His Nerd (Markiplier X Fem!Jacksepticeye)

Trying To Keep Distance

(Jackie's POV) 

Mark and I agreed that I'd keep distance between myself an' John. The next day, we split, goin' to our classes. 
As I was gettin' my math books out of my locker, I was pushed into it, knockin' all tha' books out of my locker. John was above me and slammed my locker shut. He smiled deviously. 

"What're you gonna do now that Mark isn't here, huh?" 

He did scare me, but I couldn't let it show. I got up and tried to run, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back. 

"You're not going anywhere but with me..." 

He dragged me to tha' bathroom and I knew where this was goin'. I tried my best tuh' stop him, but it was useless. Mark was right about what he said last night. I couldn't handle meself, even with it bein' just John...
He took me inside, and there was no one in there, 'er so I thought. John didn't see it, but I saw a pair of shoes. To be exact, Marzia's. Marzia and her boyfriend, Felix, were two of my only friends before meetin' Mark, and we've been friends fer three years.
She stayed put, knowin' it was me. I saw her peek out of tha' stall really quickly, and I made an eye movement fer her tuh' run and get help. She bolted out of tha' door, with John followin' close behind.
Before he had left, he had beat the livin' shit out of me so I could barely move. I pulled out my phone and texted Mark. 

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Markimoo~❤:

Ur supposed to be in class. Where are u? 

Me: 
I need help. I'm in the bathroom on the English hall. I can't move. Get Minx and Signe. 

Markimoo~❤: 
What?! Why!? 
...
I'm coming now. Hold on. 
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I waited fer about two minutes, then I heard tha' bathroom door open. Unfortunately, it wasn't Mark. It was John. He had Marzia, who was now hurt. Felix would probably beat his ass fer this.

"This is what you get for staying in here, nerd," John growled. 

He threw Marzia to tha' floor. I gasped, but was now pissed. I used the rest of tha' strength I had tuh' get up and punch tha' hell outta John. He spat out a tooth. He gave me a death glare. I was so fucked. 

(Mark's POV) 

Once I got that text from Jackie, I raced out of the gym, not even telling the coach were I was going. I had to get Minx and Signe and get to Jackie before John hurt her. I ran into the English hall, and the girls and I darted to the bathroom. Once we got there, I saw something that made me want to kill John. 

He had beaten up both Felix and Jackie, and was now hurting Jack in a way I couldn't explain with words. I grabbed John and slammed him into the wall. 

"Now you've done it, Puckett," I growled. "I'm not being nice any more." 
"What are you gonna do, Fischbach," he smirked, pissing me off even more. 

I punched him square in the nose. 

"You wanna ask that again?" I began. 
"Fuck you," he growled at me. 

I dropped him, helped Marzia up, and got Jackie in my arms. She was out cold, bleeding, bruised, and in need of medical assistance. 

"If you ever come around Jackie again, I won't think twice about beating the shit out of you, Puckett," I said before racing to the nurse's office. 

Once there, she told me that she'll need to call Jackie's mom. I remembered Jackie didn't want her to know. 

"Wait!" I began. "Don't call her."
"What? Why?" she asked. "She needs to know about the bullying." 
"Look... She's got a lot on her chest, sure, but her mom has way more. Let me explain." 

And so, I told her about Jackie's brothers and Dad being at war, her bipolar sister, etc.. The nurse understood, but said she needed to be taken to the hospital for trauma care. I was fine with that, but I would stay with Jackie the entire time. No matter what. Besides, her mom would think that she's at my place anyway. 

At the hospital, the doctors told me she suffered a little nerve damage, had a broken nose and wrist, and head trauma. I felt so bad for not getting there sooner. I stayed there for about two days, until Jackie woke up. 

"Jackie! You're awake!!" I gasped. 

She didn't respond. I was confused. Guess she was taking in everything. Still... something seemed off. 

"Jackie, babe?" I began, kneeling down next to her bed. "You okay?" 

He just looked at me. 

"Who's Jackie? Where am I?" 

My heart skipped a beat. Oh dear God, please tell me she didn't lose her memory. 

"You're Jackie." 
"I am?" 
"Well, your real name is Seana, but you like to be called Jackie." 
"Why?" 
"You told me that it was a nickname growing up."
"What? I did? But... I don't even know you."