You always liked Randy. To the other kids, he was a brat, stuck up, and self-centered. But to you, on the inside, he was just a boy with a good amount of sugar and just the right amount of spice. Spice as in, I'm about to beat you up spice. You laughed at that thought and looked over at Randy, who had his head in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. You loved to test how mad he'd get at you whenever you knocked it out. You reached over and lightly slapped the cigarette out of his mouth and onto his desk.
"Stop it, Y/n." He said in a monotone voice. You didn't get it. He usually flicked you or slapped back when you did that! He was just down for some reason today. He put the cigarette back in his mouth and watched the math teacher teach algebra. She passed out worksheets and the kids went to work. Randy finished his and sulked up to the teacher's desk, turned it in at the same time as you, and sat down at the same time as you.
"What's wrong, Randy? Did something happen at home..?" You hissed, causing Randy to just shake his head. You knew he was lying and you were determined to figure out what had happened. Math class was your last class and today was a Friday on the last day of school (I just got out of school and realized I had nothing to do. But wait I'm giving you something to do.) so as soon as the bell rang, you were 7th graders. The bell rung and kids ran out of their classrooms chanting:
"T.G.I.F! T.G.I.F! Last day of school!" You smiled and chanted with them. You heard some older kids yell:
"We're HIGH-SCHOOLERS!"
You turned to Randy in an attempt to make better friends with him, Kieth and Troy. Randy was crying though. You walked over to the boys, squeezing through kids and even some teachers.
"C'mon Randy. It'll be alright, I'm sure you dad won't hurt you again." Kieth said.
"Guys, Y/n heard that." Troy said to the other two, who turned their heads.
"I'm only trying to help." You said, sympathetically smiling. Randy shoved you away and walked out the doors, leaving you behind in the steady stream of students, wondering what was going on.
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Randy (from Jeff the Killer) x reader
Roman d'amourI WILL NOT BE JUDGED!!!!!!!!! OK? OK. No one writes these and for my own pleasure and all of the Randy-loving fangirls out there, I'm writing one. I do not own any character's, except an OC I made for this story. Now I'm getting to the plot: Randy w...
