Hidden Deception (Jeff The Killer X Reader)

Chapter One

SLAM

Another day of hell. How great? School had been a pain in the ass lately. Tests and exams were taken almost everyday. Stacks of homework were assigned and each period gave out at least five pages. That was on a good day. Lately, all your time was spent studying or getting the little pages from hell completed. You hated it and you didn't want to do it. The only reason you did it is so that you could get into a good college and be successful one day. Unlike those idiots that shared the same feelings you did and didn't do anything, you were smarter.
You were the typical tomboy type, wearing anything you could find that looked decent and anything that wouldn't make you look like a slob or wannabe slut. Yeah that's right, at your school there were girls who dressed like sluts, acted like sluts, and never really got into that category. Yes, I know, pathetic.
You were always adored yet hated by the teachers. They would like you for your grades but hate you for your attitude. You on the other hand resented them greatly and wanted to punch them every time they would call on you without you wanting to or when they snuck those stupid ass pop quizzes on you. Yes, you had a bit of a hot temper but you would try to hide it beneath your stupid smiles that you almost always faked. But they would always convince everyone that you were at least partially nice.
Your partially popular, not too much yet not too little. You had friends and you had enemies. The reason you had friends was not because you were girly and nice, or that you were rich and snobby. It was because you were not afraid to kick ass, and that's what got you respect, and maybe because you had managed to make the perverted football captain fall to his knees and beg for mercy after he had called you "babe". You didn't take shit from anybody. Even your friends had wound up getting flicked on the head once or twice for being dumb. What? Were you expecting her to be a total monster? No, you had SOME kindness.
You were a total technology freak, although you couldn't stand losing at video games. You HATED losing. Even if it was an argument between who gets what controller, you always won. Always. No one understood why you would always wanted to win, but that was just the way you were so they had to deal with it.
Anyways, back to you being upset over homework.
You would throw your book bag onto your bed, it landing in the middle, bouncing for a second before quickly stopping due to how heavy it was. You would sigh in relief after having all that weight on your shoulders off of you. You would stretch slightly, having just gotten off of the torture machine that they call a "school bus". You would smile before singing that one Rebecca Black song, " It's Friday, Friday, don't know the rest of the lyrics, Friday~" A chuckle would escape your lips after saying that. This was a side of you that almost no one knew. The happy, goofy, and playful side. It would always be hidden by that closed off side, the one where you would act calm almost the whole time, barely letting out any kind of reaction, always being a smartass and maybe even a jerk.
You would look around your room and then you would remember, "its Friday so I don't have to do any homework today..." You would think, "I'm gonna go on a walk, There's nothing better to do anyways...."

//okay so this is the first chapter of hidden deception, hope you enjoyed. The other chapters will probably be longer.

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