Jevon Fanfic (JakeWheeler×DevonEvans)

The Case of Hackenstack Murders

Jake's POV:

These converses are fucking killing me. I knew I shouldn't have expected anything good to come out of Junior's Christmas present. Jerk probably glued stones at the bottom of it's sole just to mess with me.

I exited out of my homeroom. Swerving to avoid the crowd of people, I practically ran into Alexandra, her nails digging into my shoulders as she steadied herself.

"Do you like boobs all of a sudden?" Alexandra questioned.

The question caught me off guard. "What?"

"Well since you're so fond of touching them, I thought maybe you switched sides or something."

I rolled my eyes. If I had a nickel everytime Alexandra thought of herself, I'd be a billionaire in no time.

Junior tugged Alexandra's arm. "Let's go Lex, he's not worth it."

"Yeah Lex, be a good little girlfriend and listen to your boyfriend."

She shot him a dirty look, but followed. Soon, there was no one to harrass me.

Good.

I ran a hand through my hair. This was going to be a long day.

I was on my way to my next period, fucking Chemistry, when I heard my name being called.

"Jake!"

I turned to look around. Nobody was there. Taking out my earphones, I followed the sound of the voice.

"Jake! Over here." The voice spoke.

The corridors were getting emptier as the seconds passed. Kids were going to their respective classes in hopes that they weren't already too late.

I rounded the corridor to the janitor's closet. "Hello?"

"I'm inside." The voice whispered. "Come in."

According to every true crime documentary I've oh so dearly watched, one should never walk inside of a closed spaced under the following circumstances or else will face certain death.

1. When a voice leads you to it.

2. When the voice is unrecognizable.

3. When said voice lowkey reminds you of your crush.

4. When you're unarmed.

Too bad I'm ready to die. I'm halfway inside the door when somebody pulls me inside completely.

Silence.

I go out to pull my phone so there's some light here, when someone does it for me.

"I couldn't talk about this to anyone, and I thought you out of all people would understand"

I turn to the voice an-

Huh. I mentally scoff. Maybe going inside a room that's lead by a creepy voice that kind of sounds like your crush might actually be because it your crush.

Devon is on his knees as he digs inside his backpack. It takes me a moment to register what is going on.

My crush. The guy I have a crush on, called me to show something when he could have showed it to his more amazing cooler friends.

Plus one points to Jake.

"Uh, Jake?"

Devon's voice breaks me out of my thoughts. I scramble near him as I crouch, dropping my bag on the floor. He smells good, like of vanilla and a little bit of strawberry. Somehow perfect for Devon.