The Graduating Class of '09 (Class of '09 x Male Reader Insert)

Waypoint

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Nicole

Relationship: 6.5/10

Point Up ⬆

"Honestly, all men are gonna be fucking a kid in their thirties. Like, no shit. Though, I guess that (Y/N) guy will be a special case among them. Heard he took a bullet for Jecka in the mall two weeks ago, I guess I should cut him some slack. Either he cared about her or he only did that to have a better chance at fucking her. Not to mention he keeps covering me with his own jacket each time I fell asleep in class."

"I never asked him to toss that ragged excuse for a jacket over me, and yet here we are. And the worst part? It smells... fine? Like, annoyingly fine. Not drowning in some douchebag's cologne or reeking of Irish Spring like every other try-hard, but just clean enough to piss me off."

You know, whenever you stare into his eyes for awhile, he looks kinda dead. Not braindead, but like a vegetable who somehow is able to keep on living despite brain death. Gonna be honest, that only makes me want to punch the shit out of him, but I can't do that."

"He killed Colby in a reverse strangulation, I'm NOT MAKING THIS SHIT UP! Like, what is he eating to do something like that and on top of that make Colby's face look like a work of art?" 

"Shit, imagine he did that around my neck.. I wouldn't even need a noose!"

"Lightbulb, Newsflash. I think I found a new way to get myself killed."

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Jecka

Relationship: 9/10

Point(s) Up ⬆

"I'm gonna be honest, I thought I was going to die back there in the mall. Like, legitimately, this is it, curtains down. I froze up so bad I couldn't even scream, couldn't even breathe. My brain just hit the off switch, and I was standing there waiting for the darkness to swallow me whole."

"And then, out of nowhere, (Y/N) freaking jumps in like some action movie hero and takes the bullet meant for me."

"Are you kidding me? Like, who does that? He's not even one of those bad-boy types with leather jackets and brooding eyes. No, he's just... (Y/N). Quiet, kind of awkward, always running ten seconds behind in social interactions. But in that moment? Oh my god, THAT WAS INSANELY HOT."

"Seriously, no other guy in the history of guys would pull something like that. Most of them would be halfway out the door, thinking about how this mall isn't worth dying for. They don't love, not really. They're just here for the sex and the regrets they'll drown in cheap beer later on. But this? This was different. It was... an eye-opener."

"Not that he seemed like boyfriend material before. I mean, let's be real; he's slow to catch on when you're throwing cues his way. Like, painfully slow. Half the time, I'll say something clever or flirty, and he just stares at me like I've spoken in some ancient, dead language. And yet, when he looks at me, it's not like I'm some object to be conquered or a prize to be won. No, he looks at me like I'm human. Just a person."

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Calm down, Jecka. Deep breaths."

"Another thing about him? He's rational. Like, he doesn't have the unhinged energy Nicole has, thank god. But the first time I saw him lose it, like actually lose it was when he beat the living crap out of Colby in that Barcade a month or two ago. And, uh, yeah that stirred up some things."