2p! America X Dark! Obsessive! Reader

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You were known to be the shyest, quietest girl at this school, never bothering to make friends to higher your social status. You didn't care, all you wanted was the baddest boy there: Allen Jones.

 

You loved every single strand of his chocolate, messy hair to his calloused skin on his rough hands to his tan face with bright crimson eyes. You loved him and his flaws; you loved his killing nature, his pugnacious behavior and just everything about him made you crazy.

 

Not the crazy that made it a casual crush but the one that made you obsessed with him.

 

And you would get him. He was your's. No one else's. ANYONE who would stand in your way would die.

 

You wanted his heart no matter the cost.

 

A sudden fist slammed into the closed locker next to your's, making you jump. Your best friend, Bella, appeared next to you, grinning her stupid grin. "You're watching him again aren't you?"

 

You scoffed. "No, I was watching his brother, your boyfriend. I have a newfound, obsessive crush on James. Yes, I was watching him stupid!" You grumbled sarcastically, placing your books in your locker. "And thanks to you, I lost sight of him!"

 

She rolled her green eyes. "You'll get over it." You hissed out angrily. "If a girl approaches him, I'm killing you after I kill her." You reached into your locker and pulled out a small, rectangle piece of paper and inhaled it deeply.

 

Bella raised an eyebrow. "I heard Allen changed colognes." You ignored her and sniffed it again before gently setting it back onto a small picture of Al in the back of your locker. "I'll get it later in English, besides his Axe smell will never get old."

 

She chuckled. "You're one crazy motherfucker aren't you?" You smirked darkly and slung your bag over your shoulder, curtsying mockingly. "What can I say madam~? He's my boy and always will be~"

 

With that you skipped away to English where your precious Allen awaited your presence.

 

You entered the class right before the bell rang and took your seat behind Allen, his ruby red eyes holding a lovely bored expression. You repressed the urge to caress his soft, tan cheeks. "H-Hi Allen." You greeted shyly as you walked by. Allen glanced up at you, his beautiful orbs staring into yours for a second before grunting out a "hey."

 

You swooned internally, fangirling, he actually said 'hey'! You giddily sat at your desk, a smile spread across your face.

 

Your rather old teacher was taking a quick call to the doctor's outside the classroom so you and your classmates could chat for awhile. You gazed longingly at his tousled locks; his cowlick stuck up straight up in the air mocked you ever so. You swore it just made you insane for its amusement.

 

The secrets it held from what Bella told you, it made your crush grow larger by each second when you first met him. Your mind drifted off, a daydream flooding your head...

 

Suddenly, the horrid smell of artificial sweets filled your nose, snapping you from your fantasy when the disgusting flourish of the all-too-familiar short skirt flew by you.

 

You glared at your rival for Al's love: (Person You Hate). With her fake tan *cough* orange *cough* skin, golden ringlets, and too-bright blue eyes, it made any guy fall madly in love with her on first glance. And you had no idea why Al never dated her even if (Person You Hate) kept hitting on him.

 

"Hey Al~" she purred seductively. You dug your nails into your poor desk, (eye color) eyes narrowing. "Wanna head to the movies later? There's a...lavishing...movie that sounds great for someone like us~" She trailed her finger up his arm which made you grind your teeth.

 

Rage filled inside you, one that made your heart contort and twist with an ominous feeling. How dare she even touch him or talk to him for that matter! Well, sweetheart, you won't be going anywhere tonight.

 

You chuckled darkly at the thought and a shadow covered your face. Much to your demise, Al shrugged, "sure, doll."

 

You bit back a gasp and dug into the desk some more, body stiffening and eyes glowering. Al called her a doll?! That bitch!! (PYH) grinned her sickly-sweet smile. "Thankies Allie~" she even had the guts to kiss him on the cheek.

 

You started choking on your salvia as she walked away, her hips purposely shaking her ass making some guys make that horrible cat-call: "DAMN!"
Even Al! Dammit!

 

You stood up abruptly, storming all the way into the bathroom and slamming your hands down onto the white sink, staring at your reflection. Something unfamiliar in your orbs stared back.

