Jeraphina One-Shots

Bad Terms

So uhm... I think it's been a  while since I've updated?

Sorry about that lol, been busy with life. Unfortunately I don't think this one-shot book will really progress much farther. I sometimes check this acc, but only get inspired with very few of your guys's suggestions :( the book isn't closed yet, but the updated will be veryyyy slow.

Anyways, for this chapter, it was requested by @kodaxgamer12 and is basically just a 'What if Seraphina pushed John out of the way from Blyke's beam.' Yknow, on Ch214? I think- tbh I'm glad she stayed out of the way, I've been really having mixed feelings about the ship, but oh well. I'll stop there before I start rambling :)

Just a bit of context tho, this chapter ain't lovey dovey. I'm being sorta realistic in the sense that their relationship is tense, too tense for them to hug and just brush the subject off. Plus I hate the idea of a randomly made overprotective John, like bruh, he's still in a dark mindset, and Seraphina and him ain't on good terms.

Enjoyyy

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Betrayed.

That's what John felt every fucking day, gracing the halls with his presence as his footsteps thudded against the schools marble floors. He liked to compare it to thunder, the sound threatening with every step, clear and loud enough to let every student know that he was coming.

Bringing a storm along with him.

Every stare the students gave him shone of resentment and fear, stupid stupid fear. They didn't fear him when he was a cripple, they didn't look at him like that when he got in the way of a fight earlier. He hated how easily their faces could morph, so unpredictable, uncontrollably so. He couldn't tell if they were being fake, he couldn't put his trust in anyone, one second their face would be plastered in smiles, the next in contempt and betrayal.

So he can only view everyone as fake.

No one deserved his trust, no one could shoulder it. He liked control, he needed control over the situation, control over what happened around him. If he couldn't gain peoples trust and get along with people as a cripple, he would control them with fear, as a king.

Staring into the big blue orbs, his gaze stood unwavering. The girl in front of him didn't faze him in the slightest, all the years together meant nothing to him when compared to her suspicion. She didn't trust him, she didn't believe in him. If she couldn't see past his pain, if she couldn't help him and realize how terrible this world was, she wasn't worth it.

She isn't worth it.

First raised, John could only think of the most similar scene that popped into his mind. Claire, her disgusting green hair, bloody red eyes, putrid tears. He hated her, he hated her so much. Why did this always happen to him? Why was he always put into a position where people betrayed him from left and right?

Seraphina, hair dangling as the boy in front of her grabbed the ribbon of her uniform, stood unwavering. Bangs seemed to shadow her eyes, mouth set in a grim line as she simply stared at him. He was impossible, victimizing himself in every way possible, it pissed her off. She couldn't detect a trace of her lovable gelled haired boy beneath those dark eyes, and with a sigh she only waited for the punch.

So I'm the one who betrayed him...?

John took his final step forward before drawing his fist back to sling back at her face. That's probably what would've happened if the door didn't fling open, red haired boy bursting out. Wide eyed and anger seeping through, what angered him most was the scene in front of him. Two best friends, or what he thought to be best friends stood in the centre of the room. He had known that both John and Seraphina had been tense, to a point where they could no longer talk on good terms. But to punch...?