Yandere Boy

I'm in Love?!

Naomi....her sweet and luscious scent, her pearl white skin, and the flow of her short auburn hair...Tyler was disgusted with everything about this new girl!

Slamming the bedroom door behind him, Tyler threw all his school things to the floor, pulled his phone out from his back pocket to pause his music, and plopped down into his neatly made bed.

Pulling up google, Tyler's fingers hovered over every letter on the keyboard. He didn't even know where to begin. He never felt this way before and he was pretty sure it wasn't something a doctor could help him with. It was like a sickening sweet feeling, but yet, still made him want to vomit his guts out.

"...love..." was the only word that fell from Tyler's lips as he stared blankly at the phone's screen. He was right, he really did want to puke.

He had heard people talk about love before, but he had never experienced it himself. He never really felt anything except being pissed 24/7. He had seen the way couples would disgustingly look at each other, and the unrealistic love that actors would put on in the movies, but to think he would ever feel this way too made him want to die. It was a terribly painful feeling.

Ruffling his hands violently through his straight black hair, Tyler hoped that maybe he could shake the gooey image of pink hearts and kisses of love that kept filling his head.

Turning off his phone and throwing it somewhere in his room, he laid back and sighed. His arm lay over his forehead to block the evening sunlight that shined in from the half closed blinds, as he looked at his plain white ceiling. Hoping to find answers to his horrible problems, but that was too far fetched. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, he instead let dark thoughts run through his mind. To hopefully drain stupid girly romance crap from his head, by replacing it with something much more twisted.

The next morning, Tyler walked into class feeling no better than he did last night. He made his way to his seat, all the while avoiding the soft and cheerful gaze of the girl who sat behind him. He wasn't prepared to deal with this crap so early in the morning.

"Um, excuse me." came a sweet and calming voice, as a small and delicate finger tapped at Tyler's shoulder.

Tyler turned around in a flash, meeting the soft blue eyes of the creature behind him. "Oh, yeah, u-um, what?" Tyler managed out with a confused frown plastered on his face, startling the girl.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she quickly apologized, realizing she probably shouldn't sneak up on half dead people in the mornings. "My name is Naomi, and I seemed to have lost my pencil. Do you have a spare?" She asked.

After a while of awkward silence and a lot of uncomfortable glaring coming from Tyler, Naomi speedily apologized, "I'm so sorry! If you did have a pencil I promise to return it, but you know what, never mind! Forget I ever said anything!"

Tyler realized his mistake and relaxed his facial features the best he could. He never meant to scare the poor girl, but he did have to admit that he quite liked the look on her face. Her panicked expression was really something.

Turning around, Tyler pulled a spare pencil from his binder and placed it on Naomi's desk. He could feel her eyes curiously watching him as his heart beat quickened.

"Thank you!" She said giving him the warmest smile that made her whole face light up.

"Y-yeah, uh, whatever..." Tyler's words stuffed off as he quickly turned himself around. Only to stare at his shaking hands that rest upon his lap.

'What the hell is happening to me!? Am I insane?! What did I have to make a fool of myself like that?!?!'

Tyler tried to calm himself, but Naomi's stupid face kept appearing in his mind. Sending a wave of emotions over him. The thought of her smile made him sick with love, but the though of her panic stricken face sent a pleasure of chills up his spine.

Maybe that's all he needed. Maybe if he scared her some more, got more of a reaction from her. Then maybe he could erase the feeling of love. He wouldn't mind seeing more expressions like that appear across her doll like face.

'That's just it. That's what I'll do then. I'll scare her away. I'll find a better way to handle this feeling of mine, all while watching her eyes cry out tears of pain and fear. What a pleasure that could be. Maybe then I can turn this feeling of love into something else?'