 

You gripped the surprisingly clean sink until your knuckles turned white, blood dripping from your mouth, your torn gums were aching from grinding your teeth so hard.

 

You wanted (PYH) to go away, permanently. You wanted her gone forever. 

 

A chuckle escaped your lips, your hand wiping away the blood, a faint streak of red smearing your (skin color) cheeks.

 

Your eyes didn't hold anger.

 

Nor sadness.

Nor revenge.

Nor envy.

 

Your eyes held the hidden obscene, sadistic love for blood.

 

 

 

~TimeSkip~

 

 

It was Valentine's day today and you had the perfect gift for Al but you needed to give it to him outside of school for reasons...

 

So you decided to tag along with Bella to dinner with her boyfriend at Al's house and exclaim your love to him today along with to possibly touch his cowlick.

 

You sat in the front seat of Bella's car in a cute, red dress that she picked out for you matched with a black handbag around your shoulders. You fiddled with your red-painted thumbs on the way there.

 

"Will Al like my dress?" Bella groaned and smoothed her green dress. "For the last time, Al's going to like it! Jeez!" You stared at your lap, feeling butterflies beat against your stomach like the little son-of-a-bitches they are.

 

You arrived at his house at 6:00 p.m, feeling strands of hair fall from your French braid from playing with them too much. You took a deep breath and stepped outside with your flats, Bella knocking on the front door. Her boyfriend, James, answered and gave her a kiss on the cheek. You all then stepped inside, three pairs of eyes following you two's steps.

 

You looked up and saw Oliver, Francis and...Al (at this point you were seriously close to swooning) standing around in the kitchen in suits. You could've just passed out from a nosebleed from how see-through the white button-up shirt Al had on...

 

Bella waved in a small manner and grinned. "Hey, as you guys know this is (Name). She's my best friend so of course she had to come~ And here's your present babe."

 

Bella handed James her present. He opened it, revealing tape for James' deadly hockey stick. James grunted with approval and started making out with Bella.

 

It was awkward when they started moaning and such in the hallway. You quickly made your escape into the kitchen. "H-Hi." You stuttered to your crush and his brothers. Oliver grinned widely and patted your head.

 

"'Ello puppet!" Francis gave a curt nod and went to smoke outside. Al smirked, "hey doll, name's Al. Aren't you in English class?"

 

You nodded uneasily, rubbing your arm. Oliver looked at the clock and gasped, running to the oven to take care of his 'cuppy-cakes' whatever that meant. That left you and Al.

 

You gulped and fingered the small box in your hands, held together with red ribbon. "Wanna see my room, doll?" Al smirked sexily, watching your cheeks grow bright red.

 

((DONT DO IT READER-CHAN!!!))

 

"S-Sure?" You stammered, your voice not holding a 'sure' tone. Al grinned and grabbed your arm, dragging you upstairs. His hot skin that was firmly grasped onto your soft skin made you weak to your knees, your gift nearly dropping in the process when you sighed dreamily.

 

As you two headed down the hall to his room, Al suddenly jerked you backwards into the wall, pinning you against it. His crimson eyes stared into your own wide ones. You nearly slid against the wall but Al grabbed your waist, holding you up. The way his body touched yours made you go insane, your heartbeat increased and everything to just jump into hyper-drive.

 

"Who's that gift for~ hm (Name)?" He huskily whispered, his warm breath trailing down your neck making you shiver. "I-It's for y-you." You breathed, feeling his lips curl into a sneer.

 

"Is that so?" You hummed a yes and handed him it gently. He backed away from you and started untying it.

 

It was your turn to grin once he untied the ribbon and opened the box, the top and ribbon falling to the floor. His face contorted to one with disgust and horror. He threw it against the wall harshly, the thing inside it fell against the floor along with it.

 

You laughed darkly, twirling a strand of hair. "Don't you just love it Al?" You purred, circling his stiff body as your finger brushed against his leather jacket.

 

"That...thing...it's a heart isn't it? (PYH)'s heart."  You cheered mockingly. "Well done~ don't you just love it~? I gave you a heart, not necessarily my heart but the one who got in the way with our love."

