JasonToddxReader - I Don't Hate You

Chapter 5: Urban Explorers

Jason : 'don't do it.'

Jerry the science teacher was starting to catch on to him with Jason's eyes darting to his crotch for no reason and his hand under the desk, but Jason managed to fool him by pulling out his notebook right where his phone was and pretended to take notes with his free hand. It was getting harder to hide it though, especially when he'd crack into a wide grin in the middle of a boring discussion all of a sudden. He looked like an idiot.

Y/N : 'I'll fucking do it.'

Jason : 'she'ss a teaacher.'

Y/N : 'that hasn't stopped me before.'

Jason was writing scribbles onto his notebook at that point, lingering his eyes on the teacher for as long as he could while his other hand blindly texted barely readable typos. How were you able to text so well?

You sent another text before he could respond. 'I'm totally doing it.'

Jason: 'I'm sure she wasd looookin behind yuu'

Y/N: 'no. she was definitely looking at me. Who else would she look at when she's talking about baby murderers.'

Jason: 'oh.'

Jason really wanted to laugh now. He double texted.

Jason: 'I get it now.'

Y/N: 'im not a fucking serial killer.'

Three dots floating in a bubble followed after.

Y/N: 'yet.'

Jason kept his eyes on the board. Thankfully, this was chemistry. Bruce taught him more about that subject than Jerry ever will. He didn't need to listen.

Y/N: 'it's just her divorce.'

Jason: 'you have got to stop asking facultyyyt memberd how their divorce is going.'

Y/N: 'why not'

Jerry definitely caught him by now. His glances at him included unbothered shakings of his head and flattened lips. But he didn't say anything and went on with the discussion. He probably didn't bother. Jason would end up with the highest test score no matter what he was doing in his desk. And the man had large bags under his eyes that screamed 'I really don't give a fuck about any of you' to his students.

Jason: 'you're worse than a serial killer.'

You: 'Im no Amelia Dyer.'

Jason: 'remind me to look her up.'

You: 'she killed 400 babies and had a infant farm for 20 years before she got caught.'

Jason: 'sounds like something you'd do'

Y/N: 'I don't kill babies. I just scare them.'

Jason : 'that's the first step right there.'

You sent a middle finger and it made him silently cackle. Somehow, your sense of humor through came off a lot less dark, maybe because you didn't sound like you were serious, when in actuality, you probably were. It didn't matter though. He was smiling like a crazy person in the middle of a discussion about balancing equations.