The Killers' Nightmare (A Female Creepypastas X Male Reader story)

Chapter 4 | First patrol

Still (Y/N)'s POV
I made it back to class with no trouble at all, which was no particular surprise since the 'main problem' broken nose was now unconscious on the bathroom floor. Admittedly, thinking about the result of my 'work' made me smile a little bit in satisfaction. 'At least I won't have to deal with them for the rest of the day. Hell, maybe a week if I hit 'em hard enough' I thought as I wondered the halls. I soon made it back to class, and as I took my seat and Sally seemed to smile.
"So, social anxiety?" She asked casually, the classroom now filling with chatter once again.
"Wh-wh-what do mean?" I asked, shocked at the sudden question.
"You heard me, am I right or no?" She asked back, her eyes unmoving from her work.
'Well then, I guess I've gotta tell her... God dammit.' I mentally groaned.

"*sigh* Yeah. How'd you know?" I responded, very curious on how she came to such a conclusion.
"It wasn't hard, you were scared to be the centre of attention when we walked into school, and you used the obviously fake bathroom excuse to get out of class once a few people looked in our general direction" Sally explained, putting her pen down and turning to face me.
"How'd you know the excuse was fake?" I asked, wanting as many answers as I could get.
"You didn't drink anything on the way to school or class. And even if you didn't go at your house, you could've gone when we got to school. You and I both know we weren't anywhere near late" she finished, rest her elbows on the desk and leaning on her hands whilst she looked me in the eyes.
"Wow, that's really impressive, Sally" I admitted. 'I knew she was smart, but I can't believe she got me so effortlessly' I thought, watching her become flustered at my compliment.
"I-it was n-n-nothing really" she blurted out, her cheeks now a light red. "M-my family members are really good at getting information s-so I just kinda learned from them..." she added, still red but calming her tone.
"That's cool, are they detectives or something?" I questioned, still curious.
"Sort of..." She mumbled sheepishly, looking away as she spoke.
"Neat" I said simply, leaving the conversation there. 'Should I pry a little further?' I wondered, the silence between us become more evident under the sounds of my classmates. 'Maybe not...' I decided, noticing Sally hold her pen with a bit too much of a grip. We continued the lesson with little to no conversation after her explanation, and it made me slightly worried. 'I hope I didn't offend her, I'll have to make sure she's alright' I thought, and seeing her stand up and walk out of class without so much as a glance at me made my heart sink ever so slightly.

'Strange, she normally wants to hang around with me' I thought, watching her quickly walk away. I stayed in class for a short while whilst I kept thinking as to why she didn't wait for me, and I eventually came to two plausible explanations. The first: I actually did offend her and she no longer wanted anything to do with me - a potential outcome that could only be described as an emotional knife in the heart. Or two: since she was the kindest and most beautiful girl in the school, she found some better friends and decided to shift to another social circle. I wouldn't have been surprised with either outcome, but I decided to at least look for her so I could find out for certain. I stood up and once I got to the door I turned left, seeing as that's the direction she went it seemed logical. I did my best to search for her, and since it was recess I deduced that there was no need to check any of the classrooms. Instead I chose to just wander around, walking around with my hood down with the hopes of spotting her within my maximum periphery.

After a good five-ish minutes of searching, I found her by herself. She was sat with her knees to her chest, her head left hanging between them. And she was leaned against a wall down a more or less abandoned hallway, and she looked... sad. I took a deep breath and slowly walked over to her, determined to clean up my stupid mess. I stood in front of her and asked "Hey, is this seat taken?" I motioned towards an empty space besides her.
"Does it look like it is?" She sighed, sounding tired and generally fed up.
"Good point" I responded simply, sitting down next to her and taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry if I offended you earlier, I didn't realise it was rude to ask about your family or that it'd make you sad. I hope you can forgive me" I blurted out, shuffling to face her and bowing my head as I spoke.