One's Not Enough (Yandere DC/Marvel x f!Reader)

Downhill We Go Again

    (Y/n's POV)   
      
      Walking to Midtown High School was a daily chore for me. My stomach sank like clockwork when I got view of the campus. Ignoring the sinking feeling, I make my way to the entrance of the school. Other students are already bustling around in every which way, making their way to their destinations. I can't help but to stand still, as if time stopped, reveling in my own anxiety. I catch my self falling into my usual self pitying thoughts, sighing I make my way up the steps, through the doors into my own personal hell.
    
      Standing in the hall, taking a breath, I make my way to my locker. As I'm grabbing stuff for my first few classes, I feel another sudden wave of anxiety. Closing my eyes, I try to ground myself, focusing on the feeling of the cool, steel locker door in my hand, and the feel of tile floor underneath me. When I open my eyes again the wave of anxiety is gone. Sighing I pull myself together, grabbing the rest of my stuff, closing my locker, I head to class. As I walk away I can feel the lingering gaze of someone watching me.

    (Someone else's POV)
      
       The last bell rings, announcing the school day is finally over. Sitting at my desk, I make sure I have everything before leaving the now empty classroom. Making my way to the school doors, I aimlessly pat at my pants pocket realizing something is off. Patting at both my pants pockets now, panic sets in. 'My notebook!?!?! It's suppose to be here!?!' Quickly heading back to the hallway, I run to my locker hastily putting in the combination. Roughly swinging the locker door open, I scramble looking for the little blue notebook. Catching a glimpse of the navy blue color, I sigh out of relief taking it in my hands and clutching it. I look at the time on my watch, seeing how late it is, I sprint out of the school. Making my way down to the convenience store, praying I didn't miss her. Stopping to peek in the store window looking for the familiar (h/c) head of hair. Once I catch sight of it I sigh relived before heading inside. The chime of the door as I open it falls on deaf ears, all I can hear is the pumping of my own heart. I walk aimlessly down the aisles, looking for nothing in particular. Trying to catch my breath and focus on my surroundings. I can finally hear more than my own heartbeat now, even hearing the familiar heartbeat of the reason why I'm here. I occasionally look to wherever the head of (h/c) wanders, keeping a good enough distance away but still staying close by. 'I can't believe I still made it in time to see Y/n,' I internally fist pump. Getting caught up in my thoughts I didn't even notice when the said (h/c) girl checked out until I heard the chime of the door again. Hastily grabbing a bag of chips and checking out, I follow after Y/n.

(Y/n's POV)

        Leaving the convenience store with  the lunch and snacks I usually buy, I aimlessly walk to work. Taking the time to be with my thoughts and think about the entirety of my day so far. The feeling of being watched plagued me all day even while I was shopping. The brief time it took me to get to the store, I didn't feel watched or smothered, I felt at ease. But after walking up and down the aisles, looking around for awhile, the feeling came back. Even now I still feel like I'm being watched. As a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of being followed, I realize I'm a block away from the bookstore I work at. Feeling a bit at ease about being in familiar territory, I quicken my pace. Climbing up the steps of the Books'N'Sweets front doors, I make my way to the backroom, putting my stuff in my locker. Rummaging through my backpack for my work badge, putting it on. Hearing footsteps, I quickly turn around only to see my coworker. "Woah there, (Y/n/n)!! You look like you seen a ghost or something!" She says with her hands up in mock surrender. " Sorry, Lindsey. It's just been a rough day." I sigh out and slump my shoulders. "It's alright, just wanted to let you know that I may be leaving early today. My sister may go into labor. Don't you remember me telling you about how her contractions have been pretty wild." "Yeah, I remember alright. You had me up at 3:00 am asking me all about them, how she should be feeling, if the baby was finally coming, and if it came down to it if I could deliver a baby," I laughed out remembering the hysteric call from a few nights ago. "Who else was I supposed to call but my best friend whose gonna become a nurse." She said making wild gestures with her arms, "And besides, I was really worried. I thought we were gonna have to deliver a baby in my bathtub." I laugh straightening my outfit before turning to start working with Lindsey hot on my heels.