rescued from the razors- Jacksepticeye x reader {completed}

The New Guy

"hey (Y/N)." i didn't respond "what's wrong? dont feel like talking?" he said in a mocking voice. his friends laughing behind him. i didn't respond again. "that's fine we can wright what we want to say" he grabed my note book from the desk and held it up for all his friends to see.

my head shot up "give it back" i said desperately "aw look guys (Y/N) likes to draw" everyone laughed and made mocking "aw" sounds "to bad (Y/N) is totaly shit at drawing" he threw the notebook on the table and tore out the page he was on.

"STOP!" i beged but he didn't. he riped the page into little pieces and grabed my hood at the top of it. he pulled up and shuved the tore up paper in my hair then pulled down so the hood was covering my eyes

"ok you've had you're fun now can i please just get my notebook back?" "in a minute we haven't wrote you your message yet" he picked up the notebook and everyone pulled out a pencil he turned around and leaned on the desk infront of me so all there backs were turned.

out of the corner of my teary eye i watch someone walk into the class that iv never seen before. but i didn't care "give me it back!" i said they just laughed. the new persone that just walked into class started to aproch my desk.

"everything ok here?" he asked "yeah everythings fine" billy said with a strict voice still wrighting. the new guy looked over at me "what are they doing?" he mothed at me. a tear ran down my face but i wiped it away quickly.

"they took my notebook" i mothed back. he gave me a nod and turned back to billy and his friends that were wrighting in my notebook. "ok guys give the lady back her notebook" he demanded. billy stood up straight. "and are YOU gonna make me?" "listin i don't want to fight but she dosent deserve this"

"how do you know that she dosen't?" "ok well if she dose deserve it what did she ever do to you?" billy just smirked. he picked up the notebook and closed it over. he placed it on my desk "this is what she did"

he slid it over to me his body getting closer to me with the book till he was right next to my ear. "run home to your razors little girl" he wisperd. he laughed softly and leaned back. he smirked at me and he walked away with his friends. i felt like i had been stabed in the stomic 10 times.

i coverd my moth with my hands and brock down in tears i hid it well though. the guy saw i was clearly upset. he sat in the empty chair next to me. he put his bag under the table and put his hand on the back of my chair.

"are you ok?" he asked i coverd my eyes with my hands and leand on the desk. making it pretty obvious that i was crying. he moved his hand from my chair to my back and started to rub it. "please dont cry" "im sorry" i whispered.

he moved his chair closer to mine "i know it sounds weird and you're probably gonna think im a creapy basterd and i totaly get it if you freak out and slap me or something but... can i give you a hug?" without giving it a seconds thought i collapsed into his chest sobbing like a baby. he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight "thank you" i whispered he didn't respond he just held me even tighter.