 

A confused look appeared but disappeared as quickly as it came. "T-That's...holy fuck!!" He yelled, anger growing in his eyes. "What the fuck?! You killed my almost-bitch!"

 

Rage flared in your inner being, teeth grinding and growls erupted from your throat. You grabbed your knife from your handbag and pushed him into the wall. You poised the knife under his neck, anger clearly shown in your (eye color) orbs.

 

"Don't you dare EVER say that ever again! That whore got in the way! She needed to be killed and if I can't have your heart, no one can!!" You nearly screeched, digging the knife into his throat. Al snarled as blood dripped from the cut on his neck. "You killed her?! How?! You look weak and pathetic and you're always so annoyingly innocent!"

 

You snapped, grinning darkly. "You don't know one thing about me, now do you Alfie~? I'm just another psycho who knows how to keep a secret." You didn't stop there, your grin growled wider and wider by the second. "You should've heard her screams~ her pleas~ they were the true pathetic thing around here. I'm far from innocent because, well, looks can be deceiving~" You purred.

 

Al glared at you and you did the same. Suddenly, a voice came from behind you two. "Stop it with the sexual tension! Make up all ready!" You instantly backed up and saw Bella and James, looking quite irritated with all the noise you two were making.

 

You blushed and yelled out defiantly, "shut the fuck up Bella!" Bella stuck out her tongue but James growled, violet eyes piercing your own (eye color) ones. "Don't say shit like that to her, bitch!"

 

You smirked, eyes becoming darker by the second. "Watch me Sorry-Ass Canadian bastard. Your girlfriend is a bitch in a whore's clothing." Instead of taking offense, Bella just snickered. "You're dead bitch."

 

You shrugged. "Look at all the fucks I give. I can take this Canadian on-wait a second, who the fuck are you?" You purposely mocked, your grin growing larger. Bella shook her head in silent laughter while her boyfriend shook with rage.

 

Al chuckled loudly, grabbing you by your shoulders and yanking you back into his chest, making your rampage end. "I have to say doll, you have guts but let me handle this bastard. Even you can't handle him." Anger flared up in you, the feeling of being weak coming into mind. "Even if I love you Al, I can handle myself just fine, vegan bastard."

 

Al gritted his teeth and loomed over you, leaning his face dangerously close to yours. "Here I am trying to help you and you're being all hissy to me!" You opened your mouth to snap back at him but Bella suddenly appeared next to you and grabbed your heads, cheekily singing, "NOW KISS~"

 

Your best friend then slammed your heads together, along with your lips. You widened your eyes, blush invading your cheeks and becoming weak to your knees again. You then fluttered your eyes shut and dropped your knife, wrapping your arms around his neck and running your hand through his hair. Al moaned and, to your surprise, roughly kissed back.

 

"Yay, they're together finally. Can I kill her now?" James remarked sardonically. Al pulled away and glared at James. "Fucker, you won't even dare touch my doll." You smiled sheepishly, pecking his cheek. James scoffed, rolling his tired-looking eyes. "Jeez, you bipolar or something?"

 

Al smirked, twirling his bat. "I like my woman feisty and obsessive to be honest." Al shrugged. "They're attractive when jealous you know, you sorry-ass Canadian." James snapped his head up at the familiar insult, raising his prized hockey stick. "You bastard, you'll be sorry." "Not as sorry as you, Canadian."

 

The brothers started having a full-out brawl in the hallway so you turned to Bella. "Hey, wanna eat some cupcakes that Oliver made?" You asked happily. Bella nodded eagerly, both of you running downstairs. Al and James froze in their beating-of-each-other and stared in horror as you two dashed into the kitchen.

 

They broke apart and scrambled down with you two, screaming for the you to not "go near those damned things."

 

 

~Extended Ending~

 

 

"Hey Al?"

 

"Hm?"

 

"What cologne do you use?"

 

"Excuse me?"

 

"You heard me."

 

"Um, some Old Spice 'cause I ran out of Axe. Why?"

 

"No reason..."

 

"Is that...a tester strip of cologne in your locker?"

 

"No..."

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