Jacksepticeye Imagines

Lashing Out

Word count: 495

"Listen here, shorty. Stay outta my way. Got it?" the guy poked at your shoulder as he talked to you.

Man, this dude sure was something. His name's Caleb. He's tall, arrogant, in charge. He bullies people because he's in his last year of high school, which you personally don't like witnessing. Today's victim was a boy around your height, but he was a year or two younger. His name's Michael, a friend of your younger brother's. Caleb was shoving Michael around and you could overhear him threatening the boy. So you'd gone over to them, causing Caleb to pause in somewhat confusion. You grabbed Michael's arm and pulled him away from the situation. You heard Caleb shouting profanities at you, but you kept walking. Michael thanked you repeatedly and gave you a hug before scurrying down the hall. You turned around, face-to-face with Caleb. Now here you were. A bit terrified to be honest.

"Shove off Caleb," you said with a confident façade. You were definitely digging your grave here. Your heart was beating rapidly but your mouth didn't get the message to shut the fuck up. "Just because you're a senior doesn't mean you can just waltz around and be a jerk to everyone. I mean, what's your problem?" you were yelling in your head, but your words came out as calm yet sharp. Caleb growled and shoved you, knocking you off your balance. You fell, but got right back up. Mama didn't raise a quitter.

"Seriously Caleb, why are you so mean to the freshmen? Did your girlfriend catch you cheating and break up with you, again?"

"No," Oh, she definitely did. "just shut up you kumbang!"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There he went again, using words he didn't understand. "Please refrain from talking so loud; you lower the IQ of the whole school," you retorted. "Kumbang means hot wind."

He suddenly became more furious, if that's possible. His face was red and scrunch up in anger as he shoved you. Your back hit the cold wall behind you. Just as you were about to run your mouth again, Caleb was punched in the face. Your jaw dropped.

Your turned to see Jack, holding his fist. You grabbed his arm and started running downstairs and to this spot by the lunchroom where a brick arch would hide them if anyone walked by looking for them. You let go of Jack's arm, huffing quietly. Then you were yelling at him in a whisper tone. "Why did you do that?!"

His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly before he responded. "He was being an ass, (Y/N)!"

"Yeah he was but punching him didn't solve anything!"

"Your smart mouth wasn't helping either!"

". . . You know what, that's true," you said, shrugging.

You reached for his hand and examined his knuckles. They were red. Probably not as red as Caleb's face. You looked up at Jack and smirked.

"My hero."