♤Delinquent!Jevil x Cynical! Reader♤

There is always calm before a storm, right?

A/n; Fair warning, y/n IS gonna be a tad unlikable to some for the next few chapters....
But
After the next chapter, you get to have a TON more Jevil content! Like, he'll be around a bit more, and you'll see him be a mean-head.

Now, the content/trigger warnings!!

TW/CW; Underage drinking, swearing, teacher/student shit(ew), spamton has become an anxiety Twink, thievery, drunk words/actions(sfw obviously)

Things to know;
he/him y/n, spamton has a CRUSH but it's low-key TOXIC cus he likes when HE is mean(till it got genuine), spammy×y/n but one sided. y/n is, in my opinion, cool- but ik he's pretty mean sometimes. Also, l/s = lip shape and f/a = favourite alcohol!

Mine is just beer(basic, I know.. But Id drink just ab anything), what's yours?

This starts out on the next day BTW <3

Sat on either side of the plastic bench y/n sat, was b/f/n and spamton. Much to y/ns dismay, if one were being honest.
Due to it being lunch, the trio had odd tasting slop-shaped salad piled on their plates. Turning to his right, he nudged b/f/n.
“Hey. We should break into Mr. Jackson’s classroom.” His voice was low, down to a whisper as he leaned towards her.
“I’m not against that idea, but can i ask why?” She matched his volume, eyebrow lifted to fit her curiosity.
“Oh it’s just, in his classroom..” He licked his softly-fanged teeth as he grinned, stalling to add suspense,”He’s got, y’know,, Al~co~hol~” Cooed y/n, a mischevioyus grin growing smoothly across his features.
Returning his grin, b/f/n nodded, large round curls bouncing as she did so. “Ok, bet!”

Standing up nonchalantly, he threw his tray in the trash as the two behind him followed. That being Spamton and B/f/n. Y/n put his hands into his jeans’ pockets, and sauntered out of the cafeteria. B/f/n caught on quickly, and simply bounced beside him. Spamton, however, ceaselessly pestered y/n about what was going on. He ignored him, obviously, and kept walking through the halls.

He and b/f/n held their heads high, despite the glares and rude stares peers shot their way as they passed. It seemed to fuel y/n, confidence surging through him as he strode through the crowds with his.. Friends following behind.

Reaching the empty classroom, save for Mr. Jackson himself, Y/n headed in.

The teacher jumped upon seeing them, or at least just y/n and b/f/n, then he smiled. He was sat on his desk, which faced the classroom. Despite the sunlight beaming through the unlocked window behind him, he was looking through his phone.
“Hello, what can i do for you two?” His eyes flicked up and down the pair, hand resting on his stubbled chin.
“..Depends, is there any dirt I can get on Jevil?” Y/n grinned at seeing his expression darken. He struck a cord, it seems.
“Close the door, mk?” Mr. Jackson instructed, to which the shorter of the pair obliged.

Meanwhile, Spamton was desperately clinging to the wall outside the classroom. His small frame looked pathetic against the white bricked wall, and yet he kept scooting across the ledge. Crouching, he’d accidently made eye contact with y/n, who only nodded subtly.

Talking with Mr Jackson, Y/n had glanced towards the window impatiently. There, he spotted Spamton shaking like a leaf against the glass and nodded slightly. Only enough for spamton to see. That’s where he let b/f/n take over.
“So, you’re telling me he did that with your wife??” B/f/n gawked at the pictures in the teachers phone, brows furrowed despite her shock. Jevil had his number, as clearly shown in with the images he texted the teacher. He only nodded solemnly.
“Why don’t you, i don't know, expel him??” She stepped back, now talking with her hands as well. Mr Jackson shrugged, looking utterly defeated. What a sad man.