Short Stories

(1) Cleo De Nile: Gifts: ☁️

You sat at lunch with a smile on your face. Your small group of friends, who nearly always sat in the back of the cafeteria, laughed together at a joke that one of them had made.

You shook your head in satisfaction. It was a great day, you thought.

A shadow loomed over you, and you turned to see who it was. Cleo stood above you with a smirk.

"Come on." She said. "We're sitting over there."

Cleo motioned to another table that was full of girls. You looked to your friends and sighed, knowing that you had to do what Cleo told you. With a frown, you stood and carried your tray to the table she had pointed at.

"I don't know why you sit with them." She smacked her lips. "They're so...weird."

"Yeah, well... that's my friend group." You said anxiously.

"No, I'm your friend." She frowned. "They aren't even close."

"Okay." You lowered your head.

She sighed and looked at you as you ate. She had liked you for quite some time, making her isolate you from your friend group and anyone else who may disturb her time with you.

Her crush had turned into full-blown obsession. She couldn't function without you, so seeing you with such lowly people only pissed her off more.

"What's wrong?" She asked as she ate her fresh salad.

"Nothing." You mumbled, looking down at your phone that sat in your lap.

She noticed the light from it, and she leaned across the table to snatch it from you. You gasped.

"Pay attention to me." She demanded.

"I'm not a pet, Cleo." You snapped.

She raised a brow. "I know. But I've told you once already that you can't hang out with them."

"Then who can I hang out with?"

"Me." She answered simply.

"I want to hang out with other people besides you." You sighed.

"(Y/N), we're best friends."

"I'm a human. A normie. Don't you hate normies?"

"Most of them." She nodded. "But not you."

"Oh, not me." You scoffed. "Don't you have other monsters to talk to?"

She smiled at you, and she grabbed your jaw gently. She turned your head to a group of girls, and she released you after. "That was my group. I left them. They don't benefit me. They're not my friends. I ruined every relationship, every friendship."

"Why?"

"For you." She shrugged. "I did it all for you."

"That's fucking dumb." You said, and you went back to eating your lunch.

Cleo frowned deeply. "Are you okay? You don't seem okay."

You sighed. "I just miss my friends, Cleo. Can't you let me go back to them?"

"If you want them to get hurt, you won't even look at them again."

Her threat sent shivers down your spine. To you, this was a form of bullying. She was mocking you, laughing at you. She had to be. If she wasn't, then she was severely fucked in the head.

Tears filled your eyes. You hated being isolated, especially for someone else's gain.

"What's wrong?" Cleo stood, panicked at your sudden change in attitude.