reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out some rope. He wraps it around your wrists and ties it into a knot. You kick him as hard as you can making, him stumble back. Sadly, the blades on the scissors cut your neck a bit. Pain goes through your neck. You run toward the exit .Just as your fingers wrap around the door handle, something wraps around your ankle. Your pulled back making, you fall and hit your head on the tile floor. You turn your body to face the ceiling. You look down the hall to see him making his way toward. You try to kick him again but he grabs your foot. He snaps your foot to the side. Suddenly, pain goes through your foot just as a snap can be heard. You gasp for air as you glance at your left foot. He looks down at you.

He sits on your stomach and smiles at you. His eyes trace your blood shot eyes and your tiny frame. A disappointed sigh escapes his lips. He leans his head against his right cheek.

"Well, I thought you could listen, but your just like all the other girls here." He says, his grip tightening on the pair of scissors.

"I'll have to teach you a lesson. Trust me, I don't want to but, life is crappy." He says. His eyes clouding with sadness.

He bends toward your face and gently kisses your cheek. Then, he sits up straight. He aims the scissors at your throat and stabs you in your neck. Pain fills your throat. You try to breath but you can't. You cough on your own blood.