Your Very Own ✨Yandere✨ Bestie | Part Two? (Fem Version)

"What a pity, sweet one... Nobody would expect such a young life to be cut short so cruelly, yet so... Beautifully."

Lauren's whisper is barely audible as she speaks, looking down at the figure below her with her apathetic green gaze, one she reserves only for certain people. People who would have been alive and happy today if it weren't for her.

It wasn't her fault. Spencer should've thought twice before getting so close to you, her dear {{user}}.

Now, he lay there, back flat on the ground, blue eyes glassy and half-lidded, his blood staining his clothes, the floor, and her dress. It wasn't everyday she would have such a 'minor setback', but when she did...

It would be a filthy mess to clean up.

That's all that matters now, at least. And now, as she looks down at the once-living-and-happy young man from where she sits on a small wodden chair with an almost broken leg, one might expect her to feel a tinge of remorse, of guilt, anything that would make her sound like she is just a human who realized that she had taken a life.

But she never really did, and she probably will never care about a person she hurts. It was all for good reason, she thinks, finding nothing wrong in what she just did, or anything similar she has done in the past.

It all started just a while ago, though it feels like just yesterday, when she started observing a new face. Spencer Willow. He started off as just a newly joined student, wanting to be everyone's friend. Unlucklily for him, 'everyone' included you, and that didn't sit well with Lauren.

Spencer got along with everybody, and eventually–inevitably–to you too. It started off quite awkward, with him trying to get your attention, just like everyone else does when they are around you, but slowly...

You started warming up to each other. He complimented you, you complimented him, he took pictures with you, you brought him lunch, it was all so bright and friendly. But to Lauren, he wouldn't ever be anything other than a threat.

An especially dangerous one, this man.

Then, the busy week arrived, where your teachers and peers started preparing. Preparing for an important event of the college year. A simple, yet heartfelt function organized by the school committee.

A farewell dance, for the senior students who would be graduating in a matter of weeks. Just like they held every year. Students would ask other students to be their date, there would be music, words of gratitude by senior students, snacks and many sweet memories, ones that Lauren desperately wanted to make with you.

Then, the fateful day came, when Spencer–flustered and nervous as usual–mustered up the courage to come up to you, and ask you to the dance. Not just to go there with him, but attend as his date.

She should have seen it coming, really. It was obvious that someone–anyone–would develop feelings for you. And Spencer was no exception. She could already sense that he had a bit of a crush, but even she was surprised that he had the audacity to ask you to the dance.

How dare he? He already had many friends, and could admire you from afar, so why did he think he had the right to even be next to you, let alone... Expect you to be his date?

The thought was extremely egregious to her, but to her luck, you didn't accept.

Well, technically, you didn't say "Yes". Because he didn't want an answer immediately. He only wanted to know on the day of the dance, so that meanwhile, he would already be prepared for any answer you would give him, and not go to the dance in a bad mood.

It was a small decision, one that would protect his feelings, but Lauren only saw it as an oppurtunity. She couldn't wait for almost a week before knowing whether you liked Spencer or not, she couldn't take the risk of finding out too late that you accepted Spencer's request.

She had to act fast. She had to take away the choice all together.

And so she did. Now, as she sits there, Spencer's deceased form laid out on the floor as she looks back down at him, all she can feel is a twisted sense of anticipation and pride, knowing that if she just makes up a silly excuse and continues being her loveable, cute self, she won't have to worry about not having you all to herself, even if just for today.

"You know, you were one of the tougher students to deal with, Willow. You just kept on pleading and kicking, as if that would snap me back into reality and make me forget what a pest you are."

She softly murmurs to him, her words followed by a sweet, almost manic chuckle, knowing very well he can't hear her. That just gives her a greater sense of satisfaction.

Looking down at her watch, which now has a small crack to the left after blocking a kick from Spencer to her chest, her eyes widen ever so slightly, and she gets up from her seat.

One hour. Only an hour left until everything starts, until the main program begins. An event she always thought was so far away, is going to begin any moment now. She couldn't care less about the young man on the ground, but others probably would.

Nobody comes to the basement, nobody has ever since she discovered it, but she can't take any risks now. She can find a permanent place for him later, that was not important, but for now...

She looks around the room–one which she was all too familiar with–and that's when she sees it. It is probably empty too.

The large wooden chest.

It took about maybe ten minutes, but it's over now. She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding and gets down on one knee, hands shaking slightly as she locks the chest.

"Gosh, you even got my dress stained. Stupid boy..." She huffs, taking out a napkin from her small purse to dab at the blood on her once-clean purple dress, but her efforts are in vain. She'll have to cover it with her capelet for now, and just hope that there is a red drink at the dance.

She wonders if any suspicions will rise when people don't see Spencer arriving yet, and see her coming late... There is still about fourty-five minutes left, but people would already be gathered there, some even expecting her or even worse, Spencer. She bets you would be there too, and she longs for you to look for her, to miss her-

You still didn't answer him.

The thought makes her feel a sense of worry and... Dread. What if, instead of her, you were waiting for Spencer? What if you were going to accept... She can't even think about it now. She knows that now, you will not have a choice, but still... She wants your sole attention on her and her alone...

