Beautiful hate (Joji x Reader Insert)

Chapter 33- Joji POV

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I couldn't believe I was going through with this. The crowd began to form around us and I forced myself to push my nerves away. I've embarrassed myself publicly countless times, only this time I was embarrassing myself in front of my fans and current romantic interest. I don't want to say crush, that sounds so elementary school.
"Slut! The time has come!" I shouted through my raspy voice. The crowd held quiet in anticipation over what I'd do next. She stared at me, dumbstruck, a wide smile on her face that had my heart fluttering. "Bring that wide pussi outside in five, cunt!" That earned me some glares from nearby parents, and really who could blame them? I'd whip my kid if I caught him watching someone like me online.
I shoved through the crowd and pushed open both double doors exiting the building, making my dramatic exit. Gaining nearly everyone in the room's attention. Everyone who had bothered with the shitshow filed out of the building behind me, forming a similar but larger circle.
Last night it took me a long while to consider what I'd do for the "fight". I couldn't go too easy and make everyone think I was only doing this as a publicity stunt, but I couldn't go as far as to make (y/n) hate me. So I did what Frank does best. I made it gross.
I opened my backpack and pulled out two water guns, if you're wondering how I got them past security, let's just say I slipped a bag checker a twenty and I let him inspect the water guns to ensure that they weren't going to do any damage and were no harm to anyone attending.
  How I did this without (y/n) noticing? It's a talent, cunt.
I set up one water gun about twenty feet from myself on the ground, inside contained what you'd expect to find in a water gun- water; however, mine contained something I like to call, things I could find in my hotel room- water, piss, and maple syrup. Would she be pissed? (pun intended) Yes. Would she hate me and never forgive me? That's a fifty fifty, Im taking a gamble. Would the fans be entertained? Hell yeah, who doesn't want to see their favorite youtuber squirted with gross shit? And if all goes well maybe she can get payback and squirt on me ;).
I watched as (y/n) was inside being bombarded by fans, as well as Ian trying to gain as much of the footage as possible.
(y/n) came out of the convention hall last, making for an exciting entrance.
"What's the plan, Frank?" She shouted over the crowd, obviously not too concerned. "I thought we'd take it back to the old west in an old fashion shoot out! Turn our backs to each other, take ten steps apart, whip around and shoot"
"That's not too bad, pretty toned down for a guy called filthy. What's the catch?"
"No catch" I lied "Just some old fun between some new 'friends'" I threw up my hands in air quotes.
She eyed me suspiciously, not buying it, she inspected her own gun and realized there was nothing off putting about it. She gave in and called out,
"Alright then, let's start" She held her gun close as she approached me.
We came together in the center and turned our backs to one another.
"Ten steps?"
"Ten steps." I reaffirmed.
I felt bad doing this to her, but I'm trying to channel the same hatred I expressed in the video where I declared the "fight". I couldn't go easy on her, I just had to do my worst and hope the aftermath isn't a painful cleanup. Luckily I waited until the end of the day to pull the stunt so we could go back to the hotel almost immediately afterwords.
"One" she called out and we both took a step.
"Two" I called back and we repeated the process. Eventually, the crowd began chant the numbers for us.
"Nine!" The crowd roared. My heart was pounding, I felt terrible, but shit bitch it was going to be funny to watch afterwords.
"Ten!" I spun and around and quickly felt the spray from her gun hit me, I flashed her a smirk. Her face drained of color in remorse, I could read the obvious regret on her face. Although I remained cocky on the outside, I couldn't help but wish I spent five minutes to find an alternative to this.
I pulled the trigger of my gun, sending a steady stream of lukewarm sticky, smelly fluid directly onto her torso. It didn't take her long to realize she wasn't being shot at by solely water.
The smell must have drifted into her nose and she let out a blood curdling scream, trying to block the onslaught. The crowd erupted into fits of laughter and cheers. They could tell by the puddles of brown muddy water that her screams were well justified.
I let out maniacal raspy frank laughs as the water poured out of the nozzle.
"Never trust a guy named Filthy Frank you dumb bitch!"
By the time the chamber was empty she was on the ground in a ball, trying to block out the feeling of sticky urine.
When she realized I stopped spraying her she popped her head up from her compact ball state, and sprang up to her shaking feet.
"George what the fuck! That's disgusting!" I could see the tears forming on the brink of her eyes.
"Seriously! That was-" she cut herself off short and choked on her words, the more she examined would she was covered in the more color drained from her face. She gagged and momentarily sprinted away to the nearest trash can and emptied her own vile into it. She stumbled back to me, and looked me in the eyes.
"I was really starting to like you" She ran off to Katt and she stormed off, bounding back to the hotel, with Katt in pursuit.
"It's just a prank, bro" I called back.
"Well everyone! That fucking bitch is gone!" I called in my frank voice, trying to cover up the regret that had washed over me.
The crowd laughed and cheered and I was confronted by many. Some asking why I did it, some asking what was in the water gun, some asking how I felt afterwards. Throughout the entirety of it, I felt the gnawing guilt at the back of my head.
I couldn't wait for the shit storm for when I got back. I took a gamble and I may have lost.