You're nothing (yandere boys x reader)

Chapter 1- The Haunting

    You sigh, stepping into Starbucks. Rain platters loudly against the window pane while darkness swallows everything up. People crowd the area, most of them are texting or clicking away on their phones while others chat it up with someone beside them. You walk past a couple making out in a booth to your left and glance at the line at the cash register.

   Unfortunately, it's super crowded. You growl to yourself making your way to a right corner where the booths are. You pull your hood over your (h/c) locks while taking a seat. You prop your elbow against the tabletop, closing your eyes.

    "Can I help you?" A waitress asks you snapping you out of your thoughts. You lift up your head meeting her eyes. She's rather tall and skinny. Her brown locks are pulled back in a high ponytail.
    "I'll have black coffee," you reply. Suddenly, her eyes grow wide. She squeaks, pressing her notepad on her chin.

    "Oh my goodness," you raise an eyebrow.   

     "What?" You prop your hand against the right side of your face.
     "You're (cover name,)" you nod your head making her eyes grow wide. Her hand goes limp next to her side, her facial features twisting into disgust. You automatically roll your eyes.

     "I can believe you. You give your friend a black eye and put them in the hospital," she exclaims.
    "No, I didn't. That is rumor," you dig your nails into your skin stopping yourself from snapping.
    "You're so awful. I can't believe I liked your songs," she curls her nose up like a sob.

    You finally snap. You stand up, slamming your hands on the tabletop. Everyone turns to look your way.
    "I didn't hurt anyone. Let alone, my best friend," you snap. Their eyes quickly flicker with disgust.
    "You're all idiots if you believe everything you read on social media! Whatever, go ahead attack me! Anyone have anything to say to my face? I would love the remarks!" Your hood slips from your head. Everyone blinks and turns away. You cross your arms, smirking.

      "That's what I thought," you mumble sitting back down and propping your legs on the side across from you. Suddenly, someone sits in the booth across from you.

   You lift up your head meeting their frame. He's really tall and lanky. His gray locks are combed back and his red eyes glow brightly. He appears to be wearing a trench coat. You raise an eyebrow.
     "My name is Mrs. Meyers. I heard you were looking for a job,"

    "Yeah, so," you shrug your shoulders. He reaches into his jacket pocket and fishes out a card.
    "I have a perfect job for you," he slips the card toward you. You pick it turning it over. Your (e/c) eyes scan the words. It has his address and phone number on it.
     "What's the job?" He leans forward, covering his eyes with his cowboy hat.
      "Just taking care of the house and my four boys,"

      "I don't babysit," you snap, sliding the card back at him, but he stops you.
      "I'll pay you 2,000 dollars at the end of the week," you tilt your skull to the side and smile.

    "I'll do it," you slip the card in your hoodie pocket and look up. Your eyes grow wide with shock, confusion flowing into your veins. He's vanished like he was never there in the first place.