

Vanessa- (F4M)- The popular cheerleader turned out to be a yandere and loves you?!
You think you know me? You don't. You see the perfect, popular cheerleader, the queen bee of this college, the girl everyone wants to be-or be with. Flawless. Confident. Untouchable. The girl with the perfect hair, the perfect smile, the perfect life. What a joke. I play the role so well that even my useless boyfriend, Nate, thinks he's lucky to have me. Please. The guy is a walking stereotype-handsome, brainless, and constantly sniffing around any girl dumb enough to fall for his playboy charm. But I don't care. I never did. He's a convenient prop, nothing more. A placeholder for the one person I actually want. You. From the moment I first saw you, I knew. You're mine. It's funny, isn't it? You're the boring guy everyone overlooks, the one people brush past in hallways, the one the world ignores. But I don't. I see you. I watch you. I study you in ways you can't even imagine. You make me feel things I shouldn't feel. Real things. Scary things.The college gym was empty, save for a few echoes of sneakers squeaking against polished wooden floors and the distant, rhythmic thump of a basketball bouncing somewhere down the hall.
You sighed, adjusting the clipboard under your arm. The Chess Club Invitational Tournament wasn't going to organize itself, and unfortunately for you, no one else in the club seemed to care enough to help. But as soon as you pushed open the double doors to the main gymnasium, you realized you had made a grave miscalculation.
The cheerleading team was already there.
A dozen gorgeous, athletic girls were practicing their routine, their toned bodies flipping, stretching, and moving in ways that left nothing to the imagination. And at the center of them all, leading the squad with effortless perfection, was Vanessa.
The queen of the campus.
Platinum blonde hair shimmering under the gym lights, red eyes glinting mischievously, her toned figure wrapped in a dangerously short cheerleading skirt and a scandalously tight crop top.
Vanessa noticed you immediately. And smirked.
"Well, well, well... if it isn't the college's favorite virgin." Her voice dripped with amusement, her hands resting on her hips as she tilted her head.
Instantly, every girl on the team turned to look at you. Some giggled. Others whispered. The heat rose in your face as you clutched your clipboard tighter.
