Framed
"Are you going to do it again?"
The girl shoves you into a stall door, the door getting pushed open by the force of your body against it.
You land onto the bathroom floor and slowly stand up.
Typically, you were the quiet type and usually kept to yourself.
Until the week of the math project in which you were paired up with the angry girl standing in front of you boyfriend.
You noticed throughout the project that he'd make several flirtatious glances at you, but you paid it no mind.
And so here you were. The bitch blaming you instead of her obviously "done-with-the-relationship" boyfriend.
"You little skank!"
The girl kicks you and you stumble back.
She pulls out her phone and starts to take pictures of you.
"Now everyone can see what a true hoe looks like!"
You knock the phone out of her hand, tired of dealing with her shit.
"Dumb bitch! He flirted with me first! Maybe instead of worrying about your next nail appointment, you should be keeping tabs on your boyfriend!"
You didn't even realize what had came out of your mouth until you saw the girl's brows furrow.
She picks up her phone and stands up, brushing herself off.
"I'll see to it that you get what's coming to you, Y/N L/N!"
You watch as she storms out of the bathroom and sigh.
Looking into the mirror, you frown.
"Everyone's going to be disappointed in me. And it's all because of her and her stupid boyfriend!"
You kick the wall in anger, tears rolling down your face.
Walking out of the bathroom, you notice a boy standing by the door, a box of tissues in his hand.
"I don't mean to intrude, but I heard you crying and wanted to know if you were alright."
You nod.
"I'm alright. Thank you."
The boy watches as you walk off, dropping the box of tissues.
"Hell no."
Nobody messed with you and got away with it that easily.
He turns and smiles.
"Of course! It was the girly who wears a ton of make-up!"
Taking a phone from another boy's pocket, the stalkerish male sends a flirty text message to the girl who'd just bothered you.
Walking to class, the boy hums a cute little tune.
"Don't worry, my little Y/N. I'll make sure that bitch never hurts you again."
--- The Next Day ---
You walk up to the school building, tons of news teams and first responder vehicles out front.
"What in the world?"
"You must be cold."
You turn around to see the boy who gave you a tissue yesterday and smile.
He wraps his coat around your shoulders.
"The school won't be opening up until further notice."
You nod.
"Do you happen to know why?"
Your obsessed stalker nods.
"Well, from what one of the detectives told me, a boy apparently texted a girl to meet him behind the school after last period. The girl went and was brutally murdered shortly after. He also posted a picture of his dirty work on one of his social media accounts."
"That's terrible!" You reply.
But deep down, it scared you. There was a killer on the campus nobody ever knew about.
You move closer to the boy and he pats your head.
"You must be scared."
You slowly nod and he smiles.
"It's okay, I'll watch over you until you feel safe enough to walk around on your own."
You look up and smile.
"Thank you!"
You hug the male before hearing loud yelling.
"I DIDN'T DO IT! I DIDN'T KILL HER!"
You turn around in the taller boy's arm to see another boy getting led into a police car.
"Oh, he's one of the school's top athletes. That's sad."
The boy nods.
"It's really a shame the things people do that could ruin their future careers."
The boy holding you looks at the other boy, who turns to him.
"PLEASE! TELL THESE PEOPLE I DIDN'T KILL THAT GIRL!"
You turn and look up at the boy holding you, before placing your head in his chest.
The handcuffed boy looks up at the boy holding you.
He forms a wide smirk on his face before walking over to a police officer.
"May I have a quick word with my friend over there?"
The officer shrugs and the boy walks over.
"Well hurry up and tell them it wasn't me, dumbass!"
The psychotic male raises a brow.
"Now, now. You shouldn't be calling the person you want to be bailed out by a dumbass. But you're correct, it wasn't you. Next time, you should consider putting a passcode on your phone."
The handcuffed boy's eyes widen as the taller boy pats his shoulder.
"Let's see who's really the dumbass, hm?"
He waves before walking off, stopping midway back to you.
"Oh! Good luck!" I think you might need it!"
You walk over to the boy as he wraps a protective arm around you.
"Let's go somewhere warm and away from all this mess."
You nod and smile, happy to have made a new friend.
The boy smiles.
"I finally have her right where I want her. And it's going to stay that way for better or worse."