The Journal(Yandere Boys x Reader)

11

I'M SO SORRY. School is taking so much of my energy. Please enjoy 💗 I wrote this on a plane so it's not the best maybe

Bile crept up your throat and you resisted the urge to vomit all over his expensive attire. You sweat dropped, abandoned all eye contact and tried your hardest to free your hands, though he would not budge.

Was he serious? Ok, you considered your options.

1. "That's a hard pass."

As if that would go down well. Rejecting him and then being sarcastic about it was probably the worst option.

2. "I'm in love with someone else."

Then he'd ask the name, probably go kill them if he felt like it. That's your best friend!

3. "Ew wtf no."

HA.

So you went with your best and fourth option:

"Why are you asking me that? Don't you hate me?"

Wade tensed, confirming the suspicion that he does or did hate you, at some point.

He paused for a second, licking his lips as he sighed. "You're being stupid if you'll refuse for a reason like that."

"So it's true," you pressed. "You do... did hate me and now because of some unknown reason you want me to want to date you? You? With me? And you did this for what—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He slammed his fist into the side of your head and you cried out in pain as you felt something crack— probably his knuckle.

You touched two fingers to your throbbing face and winced. It hurt like fucking hell but no sign of blood.

"Exactly," you spat. His eyes were wide. "Look at you, W.H." You glared into his panicking eyes.  "What could you possibly gain?"

You continued your attack on his eyes, not backing down this time. "You mons—"

No, you should've known that would've triggered him.

You revived a blow to your previously broken nose and felt it break again. This time, you screamed. Screamed like a fucking mad woman. The poor driver, being witness to all of this... this obscene nonsense.

•

Tink! Tink!

"Look at you, you fucking filth." His voice was harsh. "You're spilling blood all over my car."

Your breathing was heavy as the satisfying thump of your blood splattered on the expensive carpet that lined the car. But you stick your tongue out at him.

"Eat shit. You seriously think I'd agree to that?"

You smiled with bloody teeth, waiting for his next blow.

His hand was raised, face bloated in a flush as you prepared your fragile skin, eyes shut—

But it never came.

Instead, you heard a sigh. The boy was leaning back into his seat and tugging at his seatbelt.

You opened your eyes in surprise: he was smiling.

"You outta lighten the fuck up."

"Hey what the—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Wade presses his face against you, your lips not permitting his tongue to caress any further.

You should bite him. You wanted to. You got mentally prepared, leaning in—you were gonna do it!

He pulled away.

"Now, please, Y/N. I'd like to have a fun, loving relationship with you. I only beg you don't complicate it."

You sank back into your chair, feeling the comfy leather cling to your skin in a sickening manner. It felt like even his possessions had some aspect of his personality.

"You still haven't answered the question."

He absentmindedly glanced at you. "Hmm?" He hummed in question.

"Why."

He thought for a few moments.

Then he turned towards you.

"Because I want you."

Wade leaned across to do your seatbelt.

"And you're the author. Why not reward you for the immaculate light you've painted me in?"

You slapped his hand away, unbuckling the leash slashed across your body and fitting it back in on your own accord.

Wade snorted slightly. "Stubborn. So I suppose you accept?"

"And you won't tell anyone?"

"Who doesn't know at this point? I only promise to protect you for the backlash you'll receive."

You thought for a second, and yes, he did have a point. His friends knew. If news spread across the whole school you could only imagine two scenarios.

The first included being worshipped by your peers. You were the world-famous Author of the Journal. The relatable, loveable, and able to defend any opinion you may have.

However, the second was total annihilation. You would be ripped apart. Despite having millions of people who adored you (as Wade claimed he did), you had just as many who wished death in the most painful ways upon you.

What was the harm?

It was only the boy who'd despised you most of your middle school experience.

"..."

"I need an answer." His eyes were looming, overbearing.

You swallowed your pride, kissing him on the cheek with an exaggerated smile.

Wade's eyes glistened with the thing closest to psychotic glee. He was happy. Very satisfied.

"Go on driver, start the car. My girlfriend and I been waiting here long enough."

•

Noel shivered slightly.

Charlie, noticing this, removed the coat of his left arm, and was in the process of taking the other off when Noel held up a hand.

"No need. A little bit of cold is good for me."

A couple of girls giggled as they walked past.

The brunette stared at them, and when he realised Y/N wasn't one of them, making a sound similar to a bark. The noise definitely startled them as they were quick to scurry away.

"Stop doing that. You'll scare away the bait," Noel scowled, kicking his foot against the shallow pavement. 

"What bait?"

Noel pointed into the distance, smug look on his face. "That."

He was pointing at your best friend.

His vision was blurred by the purring voice of a well known male. "Ohhhh....? A new crush, Noel?"

Noel groaned. "Freddie. Get off of me before I shank you."

His piercing eyes widened. "How mean!" He trailed off, looking around. "Where's Wade? I need to talk to him."

"Please," Noel scoffed. "You only want to see that—that freak!"

Freddie tightened his fist. "Calling the author a freak yet you're blushing, Noel."

He whispered slightly. "I wonder why."