𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝕺𝖓 𝕸𝖊|| Jschlatt x Reader

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Schlatt's POV 👀

Watching (Y/N) hold her hand over her face nearly made my blood boil.

The fucking audacity of this dickbag, not only to try and hit me, but to end up hitting (Y/N) as well. I felt a bit guilty for moving out of the way, but if this guy wanted a fight, he was getting a fight.

Without hesitation I immediately shoved him back, he almost looked surprised but his attention immediately went back to me. "What the hell is your problem?!" I shouted, resisting the urge to reach for the gun. For (Y/N)'s sake.

He backed up slightly and huffed. "I didn't mean to hit her! You moved out of the way!" He glared at me.

"You want a fight, huh?" I said as I rolled my sleeves up. "Then let's fucking fight, bitchboy!"

(Y/N) never told me this fuckboy's name, so I'm just gonna call him Asshole. Fitting, right?

Anyway, almost as soon as I finished talking Asshole charges at me, I quickly moved out of the way and waited until the time was right to shove him again.

It didn't take much force to make him stumble back, but it didn't take him too long to get back up again. He charged right at me and before I could move or shove him back he managed to punch me right in the face.

Holding my hand over my face I took a few steps back, for a pipsqueak he sure did have a good punch. He almost immediately charged at me again, but I immediately just grabbed him by his sleeves and shoved him to the ground.

"Holy shit, you think this is fighting?" I couldn't help but saying, resisting the urge not to laugh at this dumbass. "You're just letting me shove you down!"

"You won't be laughing when I pound your face in!" He spat before quickly sitting up, wrapping his arms around my legs and shoving me back.

I fell back and hit the ground, I had to admit it hurt like hell, but I was ready to get back up and tackle this dickbag. But before I could even put my hands on the ground to push myself up, Asshole was already on top of me, punching me in the face as hard and has much as he could. Over and over.

This was definitely a fucking unfair fight. But, if he wanted to play this game, he was gonna lose.

When he got tired of punching he had the fucking audacity, the fucking balls on him to grab me by the head and raise his fist in the air. "I'm gonna bust your skull against the concrete!" He shouted. 

Before he could get another punch in, though, I kicked him right where it hurts. He cried out in pain a bit and fell back, giving me the chance to stand up and catch my breath. I spat at him as he laid on the ground, riving in pain. "Yeah.. yeah! Guess your balls of steel aren't as hard as you thought, shit face!"

After I felt like I had taunted him enough, I immediately looked over at (Y/N). She was sitting next to the tree with her knees to her chest, she seemed to be on the phone with someone. I quickly walked over and crouched besides her. "Hey. Are you okay?" I asked quietly.

She gave a slow nod, her face seemed like it was definitely going to be bruised up from the punch. "I'm okay.. I'm calling Evan to come pick us up.." She said softly before looking up at me, her eyes widening a bit.

"What? Something wrong?" I asked a bit confused, she almost immediately nodded and placed her hand on my cheek.

"Schlatt, your face.." She said with a small frown. "Evan, I'll call you back.. but please just hurry." She said into her phone before ending the call, she opened her camera app and handed it to me.

Looking at myself I realized Asshole did more damaged than I thought. More than I could feel too, probably just because the adrenaline was pumping or some shit. There was a big gash on my forehead that was just dripping blood, my right cheek was already in the process of swelling and my nose was bleeding. A few bruises were also in the process of forming.

"Holy shit.." I muttered. Then, without hesitation, I smiled and gave a thumbs up, taking a picture of myself.

(Y/N) let out a small sigh as she took her phone back. "I'm guessing you'll want me to send that to you, huh?- Schlatt, look out!" She shouted, sitting up a bit.

I tried to look behind me but before I could I was punched right in the side of the head, I fell back and looked up, seeing Asshole. He rolled up his sleeves a bit and huffed, cracking his knuckles. "And you wanna say I was the bad one at fighting, huh?!"

He raised his fist to punch me again but before he could (Y/N) stood up, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back. "Danny, stop! Do you think this is what I want?! It's not! It's the opposite!! I want you to leave!!" She shouted.

Danny. Huh, so that's the name of his asshole.

Well, 'Danny' didn't listen to her, of course. Instead he grabbed her arm, holding onto it pretty tightly. I could tell since (Y/N)'s expression changes almost instantly. "Don't fucking tell me what to do!" He shouted, holding his fist back to punch her.

To punch her.

To punch her.

Without hesitation I immediately stood up, lifting my shirt up and grabbing my gun. I aimed it at him and cocked it back, letting out a huff. "Let her go!" I shouted.

Hearing the gun cock made the color drained from both Asshole and (Y/N)'s faces, both looked at me a bit in shock.

"Are you fucking deaf? I said let her go!" I shouted, raising my voice a bit more. He didn't hesitate to release (Y/N)'s arm, which allowed her to rush over and stand behind me.

Her hand gripped onto my shoulder as she stayed close to me. "Now, put it down, Schlatt.. please." She said softly.

"Not until he fucking leaves." I spat, gripping onto the gun. "I won't hesitate to shoot him. I won't."

She gave a slow nod and looked over at Asshole. "Danny. Please just leave." She huffed and leaned closer, whispering to me.

"Evan called the cops. You should put the gun away."