[Denial] JTK X READER

{Chapter 5}

                               Y/N

Her and I both walk into the very noisy, crowded woods, as the lights and music become louder the closer we get, all the people around us convince me that this wasn't a small gathering like I had originally  thought it was. As we walk in, alcohol and weed are smelt and teenagers everywhere are making out to the same song I heard earlier; as well as red solo cups that are strung out on various picnic tables.

The cool fall breeze whips through my hair as we're walking towards some group of friends that she knows.

"Heyyyy!" G/N hollers over the music.

The group turns our direction, and suddenly all eyes are on us.
'Great just what I needed. Random people trying to talk to me.'

"What's up girl?" A brunette smiles warmly at us. Her hazel eyes meeting mine.
"Who's this you brought with you?"

"I'm Y/N," I sent her a nervous smile, the edges of my lips shaking a little bit due to the forced smile I held towards the girl. . I was hoping she didn't catch on the no last name part, considering it would be very unfortunate if I had to deal with that tonight.

She nods before turning back to G/N, I kind of zone out of their conversation, I'm not really one for talking to people anyways. I end up walking off at some point, don't really remember when, and grabbing one of the red solo cups at the closest table. The harsh liquid runs down my throat with a burning sensation I welcome too casually before walking away from the group of people that started talking to us.

The cool breeze reminding me of the dropping temperatures as I decide to sit on a bench at the edge of the clearing. I'm swirling my pointer finger across the edge of the familiar cup, as boredom sinks into my veins.

'I've never been a huge parties person, so why would I put myself in this situation?' I quickly scold myself before downing the rest of the contents in the cup before throwing it in the nearest trash can I can find. I grab another one, quickly emptying the liquid before shaking my head.

The new cup in my hand now follows me as I wonder around the party. Between the lights and the natural moon light, it's really easy to see around the clearing. Which surprises me, because usually areas like this are dark, with little to no moon light. It could be the alcohol, or it could be my fascination with the moon that's made it peak my interest once more.

'Damn I'm boring,'

I quickly walk into a tree.

'Wait, tree? There aren't any trees in the middle of-' I look up to see not a tree, but a chest. The brown haired man moves his head from his phone to meet my gaze.

Damn, this is awkward as fuck.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking." Wait. It's the guy from the cafe. Damn this is even worse.

"Uh it's no problem." He replies taking a drag of his cigarette before stomping it on the ground.

"Um right." I turn to walk away.

"Wait. Aren't you that girl from the cafe a while back? How's that hand of yours?" His brown eyes meet mine.

"Um it's okay. Don't feel it at all-" I awkwardly laugh before rubbing behind my neck.

"So what are you doing here?" He asks me with one brow raised, waiting for me to answer his horrible question.

"Uh drinking. Isn't that obvious?" I sarcastically reply.

Shit, the alcohol must definitely be kicking in because I would be running right now.

"Interesting. Okay. Have a good night Miss...." He starts waiting for me to answer.

"Y/N"  I reply quickly before nodding my head and walking off. That was probably the most awkward conversation I've had with someone.

'Even conversing with Jeff is easier than that, what is wrong with me?'

I stay at the party for a couple more hours, before deciding that it wasn't for me before quickly sending a text to G/N letting her know I was walking back and I would be fine. She sends a "👍, be safe" and I put my phone back in my pocket before walking down the same trail I used to enter. The farther I walk, the quieter my surroundings become. I'm beginning to realize that I like the quiet more. The sounds of the crickets and distant music still sound in my ears but it isn't as obnoxious as it was anymore. Come to think of it, they're probably gonna get a cop called on them for being so loud.

I reach the side walk that leads to my house before following the street lights in the comforting silence of the night. Checking my phone, the bright screen lights up in bold letters, "12:22".

"It's not as late as I thought it was," I don't bother to whisper because of how empty the streets are. There isn't anyone for miles, so why would I need to whisper?

The walk to my house becomes therapeutic as I consume myself with random thoughts, before reaching my house. I walk up the familiar front, before getting my key out to unlock my door. I turn the handle and, wait. Did I not lock it? I could have sworn I locked my door. I'm pretty sure I double checked. Was it Jeff? No. Can't be he hasn't been here in a while. Maybe it's the alcohol that's in my system. I must have forgotten to lock it before we left, seeing as tho we weren't really paying attention.

I walk past the front and into my house, looking up at the empty spot on my wall where the picture of me and Toby once sat. I really need to put that back up before I forget.

The kitchen feels eerie, whilst the tv is softly playing in the background of the house. It feels nice to be home, even if it was just for a few hours. Socialism is a concept I will never understand. I walk into the living room, half expecting to see a mop of black hair laying passed out on my couch, but instead it isn't black. And they're not passed out. I'm face to face with a pair of all black oozing orbs. What the he-

Movement catches my eye as he continues to reach into his pocket, pulling out the shimmer of a scalpel before I dart into my bedroom.

'Shit, where is it?' I dig through my drawers.

"Shit. Shit. Shit- there." The familiar handle of the pistol finds the palm of my hand from the back of the drawer. I quickly grab the gun before checking to see if it is loaded, which by some miracle it is. Between the adrenaline and not being able to comprehend that there is a fucking man in my house, my hands are shaking. Again. Really? I'm so sick of this.
With the gun in my hand I slam the door open to be met the with man-like figure.

"Listen here fucker, I'm too tired to deal with another one of you so please just fucking leave."

Without any hesitation or before I can even comprehend, the scalpel is in the back of my hand that I'm holding the gun with, leaving a nice gash in my palm.

'Really? That's all you got?' I just stop, and look up at him before looking back down at the hand, now dripping with blood before looking up at him before slamming my door shut and locking it.

"I'm too tired to deal with you! Go away." I turn around and rip the blade from my hand. The injured hand now pouring with blood, begins to make a mess everywhere on the floor.

'Great now I have to clean this up.' I go to open the bathroom door before a vigorous knocking sounds at my door. That fucker I swear.

I throw the door open and my mouth follows not even thinking before I'm speaking.

"Listen here you fucker I thought I said to go-" wait, black hair. Not brown.

"Jeff?"

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This is mostly just a filler chapter for the plot. Tho I wanted to slowly introduce more characters in as well. Junior year is kicking right now. Between trigonometry and Government I'm booked. But I'm trying <3

Word count: 1426