𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓣𝓸 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 [Jeff The Killer X Reader]

12 : Jeffery Problems

I could feel my face heat up, seeing the tip of my nose turn red as my ears burned too, I scoffed and turned my face, plopping it on the blanket. This is invasion of my precious private space.

"Pervert." I said, nuzzling the blanket with my cheek.

"Don't call me that when you're being seductive." Jeff said, and I could feel his hot breath in my ear.

I felt his hand lay on my nape and slide under my tank top, as he hooked up my bra strap with his finger and pulled it back, then let go letting it slap my shoulder.

"OWWEH!!" I jolted my head up, as I shuddered, feeling his weight get off.
"Why would you do that?!" I said, rubbing where it hurt as I looked at him.

"To slap back some sense into you." He said, emptying his pockets on his desk.

I could see a dagger, his wallet, some coins and a box of cigarettes.

"You smoke?" I asked.

"Surprised?" He said back, almost immediately as he slid his hands in his back pockets.

I just looked up and poked my chin, how did I not know? I always know if someone I talked to smoked. I remembered the night he was on top of me, and I couldn't place my finger on if I smelled smoke or not because I was too busy not dying. Then at school, he didn't smell like smoke there too. Even when he gave me his shirt, it only smelled like pine trees, coffee and ashes. When he carried me also and slept next to me too, I never detected smoke.

"You never smelled like smoke.." I said.

"I don't often, just maybe once or twice a week every once in a while. I spend most my time here and we have a kid. It's not a usual habit, just maybe to relief my stress sometimes." He said, as he pulled out some pennies and dusted of his hands then ran his fingers through his hair.
"Why?" He asked, leaning back against his desk and crossing his arms.

"I dunno, I always can tell when someone smokes." I said, tilting my head.

"By the scent?" He said, tilting his head the same way.

"And teeth, and eyes." I said.

"Well, that would be someone who smokes thrice a day, at the least." He said, before walking to his closet. He pulled out a black shirt then wore it, and pulled out another white shirt and smelled it then tossed it over my head.
"Wear this." He said.

"What? Does it smell like smoke?" I said, while wearing it already because I don't want my bra strap pulled again.

"No, I was trying to make sure it had the less bloody scent." He said, as he yawned and flopped on the bed next to me.

"What? You're sleeping?" I said looking at him.

"Yupe, it's been a stressful day... at least for me-" He said, already closing his eyes.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out." He said.

I stayed silent for a moment while watching him, then got off the bed and walked around the room. I looked over his desk, at the cigarettes box and opened it. it's only missing 3 rolls, and it already looks pretty old and worn out. I looked back at Jeff, well good to know he isn't lying to me about the small things. I then grabbed his wallet, it had some cash inside, an almost burned ID that was worn out from the tips and a picture. I pulled out the ID and looked at the picture of Jeff.

"Jeffery Allen Woods... huh." I said silently.

No response.

I just stared at the ID, this boy didn't look like Jeff at all. In fact, if it wasn't for me being able to tell his shades of blues I would have been a hundred sure that this isn't the Jeff I know. He looked more peaceful and elegant in the picture. I just sighed and put the card down, then pulled out the other picture that was in his wallet. It has the same human version of Jeff in the ID card and a guy next to him. They had the same height, seemingly the same age, same face features, only difference is in the eyes. Unlike Jeff's ocean blues, the guy next to him had beautiful shades of green, like a clear garden.