Jace Norman One Shots (x Reader)

Notes ~ J.M.

||JEREMY'S POV||
"Hey. Hey! Jeremy!" my best friend, Milly waved her hand in front of my face. "What are you staring at?" she asked, following my view line. "My bad, who?" she teased. I was currently watching the badass of the school, Y/N L/N, talking with her friends. She's absolutely perfect in every way, but I, of course, don't have the courage to tell her that. She's been my crush for who knows how long. I do, 3 years, 298 days, and 14 hours long. Ahem.

"Shut up!" I glared.

"Whatever, did you hear a word I said?!" she asked me.

"Uh, yes?" I responded, but it came out as more of a question.

"Then what did I say?" she crossed her arms sending me a knowing look.

"You said, something about something," I trailed off, scratching the back of my neck.

"Jeremy Martin! You need to stop fantasizing about Y/N and pay attention to other things. For instance, me!" Milly berated.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but, look at her. She's so elegant....and pretty....and nice.....edgy," I sighed.

"Jeremy! We've gotta get to class before you start drooling an even bigger puddle," she smirked.

"I was not drooling!" I protested.

"The new wet spot on the floor begs to differ," Milly retorted.

"Wha- Oh come on!" I whined as Milly dragged me into the history room. I sat down next to Victoria who saved seats for me and Milly. "Thanks," I thanked. She nodded in acknowledgement as we all turned to face the board. Y/N walked in with her boyfriend, Richie, although she didn't look to happy about it.

"All I'm saying is that you're starting to spend way too much time with ya girls to even acknowledge me anymore!" Richie complained.

"So, you think it's 'ma girls' fault I don't want to acknowledge you?!" Y/N retorted, air quoting 'ma girls'.

"Is it not?" Richie asked curiously.

"There are 171,146 words in the entire world," Y/N started calmly, "yet not one of them expresses how much I wanna hit you over the head with a fucking bat!" she screamed. I almost laughed at Richie's taken aback face.

"You wouldn't do that, you love me," Richie rejected. I felt my heart drop at the chance Y/N might actually be in love with bitchy Richie.

"She has a composite bat in her car, I wouldn't try anything," one of her friends suggested. Y/N nodded in agreement.

"So? She still loves me," Richie sighed.

"I want to run you over with a car every single day, I'm living a living hell when I'm beside you, when I talk about you I say 'bitchy Richie', you're a spoiled punk who thinks the world revolves around himself, and I have an extra can of pepper spray in case you try something. Yeah, I totally love you," Y/N sarcastically listed, taking a seat right in front of me. The bell rang indicating the start of History class. Yay. Note the sarcasm. The upside to this class, though, is that Y/N's here, which means I can watch her work and take notes. Ok, I'm starting to sound really creepy. Once the bell rang, Y/N suddenly turned to look at me, my face now bright red. "Do you want me to give you my notes? Considering you were staring at me the whole time, I don't think you took any?"

"Would you?" I asked desperately. She nodded, taking her notes, and passing them to me. I was about to take them when I got lost in her e/c entrancing eyes.

"Jeremy? You still there?" she waved her hand in front of my face.

"Uh, y- yeah. I'l, uh, give these back at the end of the day," I promised, my face flushed. She nodded, getting up, but before she left the classroom, I swear I saw her cheeks tint pink.
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"Oh my god, would you stop it?" Y/N laughed as I exited the classroom. She was at her locker with her friends, talking as usual. 

"Stop what, baby?" Richie spoke.

"What do you want Richie?" Y/N asked him coldly.

"Why you giving me the cold shoulder, babe?" Richie's fingers trailed up and down her bicep.

"If you don't stop in the next 2 seconds, I'll break your fingers," she glared, making him retract his hand. "And don't call me babe, baby, none of that shit. I'm done! I'm so fucking done with your bullshit!" Inside, I was squealing with joy, happy that she's probably going to dump him. "We're done! I don't want anything to do with you! I've never been happy with you! Couldn't you see it was all for show?! That deep down you knew I never loved you?! Fuck you, Richie!" she ended it. Holy crap, she ended it. Now's my chance. 

Come on, Jeremy, you got this, I thought to myself. After seeing her anger flushed faced, I leaned back against my locker. Another time, Jeremy, another time. If anyone wants to live to see the day, everyone knows to stay clear from Y/N when she's angry. Apparently not Richie.

"You'll never find anyone like me!" Richie reminded her.

"That's the goddamn point you idiot!" Y/N retorted.

"You have no one else here who would have you! You were lucky to be with me! No one in this hallway would want to date a slut like you!" Richie glared.

"That's funny because the last time I checked all the boys at this school, literally, drool at the sight of me. And I'm not the one who has one night stands every other night," Y/N snapped. I mean she's not wrong. Every guy would be dying to call Y/N L/N their girlfriend.

"Whatever. I know you won't be able to move on from me. You'll miss me. You'll come crawling back. But you know what? I'm gonna reject you and laugh in your face," Richie taunted. My blood was boiling. Even if Y/N may not be my girlfriend, I still love her. I love her, from a distance I should say.

"Wanna bet?" she asked, sauntering in my direction. My eyes widened as she grabbed me by the collar kissing me. Y/N L/N was actually kissing me. I immediately kissed back, placing my hands on her waist. As we broke apart, Richie's face was in shock, mine was a tomato, and Y/N looked like as if nothing happened. "Bye Martin. Oh! And don't forget to give me back my notes at the end of the day!" she told me before heading off to her next class.