unlikely // jeff winger x reader

pt.11

(y/n pov)

"what do we do now, i mean there had to be 50 people working for pierce in there!"

"we have to find out where he got those guns. theres no way the dean supplied those."

"maybe someone is in on it." abed said.

"and undercover agent!" troy added. they did a little handshake and smiled goofily at each other.

"that's actually not a bad idea." i said. who knows, maybe they do have an undercover agent. "we could check the dean's office to start?"

i looked around for confirmation, and i got it. they all nodded im agreement.

(jeff pov)

y/n was really taking charge, usually the role is given to me.

shes so methodical, everything she does is so clean and calculated.

we were already half way to the dean's office, having to shoot individuals mostly.

we were passing room 206 when a small noise made us all stop.

"whats in this room?" y/n asked.

"d&d club." troy responded. "not that ive ever been in it, i play football." he awkwardly leaned against the lockers and crossed his arms.

y/n kind of giggled and i felt a twang of irritation.

jealously? no.

"could the d&d club be hanging out in there?"

"they could be, usually clubs end up banding together." annie said.

"if we pass quick enough maybe we could get to the deans office unnoticed." abed said.

"the least we could do is try." y/n said. she held up one hand and counted down from three.

quickly and quietly we moved passed the door, not drawing attention to ourselves.

we were passed, and the door didn't open. we're almost there.

"theres the dean's office." troy said. "lets go in."

before anybody could react the door was swinging open.
y/n went to shoot but nothing came out.

"damn it! they gave me an empty gun!"

everyone else groaned, as their guns as well as mine were empty.

looking back up, it most definitely wasn't the dean.

dressed in red uniforms, nearly 30 people emerged and surrounded us.

"y/n?" one of them said, pointing at her.

"thatd be me." she said calmly.

"jeff?" they asked, now pointing at me.

"yeah." i responded.

"this the spanish study group?" another asked.

"just ask who we are this is being dragged out too long." annie said.

"okay so who are you?"

"we are the spanish study group, so you were right." troy said.

"okay, whatever it doesn't matter." one of them said. "under order of pierce hawthorn, you are to be executed at dawn."

one red coat stood on both sides of everyone, with people left to spare. we would never win.

word count- 450

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