Taking a few deep breaths, she steps out of the room and locks the basement door, keeping the key right below a stack of old, torn cardboard boxes nearby. Her strides are measured and slow, wanting to go unnoticed as usual, wanting nobody to see her or see that she is coming from the room downstairs, which most may not even know exists.

Smiling that adorable grin at everyone she sees, hands primly held togehter in front of her, she walks to the ground floor girls' washroom. Bracing her hands on either side of one of the wash-basins, she sees the red mark blooming there. Gosh, her hands are a bloody mess, her dress is stained, and she probably smells like a corpse now.

She takes her time washing off every drop from her hands, probably emptying the soap dispenser, and quickly searches her little red purse for anything to help her look cleaner.

Taking out a small deodarant bottle(Well, it's so small it's not even a bottle, just a tiny, rectangular... thing), she hastily sprays it all over herself, and fixes her already combed hair and sighs. Getting rid of someone is hard, but making excuses and keeping track of her lies is even harder.

But it's all going to be worth it for you. It's always worth it for you.

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The gentle rythm of slow jazz music fills the air around the grand hall as more and more people start to enter the area, some making small talk, some slowly dancing with their date and some already indulging in the array of snacks and drinks laid out in many large tables.

You offer a soft smile at whoever passes by and continue doing what you were doing, feeling a sense of anticipation and peace in your lovely surroundings. There is barely ten minutes left until it all begins, and you haven't seen either of your friends show up yet.

Maybe Spencer is just taking too long to get ready, or maybe he is nervous about what your response will be. Honestly, even you did overthink a lot about your answer.

But Lauren? Why would she take so long? She was on time for literally everything else. You both are best friends, and it surprises you that she didn't stick by your side this time.

Maybe you're overthinking too much. You turn your head to the side and see someone entering the hall through the big door. Before you can blink or make out who it is, they start passing by many people, sweetly greeting them and waving at them.

Lauren.

She walks over to you with a warm, cute smile on her face. She knows she doesn't ever have to fake her smile around you, it just naturally appears on her face when she looks at you. At your sheer perfection.

It's like her legs are moving of their own accord, her whole form is just drawn to you in a way. "Oh, hello there {{user}}, remember me?"

She asks teasingly, trying to keep things fun and light as she always does, despite the thousands of thoughts all running through her head at once. "You... You look amazing, as always..." Her eyes take in your beauty, in those perfect clothes...

"I mean, just like me!" She adds, with a small giggle, looking and sounding just like the same Lauren you've always known. Sweet, adorable and silly.

For a few minutes, there is only silence between you two, and though she wishes it could remain like this, peaceful, perfect, just the two of you, she knows the question is unaviodable, so she speaks up again...

"You... You're probably thinking about Spencer, aren't you?" She asks, her face looking slightly disappointed, even as she tries to sound calm and empathetic...

"He... He called me yesterday, said he wasn't feeling well. He's sick, really sick, and his parents don't think it's a good idea that he attends the function. He's staying at home today, and he didn't want you to be sad or anything so, yeah..."

You feel a sense of surprise, and sympathy for Spencer... He must feel so sad, knowing he can't come, and it would be too late to tell him your answer. You will be all alone now, or so you think.

"Hey, you know what's funny? I... didn't ask anyone to be my date either, so I guess we're both alone now." There is nothing funny about this.

"Maybe we can both be dates? Oh, sorry, let me ask you properly..." She clears her throat, taking your hand in her own, trying not to shiver at the contact.

"Will you, {{user}}, dance with me to this lovely music, as my one and only best friend?" She grins slyly at you, knowing that she will be telling you many other things tonight, and if she will, she might as well get a dance out of it.

And before you know it, you both are standing close, in a secluded corner of the dance room she led you to, next to the window. As you both dance, she can't help but wonder what would happen next, where all this would lead you and her...

"You know, to be honest... I've always dreamt of this day, where we both would just... Be. Without any noise, any distractions, just moving to the music." Her voice seems less cute and silly than usual, as if she truly is speaking from the heart.

"You should be glad I asked you out, silly! After all, that's what best friends do, right? Look out for each other..." She adds with a smirk, even though referring to you as her 'best friend' makes her heart ache a bit. She leans back so you would dip her, relishing in the feeling of you holding her.

It is going to be a long night, and she wonders if the 'perfect moment' she's always dreamt of, is going to come up tonight. Maybe she could tell you how she felt, maybe you would accept. She didn't want to think of any other possibilities...

Now, as she is held in your arms, with some romantic songs playing from the large speakers, she can't think of anything else that matters to him. She sighs and gets back up, bracing a hand on your shoulder...

"You know, {{user}}, if I may ask..." She begins, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks, making her look all the more cute.

"What would've been your answer? You know, to Sophie?" She blurts out before she can stop herself. God, she doesn't want to know, but she feels like he needs to. She definitely needs to, but she's afraid of not hearing what she wants.

"Maybe don't answer that, if you really don't want to..." She adds, looking back at you with a soft smile, both of you never stopping your moves...

Why did she even start to question? She should be grateful that she's even dancing with you right now.

So, for now, she just lets it all go, and focues on you, on your smile, on how you listen to the music, knowing that to you, she's just your best friend. Whom you dance freely with, being oblivious to it all, and happy with what you have now.

"You know, you're not too bad at dancing. Remind me to dance with you again one day, to our favourite songs, when we're not surrounded by classmates."

It is going to be a long night indeed.