Intentions Randy x reader (Jeff the killer)

~Chapter six~The hospital

That's all he had to say to me. That I should've looked at Keith's fucking text messages.

I walked out the door in anger. Randy ran up to me. H pinned me against the wall. "Why in the hell would you do that?!" H yelled. I winced at him.

"Leave me alone, go to your girlfriend...she probably misses you," I spat struggling. He had his grip tighter. Tears rolled down my face.

"You don't believe that do you? I only dated her to...it's not important. Everything I said to you was out of anger," he explained. Keith yelled something at Randy.

"Fuck off, Keith!" Randy yelled back. Keith turned him towards up and threw a punch at him. He kept on punching. I tried to pry him off Randy.

"KEITH!" I screamed. Keith finally stopped. Randy smiled with blood all over his face.

"Heh...beat up the abused kid, Keith," Randy smiled. He whispered something.

"What?" I asked. He sat up a little and quickly grabbed me and kissed me. My face blushed like 20 different shades of red. He let go and I froze. I covered my mouth and ran home, not wanted to face Keith right now. Or Randy. Or Maria. I ran up to my room and sat at the edge of my bed thinking about what just happened. I kissed Randy. I played music and began to do my homework. I couldn't concentrate. I can only think about that kiss. After I was done, it was 10:27. I sighed and went to bed. Useless, since I was still thinking about that kiss.

I walked to the bus stop where Keith's and Randy were giving each other death glares. I sighed and leaned against the pole. Neither one of them were talking to me. Fine by me. School was boring. I had no one right now. I walked home once more and collapsed on my bed. I didn't know why, but I began to cry. Cry out all the stress, from school, relationships, and the stress of being molested. I looked out my window to see Randy walking home. I ran out the door and caught up to him.

"H-hey," I stuttered. He looked surprised to see me, and worried to see my puffy red eyes.

"Oh! Y/N! I um...what's up? Are you okay?" He asked. I noticed he had a black eye and a split lip.

"Am I okay? What happened to you?" I said studying his face.

"Don't be mad. Okay...I got in a fight with that Jeff kid. It went well and all, but I accidentally shot a flare gun on the side of his face. He's in the hospital right now," he confessed. I didn't know what to say.

"You probably hate me, huh?" He sighed. I hugged him. He seems like he needed it. He smiled and I smiled back. I waved and went back home. This is going to be a long rest of the year.