The Journal(Yandere Boys x Reader)

Jason

Has anyone seen Control Z (show on Netflix)?? Fucking awesome, and a yandere in there ;)

After a particularly boring English class based on poetry no one knew how to interpret, you vowed to escape as soon as possible. The people were waiting for tomorrow's Journal entry, and you couldn't disappoint. You were pondering what to write as you slipped between the crowd.

Or should it be impersonal? An entry of the importance of acknowledging domestic abuse? I didn't get bullied today—

You gasped as another figure rammed into yours, causing a slight cut on your cheek as the person tried to clasp onto anything to avoid falling.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" You were mildly surprised. The voice belonged to a boy, though so oddly pitched, you couldn't say it was one you'd encountered before.

"Um, it's no problem." The mass of people was starting to decrease, luckily. And although you couldn't put your finger on it, there was a sort of presence that was glaring at you intently. "Say... have we met?"

"Don't think so... I just transferred here late week."

The boy pointed his finger towards the surge of the crowd, where sure enough, four particular boys shone above it all.

"You know these guys?" The boy asked. You had to admit, he was obviously new if he wasn't trying to suck up to the dickwads.

You chuckled. "Only too well."

At that, he stuck out a hand, puffing his checks out. "Great! Wanna be friends?"

You took it. "I'm Y/N. You?"

"Jason." He smiled. The feeling of uncertainty settled once the newly introduced boy sent a smirk to those lingering in the shadows.

•

You had made plans to meet with your best friend (briefly mentioned in "1"), but you'd both cancelled on each other. You went with your new friend, Jason, whilst your friend had to do a tutoring session (well, he was bullied into it).

As for your daily entry of the Journal, you would incorporate Jason's experiences. He was treating you to a meal at your favourite restaurant so it only fit that you listen to him in exchange.

The two of you sat, chatting your heads of. However, you remained oblivious to the red flashing light of a recording machine.

•

Although Noel desperately tried to hide it, he did have emotions. He only hoped his suspicions were pointing him in the direction of someone he'd had a little crush on for a while. Not that he'd ever admit it. His friends hated her. Noel sat down at the computer and thought, for a reasonably long time at that. What would be a suitable nickname that would surpass 'The Journal' when they was no more of it? It clicked into place, and he hurriedly got to typing. Once he destroyed the Journal he would make the author his.

•

It was late at night. The sun had long since set and the clouds were steadily creeping in, signalling rain to come. Still, the boy ran in hopes of collecting his pay. He'd done a good job, recorded the voice of this girl, even bought her dinner! He wanted his payment now.

"Ah! Jason!" The familiar voice had been waiting for him. "Got what I asked for?"

The response was Jason chucking the recording device at the person in question, as well as a couple hair bands and an old tissue he'd managed to swipe.

The boy sniffed them. "How lovely! The scent of my victim. Mine and only mine." Yet, his eyes flashed with something between hatred and sadistic love. "I hate her."

Jason was suddenly confused as to why he was asked to do all of that with a crappy reason like "I hate her", but stayed silent, jiggling his leg anxiously.
"That's great. Can I have my money?"

F.T raised a brow. "No. In fact, you can't be left alive."

Two bangs and a high school boy was dead.

"Oops, my hand slipped. Still, thank you for the shit."

Yes! I updated early! Leave a vote if you enjoyed, as well as so constructive criticism :))))