I Hate That I Love You (JeffxJane)

Ice Cream

A little rom-com one shot for you guys. I got some help with my friends on this one (Mostly with the comedy scenes). Enjoy :P!!

Jane's POV

So I've been hearing a lot of people gawk at Jeff because he's this "sexy bada**." But I'm here to clarify some things.

One, he is NOT a sexy bada**, at least not all the time.

Two, he is nothing but a kid in an eighteen year old body. And he's also an a**hole but I'll write about that another time.

So let's begin:

This is what happened during one of my attempts to end his pathetic life. He was acting like a six year old for a WHOLE DAY, mind you I have no idea if he was drunk or high but he was definitely not himself. It was actually the first time-if possible, I did not want to murder him. Shocking, I know

I was about to ambush him in the house he was temporarily staying in. The moment he opened the door I swung my knife. I felt it hit something and there was red liquid on my knife. I always had this habit of tasting the blood that would be left on my knife. I licked it, wanting to have a preview for the sweet sensation of my enemy's soon to be death.

It was sweet and tasted like fruit. Wait a second, that's not-

"Nuuuuuuu!! Mah ice cream! Jane why???" His immature screech made me jump. Uhmmmm okay, not the response I expected from him. Usually he'd waste no time with swearing, especially when we see each other.

"You sliced it." He pointed

"Stop shouting its just ice cr-"

"THAT WAS MY FAVORITE FLAVOR!!!!!" I facepalmed What the hell Jeff? Since when would a murderer be whining about fallen ice cream?

"You need to buy me a new one." He started dragging me by my arm.

"I'll buy you some when your DEAD." My knife was still in my other hand, I could just as easily cut his d*mn arm so he'd let go.

"You can't buy me ice cream when I'm dead." He stopped walking and pointed out.

"I'll put it on your stab wound so you won't feel anything." She shrugged

"But I won't feel anything when I'm dead." He once again, pointed out.

"Exactly."

*sigh* Ya know what? This is a failure already. I'll just give him what he wants.

"Alright fine, you can stop dragging me now." We stopped, he looked at me dead in the eyes.

"You still need to buy me ice cream." -_- I know....

However, the moment we turned to the ice cream shop it was filled with cops.

"On second thought, let's go to another store."

Are you convinced yet? No? Then I'll continue.

We were just about to get out of there when....

"Hey! You two, hands in the air!" A police officer said aiming his gun at out backs.

"Okay, I'll play your game." He smirked wider.

"Jeff, what the hell? Let's just run." I whisper-shouted. Is that even a thing?

"Just go with it will ya." He ordered. Nu-uh if he wants to get arrested he can count me out. I was about to bail but he put my wrist on a tight hold much like the time he dragged me.

"Put your weapons down!" Another one demanded. Tch, I'm not strong enough to drag him away. Curse his strength. We threw our knives to the ground. They cuff both of us and push us to the back of a police car.