Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Highschool☆

Request: emogxilbert

[ Jock!Jake ]

Cw: bullying!, S/H, depression, mental illness, Suicidal stuff mentioned!

graphic insults such as ky$ is
involved!<-- read w caution if this stuff makes you uncomfortable or skip!

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Johnnie sighed softly as he was seated at his desk. Looking at the test in front of him. He didn't understand any of the material, and his dyslexia wasn't making it any better.

His emo eyes look up towards the jock in the other side of the classroom, his blue eyes silently admiring him.

Why did he fall for him?

Jake always bullied him, picked on him, and teased him with all the other popular kids.

He was hated for being emo, and with also his father passing away and being bullied at school..

He felt as if his life was hell.

Jake glanced over at Johnnie, seeing him staring at him. He smirked a bit, knowing that Johnnie was looking at him.

He continued to watch him for a few more moments before walking over to his desk. He leaned against the desk and looked down at Johnnie.

"What are you looking at, emo kid?" He said, a smirk still on his face.

Johnnie tensed up, "You're lucky the teacher isn't in the fucking room or you'll be getting yelled at right now. Go fuck off and do your test." He dismissed the jock.

Jake chuckled at Johnnie's response. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I strike a nerve?" He said, leaning in closer to Johnnie.

"And what are you going to do if I don't go away, huh? Cry?" He teased, a cocky smile on his face.

Some of the other popular kids looked over, snickering and such.

Jake was only popular because of one thing,- masking. He was trying to be someone he wasn't, and following all the popular kids rules and behaviors, just so he was liked in school.

Jake didn't care. He would do anything to fit in with the popular crowd, even if it meant being an asshole to someone like Johnnie.

He glanced over at the other popular kids, making sure they were watching him. He knew they were all waiting for him to say something else to Johnnie.

Johnnie just stared at Jake. Suddenly another jock yelled across the room, "Go slit your wrists you emo kid!"

Which made the entire class laugh.

Jake laughed along with the other jocks, enjoying the way they were all picking on Johnnie. "Yeah, why don't you go do that, emo boy?" he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

Johnnie felt hurt, crushed even. He just rolled his eyes and grabbed his stuff, he was done with school. He hated it, he wanted to drop out so bad. The bullying was getting worse and worse.

He was holding his tears back, wishing someone, anyone, could be there for him.

The only person he felt super close too, was his dad. Besides his mother and siblings of course.

But unfortunately his father is gone, he died of cancer and won't be coming back.

He walked out of the classroom.

Jake tried to push the feeling of guilt away, but it lingered in the back of his mind.

He didn't understand why he felt bad about bullying Johnnie, but he couldn't shake the feeling.