The Journal(Yandere Boys x Reader)

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One day my depressed ass was searching some stuff up and it turns out there is a real life "The Journal" 😳

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The Diary?

What a stupid name for a stupid person trying to copy you. It wasn't a war yet. I mean, this edition was hardly popular. Yet.

13k views...

You gulped, quickly snapping your computer shut.

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You didn't see Jason the next day, which was surprising because he literally moved to your school yesterday. In the span of one day he had managed to disappear from everyone's minds and no one seemed to care. You even asked around, much to the distaste of the crowd you'd asked, but you honed no answer.

Also, a big L for you was that they were currently strolling down the corridor, and it was such a shame the crowd either dispersed or stared with dead, loving, eyes.

You remained in their spotlight. You noticed for a split second, Freddie nudging Wade as if out of the way, much to Wade's annoyance. The said boy sent Freddie a nudge back, with such force a fan girl had to catch His Highness.

"Yo! missed you yesterday!" He grinned as he shoved the poor girl, only wanting to help. "I was so hoping to punch that ugly face of yours." (What a tsundere).

Noel sent him a weary look, using a hand gesture to coax you into following him. "Come here, L/N. I'd prefer to talk to you rather than a bloody corpse." His sincerity was so bold you shuddered. Did Freddie seek to murder you? You honestly didn't think your face was that bad—

"Yeah! Me and Noely have a few things to discuss with you!" Charlie butt in. Him? He probably wanted to bash your face in. Maybe you hadn't completed the homework to his standard? Honestly, he should quit asking you...

You turned your head, where Wade was intently eying you, not with any other emotion you could place but curiosity. You bit your lip hurriedly and looked away. You knew all too way that maintaining eye contact with any of them was a horrible idea. You only did it with Noel because you left that maybe, just maybe, he was sorry for his friends' actions. Ya know, peer pressure.

You didn't move either.

"Well?" Noel asked, quite curtly, as if he was in a hurry and you were ruining his precious time.

Did they want you to speak? Aren't these the boys that told you you didn't even have the value to speak? Let alone to them.

Before you had the chance to, however, Charlie had moved forward and grabbed your wrist, rushing off with Noel to avoid the others' company.

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Wade stared into Freddie's wild eyes, catlike and scary, almost.

"Don't you think they've been acting strange?" He inquired, squinting to observe the boy, as if Wade thought Freddie knew more than he was letting on. His tone was serious, unlike him.

"Pfft. Man, say that about yourself." Freddie ran a hand through his hair, eyes averted.

Wade scrutinised him. Something was going through his head, someone was.

And he was hiding something about it.

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They had dragged you into the old ICT room, which was going to be refurbished in the coming year. Rows of old computers stared like dead eye corpses at you and the boys, yet they seemed unbothered by it. You were uneasy.

"S-so what is it you wanted to—..." you stumbled on your words, clasping your hands that were slowly starting to sweat.

"Y/N, we know your secret."

Your heart stopped, allowing a grin to creep onto Noel's normally deadpan, yet handsome, face.

"So what will you do now? I mean, you've written a lot of shit about me."

Charlie interrupted the perfect cliff hanger ending:

"I could smash your head in, but I think I'll be nice."

You didn't think such a sadistic expression could be made on his dumb, jock face.

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