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Jeff- Psychotic Infatuation

"So, you like the new face, now do you?" Jeff smirked against your ear. You tensed, slightly from enjoyment but mostly from fear.

"You pull it off well." you cooed sheepishly. He chuckled darkly before smoothing down your sleeves with his ice could hands. His hands met yours and they instinctively intertwined.

"Well aren't you-" he paused looking for the right words. "Sweet." he trailed off.

"Jeff?" you hesitated. He smiled again and hummed against your ear in response. "Is it okay if I'm scared?" He paused, slightly taken aback by you.

"Okay? Is it okay? (Y/N), you better be terrified." he whispered darkly. You froze, terror and adrenaline replacing your blood. It'd been months since you'd last seen your high school sweetheart Jeff and when he returned, everything changed. Something was different about him. He was getting into fights, starting fights, and just being a jackass. Then that damned fight with Randy. You wanted to kill him yourself but you knew better. Once he was released from the hospital, he came straight to you, covered in blood, crying, and laughing. He was insane, yes, but you still loved him. You were pulled from your thoughts by the feeling of- well you couldn't really put your finger on it, quite. Like a leaky roof dripping on your shoulder, maybe. You lifted your hand to feel the liquid on your slightly revealed shoulder. It was water, but from where. You turned your head to see Jeff sobbing quietly into the crook of your neck.

"Please. . . please don't leave. . ." he trailed off quietly.