Sickly Sweet- Yandere!malesxreader

2 "Falling"

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8:15 A.M.

"So... You gonna talk, or are ya just gonna stare at us?" The purple haired male asked, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. I blushed slightly in embarrsemnt, but shook it off.

"Listen, I may be tired, but I run a tight ship." I said, putting my hands on my hips. I felt a bit out numbered, but I tried not to let it get the best of me. The green haired boy muffled a laugh with the back of his hand while the other boy held a completely serious look.

"Please introduce yourself!" Clementine chimed in, leaning into the room. Both boys nodded, seeming to respect her more than me. My eye twitched.

"The name's Xavier, and this is my  friend Thomas." The yellow eyed boy said, putting a hand on his chest. Thomas waved timidly, smiling. I internally cursed my younger self for joining this dumb club.

"I'm Y/n. You're supposed to come to me when you've got problems with shit." I spoke impatiently. The room fell into an awkward silence for a brief moment. I eventually clapped my hands together to gain their attention.

"Tour time! Give me your schedules." I said sticking my hand out. They obliged, Xavier handing me a crincled paper with doodles all over it, while Thomas handed me a laminated paper with his locker number scribbled on it with a pen. I scoffed at Xavier's. This really shows how irresponsoble he is. It was almost laughable

I took notice of their classes. Xavier had taken extra music classes, while Thomas took writing classes. I'd have to show them to the library and music room.

"Where to, boss?" The yellow eyed boy asked, yawning. I sighed, handing their schedules back.

"Well, we're going to go to the music room, the library, then I'll show you to the rest of your classes."

"Music room?" Xavier asked, seeming far more engaged than he was before. I smiled at his childishness and nodded. In his excitement, he rushed out of the room, not knowing where he was going. I glanced towards Thomas with a confused a look and he shrugged.

I turned towards the door and walked out. Xavier was about 20 feet ahead, standing still. He scratched the back of his head in confusion. I quickly caught up with him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"I sorta... Don't know where I'm going."

"I could tell." I said with a slight laugh. His face flushed a pale red as he crossed his arms.

"Just show me to the music room!" He spoke, trying to sound angry. I nodded my head, leading both boys. We walked in silence for a few minutes until we reached the large doors.

The dark purple haired male stared in wonder. He ran his hands over the music notes engraved into the door. His eyes sparkled at the entrance of the room.

"Dude, it's a door." Thomas snickered, crossing his arms. Xavier snapped out of his daze and glared at the boy. Thomas laughed a bit, coughing lightly. Xavier turned away from his friend and pushed open the grand door.
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I pushed open the beautifully designed door with excitement. This school wasn't particularly high in funding, but I heard they had excellent equipment.

A smile appeared on my face as peered into the room. In the middle of the large room was a piano. A light above it displayed it's beauty. The ivory keys almost sparkled. Towards the back corner of the room was a set of dusty drums. It seems like the pride and joy of this room was the piano. I walked farther into the room, noticing a few acoustic guitars hung upon the walls.

That sparked my interest more than the piano. I started playing the guitar when I was eight. Although I hadn't done it much recently, the instrument held a special place in my heart. The silence in this grand room was soon interrupted by our h/c haired guide.

"I can play the piano a bit. I never learned anything complex, though..." I looked up from the guitars and noticed she was staring at the piano fondly. Her eyes were soft and gentle. Almost as beautiful as the grand piano she was standing in front of. She ran her hand over the ivory, sighing with either contentment or sorrow.

"You can play?!" I asked in excitement. She nodded, surprised by my sudden outburst. Suddenly, the girl across from me seemed far more interesting than she had let on to be. I found myself wanting to know her, wanting to befriend her, wanting to see that look on her face all the time.

"Maybe one day I'll play for you." Y/n spoke with a smile. I quite liked the sound of that. She departed from the large instrument and walked towards me.

"Can you play, Xavier?" She inquired, standing next to me.

"I can play the piano and the guitar. I've never been any good." I said awkwardly. All of the songs I had written flashed through mind. They were all about wanting to meet someone like... like her.

"W-we should get on with the tour." She stuttered. I nodded, following them out of the classroom. We progressed towards the library. The halls were silent, the only sound was our footsteps echoing. I could see my friend was excited to see the library. He had an almost unhealthy obsession with reading and writing. I always thought it originated from him being sort of obsessive when it comes to things like that.

I shrugged my thoughts and kept walking. The whole time, I couldn't take my mind off of her eyes. The way they shined with a refined passion. They were so pure. Anything could taint them.
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We headed towards the library that I was told about. This walk was boring. I couldn't remember my way anywhere and the size of the school wasn't going to help any. I help me head high, though. I came to this new school with a promise of excellent reading materials and writing programs.

Not only was this walk boring, but so was this girl herself. I resisted the urge to yawn again. We came to a halt infront of another set of grand doors. Without hesitation, I pulled them open.

The smell of dust and old paper immediately filled my senses, almost making me cough. I saw the same reaction on Y/n's face. Her nose scrunched up and her eyes wrinkled slightly. The teen hacked a bit, then composed herself. I didn't think the smell was bad, more comforting that anything.

The shelves were organized neatly. The books were organized alphabetically on their shelves. I cringed at how they weren't arranged by genre, but there was nothing to be done about that.

As I wandered, I found my favorite book. It was a poetry book titled "Pull the Wool Out of Your Eyes" this book was all about not letting yourself be held back by trauma.

Y/n was generous enough to spare me some time to look around. I approached the table she was sitting at, book in my hand. She jumped as I slammed the book down on the table. There were no words spoken as she opened the hard cover, almost immediately giving herself a paper cut.