Lovesick cheerleader

the yandere cheerleader, magnolia king, is the most popular girl on campus– ask anyone.

💌 anyone even remotely related to the sports circles know her. the faculty and staff know her. everyone knows that a party isn't a real party if magnolia isn't invited– or doesn't show up. she can make or break someone else's reputation with a snap of her fingers.

💌 maggie is a queen bee if ever there was one– and she's got the attitude to match. not always mean, per say, but she's no stranger to being an absolute bitch. sometimes its what you need to do to get by in life, after all– and she's more than willing to be mean to anyone who deserves it.

💌 (just ask the frat boy she outted for trying to spike a girls drink last summer; the mere mention of her name is enough to make him cry. not only did she blast him on social media, get him arrested, and get him kicked off campus and expelled, but his social presence is in shambles).

💌 she's hot, she's smart, she's athletic, she's confident, she's cunning, she's the head cheerleader, she's everything.

💌 specifically, she's everything you seem to lack. you aren't a total loser, but you're nowhere near maggie's level. you're unpopular, and you stick to yourself. you know her, but have no reason to think she even knows you exist.

💌 and that's where you'd be wrong. once, you nearly bumped into her in the library, and commented anxiously on how you liked her dress. a socially awkward moment for you, one you have all but forgotten... but for magnolia, it was so much more.

💌 it was a spark of some kind. you didn't fawn or gush over her, but were still so awkward and shy, hardly able to look her in the eye, despite how much she wanted you too. and then you scurried off so quickly, turning on your heel and practically running away. she was... intrigued.

💌 suddenly, it was like she was seeing you everywhere. you passed each other so often, went to the same coffee shop, had some of the same classes. how had she never noticed you before?

💌 you were an itch she couldn't quite scratch, a creeping obsession bubbling under the perfectly manicured facade that was magnolia king.

💌 and so you become her project. she's not quite sure where her obsession with you begins or ends, or why she feels such a pull to be around you, but... she's not one to deny herself of what she wants. and if she can cover up her true intentions by helping you along through a maggie-branded glow up, even better.

💌 and you make her feel things she's never felt before. it has to be something special. you say her name and she feels her heart thump in her chest, and her face go hot. she finds herself excusing herself to the bathroom to splash water in her face, leaning against the wall until the memory of your smile stops making her feel weak in the knees.

💌 if it didn't feel so nice, she would be so much more mad about it. don't you know she has a reputation to uphold, y/n?

💌 suddenly, she's everywhere you are. tracking you down and inviting you to sit with her at lunch, if you're in the same lunch hall. moving you to the desk or table next to hers in classes that you share. going out of her way to meet up and walk between classes or extra-curriculars.

💌 and heaven forbid she catches anyone being rude to you, let alone bullying you. if she catches you upset at all, she'll deal with you first, and them later. pulling you into the bathroom, muttering that she 'can't let you run around looking like that, with snot and tears all over yourself,' while she wipes away your tears and applies a concealer (in your shade, which she bought just for opportunities like this~) to your red, puffy eyes and smooths it so gently into your skin with her ring finger.

💌 it doesn't matter who it was that upset you. they could have been her closest friends or total strangers– she will have no mercy for them. it'll be like a mean girls x heathers crossover.!

💌 and thats only the beginning. before you know it, she's practically attached to your hip, always begging you to come to homework with her, to come get food with her, to come to a party with her.

💌 she invites you to everything she gets invited too, and suddenly, the fate of everyones parties rest on your shoulders instead of hers. if you don't feel like going? neither does she. she simply doesn't want to go without you.

💌 it ramps up a notch when she begins asking you for your opinion on her hair, her makeup, her clothing. you don't catch right away that it's flirty– at least, not until she begins insisting on putting on little fashion shows for you every time you accept an invite to her place.

💌 doesn't her filly new skirt match her hair bow so well? don't you like the charms in her new braids? doesn't her new, tight tank top look so pretty? don't you love this new shade of sparkly lip gloss? what about this sundress? do you want to see the matching set she's wearing underneath, too?

💌 you don't take the bait right away, too afraid to upset the balance of this new, delicate friendship– and it drives magnolia up the wall.

💌 can't you see how perfect you would be together? how powerful you could be together, the perfect couple? how much she has done for you, how much more she is willing to do? she loves you so much, but seriously, how can you be so dense? don't you want her? please say yes. she'll go insane if you say no.

💌 she begins inviting you to sleepovers at her place, without any of her other friends. before, she had been inviting you over with other people, ingratiating you into her circle, not wanting you to feel cornered. but now? she's over playing nice. if she has to ramp it up, she will. she needs you to notice her.

💌 if she has to strategically end up in your lap during a scary movie, or planting a lipstick kiss on your cheek when saying goodbye, or stroking her well manicured fingernails up and down your forearm when talking, or 'accidentally' flashing you when she bends over to pick something up, or even has to 'accidentally' cop a feel when she sneaks past you late at night in her kitchen....

💌 she'll do it. whatever she has to do to get you to notice her– and only her.