The Graduating Class of '09 (Class of '09 (Re-Up) x Male Reader)

Chapter 8 - 'DoJeckadron'

The date on Saturday was eventful in its last moments. Nicole seemed content with the items she had gotten even if it involved inflicting monetary pain on (Y/N). He was still recuperating from Saturday, hoping that he could sleep through his pain and discomfort however he would be wrong.

Just before sleep could take hold and drag him into the abyss, his sleep paralysis demon seized the opportunity to torment him.

(Y/N) [thoughts]: "Damn.. Now I can't sleep at all."

A notification was heard from his phone. Letting his curiosity get the better of him he went to go check. It was a text from Nicole which was extremely rare. The message clearly read: "(Y/N) I need more percocet! Can you drop me some like you did last time? <3"

(Y/N) muttered, "She treats me like I'm her drug dealer or something." He pushed himself out of bed, got dressed, and headed downstairs. After fixing himself a snack, he drove to Nicole's house. The drive wasn't too far and he knew the way. Upon his arrival he had used a McDonald's bag filled with two burgers to hide the fact that he was smuggling drugs.

Nicole's Mom was inquisitive. She seemingly wanted to know every little detail about whoever she met. She was a little snooty, somewhat humble, and in the middle ground she could be both in between. Fortunately, this time Nicole had opened the door before she did and (Y/N) had quickly handed her the "food" in the bag. 

Nicole: "Where the hell is the perc?" She whispered.

(Y/N): "It's called using your eyes have you heard of it?"

Nicole begrudgingly rummaged through the McDonald's bag and was satisfied to see her perc at the bottom. She didn't even mutter a thank you before she slammed the door in (Y/N)'s face, thus leaving him in the barren autumn weather. 

(Y/N): "Bitch..." He said underneath his breath as he made his way back to the car. Once he sat back in the driver's seat another text message followed but from Jecka this time. It read: "(Y/N) i think we shud go on a d8 today cuz im so bored xd"

(Y/N) sighed, "Sleep was never an option for me, was it?" He powered up his car again and drove over to Jecka's place, still in his casual attire. Upon arriving, he parked on the side of the road in front of her house, removed the ignition key, and stepped out, locking the door behind him. Jecka's parents, who were friendly and wealthy, knew (Y/N)'s family well and enjoyed exchanging stories. However, it seemed they weren't home today. Although, Jecka opened the door for him.

Jecka wore her casual attire that (Y/N) had seen her at school with.

Jecka: "My parents aren't here today. Wanna make some noise?" She stuck her tongue out trying to sound sexy.

(Y/N): "I thought we were going on a date?"

Jecka: "I would've believed it if you weren't dressed up like that! Seriously, you need a wardrobe update. I can't be seen with such plebian attire!" Before he could say more, she grabbed ahold of him by the wrist pulling him inside after she closed the door. Jecka's room was the opposite of Nicole's. Relatively clean with little dirt anywhere in sight. Despite her habit for smoking, she'd found the time to remain tidy and neat whenever she had the chance.

Jecka: "I'm fixing up your hair for starters. It looks so.. Egh.." She had pushed (Y/N) onto her pink stool. (Y/N) could hear her gasping and gagging, it wasn't his hair that smelled terrible I think she didn't like how it looked. "It's a miracle people find you attractive with hair like this-" She almost puked.

The following two hours were most unusual. Instead of being taken somewhere, Jecka took (Y/N) to her room where she would groan and moan about (Y/N)'s hair. By the time she had finished, (Y/N) was given a modern mullet.