~(Y/N)'S POV~
"Well, you're a very interesting girl." E.J. said, I nodded because I knew that I was. He chuckled and walked around my wooden floor. I placed my feet on the cold wooden floor, cold chills shot up my back. "So, what do you want to ask me?" I asked as I crossed my arms. He in the chair and asked "Why didn't you care when your parents were killed?" I looked down and sighed. "They never really cared for me. I did love them, but I'm strong. I can deal with their deaths. I had to fight for myself when I got older. Yes, I got things I wanted, which I was emtremly thankful for. But it was pretty obvious that they didn't care for me." I said quietly. E.J. got up and walked over to me and sat next to me.
He patted me on the back and said kindly "Here, let's make a deal. You tell me when you're ready to answer those questions, you tell me." I nodded slightly. I got up and reminded myself that it's better to look on the bright side. He stood up next to me, I smirked. "Well, can I ask you something?" I asked in the most innocent voice I could do.
~E.J.'S POV~
Secretly, I blushed under my mask. I had blushed from the way she said that. "S-sure." I said nervously. She crossed her arms and asked "Why do you always wear that mask all the time?" I suddenly got nervous. What do I say? I barely know this girl, can I even trust her? She is pretty evil. I looked at her and said "Well, I'd rather not show my face. Pretty simple."
She threw her hands in the air, "There's the snobbish guy that I met. Why be all nice around the others; but when we are alone, you're so mean to me." (Y/N) put her hands on her hip. She's pretty cute when she's mad. I smirked under the mask, that was thankfully hiding my face. "Well, I have my reasons and you have yours." I said acting like every thing was normal.
Then out of no where we heard a scream. She dashed out the door before I could grab her and tell her it was Ben. I sighed and chased after (Y/N). Damn, she's fast..
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A Little Text (Eyeless Jack x Reader)
FanfictionYou're parents were rude to you. You just lived through it. You had to much on your plate. You had homework, dishes, and much more to do while your father sat on the couch, drunk. Then a stranger texted you and everything changed.
