Split personality (JereMike)

Don't let them

*Jeremys PoV*

I shot up from my bed in a cold sweat, my lips quivered, my vision blurring as memories flashed through my head.

I cursed under my breath as tears flowed down my face, I wanted the memories to stop, to just go away.

My bedroom door opened and my mom walked in, a cup of Earl Grey tea in her hands, it was still steaming, she walked up beside me, a sad smile complimented her features, I wiped the tears away, but they flowed back.

My mom placed the cup on my bedside table, as she did she sat down beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, I leaned into her.

"Don't worry, Jeremy, he's gone, and he won't find us okay? He'll never enter our home again." I nodded and let the tears run freely down my cheeks, my mom grabbing my hand and squeezed it tightly, I squeezed it back.

"Now, you have to get ready for school, it's just a couple blocks away. I made you a cup of your favourite tea, so you need to get up now." I smiled, nodding as I climbed off the bed while my mom walked out of the room.

I walked over to my walk in closet, grabbing a light green sweatshirt crop top, a pair of three button-up short shorts that reached just below my belly button, and pastel green long thigh high socks that came with the garter belts.

I know, I know, I sound like a slutty gothic stereotype, and I'm fine with that, and for some reason my mom treats me like a daughter for that.

I smiled at myself in the mirror, feeling like a slut for some reason made me feel confident about my body, I grabbed a pastel green chocker and strapped it around my neck.

I took that cup of tea in my hands and sat on my bed, waving my legs back and forth since my legs were short, I sipped on the tea.

After awhile I looked at the clock and started to head downstairs with my bag, I slipped on my combat boots.

"Bye, mom-momma!" I shouted into the house, she peeked out from the living room, a smile on her face.

"Bye, baby! Don't let those men flirt with you!" I sighed with a smile and closed the door behind me.

I walked down the street in silence, I took out some twizzlers from my messenger bag, and chewed on them, grabbing my phone and put in an earbud.

I listened to Halsey

After maybe twenty minutes went by until the school came into my view, I grumbled to myself, but walked towards the school anyway.

I feel like something might happen today...

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*Mikes PoV*

I climbed off my bike and put down the stand, walking over to the picnic table that my friends sat around.

I took a seat beside Foxy, he had dark ginger hair, freckles and all that, he was blind in his right eye so he wore an eyepatch on it.

Vincent seemed to be talking about some new kid, so I butted in.

"What new kid?" I asked, placing my backpack down beside me.

"Her." I looked at where Vincent and Fritz were pointing at, and instantly my eyes landed upon that brunette boy from yesterday, but this time he was wearing...oh wow, he was wearing thigh high socks with the straps probably leading to his, uhh, underwear, he also wore booty shorts (again) and a crop top, or whatever those types of shirts are called, I mean, I hate to admit it but he looked better than a hot chick.

"That's my neighbour." I exclaimed, scratching my head in nervousness.

"Wait, really?" Fritz asked, looking back up at me, I nodded, looking away from the group.

"You should ask her to come to my party next week!" Chica spoke up, I looked at her, laughing at what she said, only because that kid wasn't a girl.

"What are you laughing at?" Chica huffed, crossing her arms.

"He's not a she, that's a boy." I said, clutching my stomach, I guess that kid does look like a lady though.

"Oh," Chica tensed up, she probably wanted a hot chick to be her side bitch.

"Well, you should still invite him, I mean he is new here!" Bonnie interrupted, crossing his arms.

"I'm gonna go talk to him." Vincent stood up suddenly, then walked away, Scott stared after him, a heartbroken expression on his face.

"Don't worry I'll go after him, Scott." I grumbled, pushing myself up from my spot and took my bag with me, I went and followed Vincent.

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*Jeremys PoV*

As I walked through the school hallways all the girls looked at me, whispering.
The guys stared at me in shock, I felt that all the attention was unnecessary, but also overjoyed with the popularity.

I mean, maybe I look like a female?

I walked over to my locker, putting in my combo, I opened it and threw my useless reading books in there, as I closed it a black haired male stood there beside me, I squeaked at his sudden appearance, he smirked at me, his long black hair was put into a loose ponytail.

"Hey there, hottie." I bit my lip and started to take slow step-steps back, as I did that he took steps forward.

I remembered what my momma said to me before I left for school this morning, don't let these men flirt with me, I'm still innocent! I mean look at me, I still have a baby face! And- not to mention, I may look slutty but I haven't even had my first kiss!!

Oh god, please send an angel to help me in this situation, I begged god, trying to push the man away from me.

"Alright, that's enough, Vincent." A low voice interrupted, I sighed in relief as the man was pulled away by the back of his shirt, revealing another man standing there, he had a buzz cut, and a leather jacket over a white tank top, his jeans were teared up, he had pale skin and icy blue eyes, and god he looked like a god, it made my knees weak.

Thank you, god, for the handsome angel.

"What? I was just having fun." I glared up at the raven haired man, walking passed him and behind my saviour, my arms crossed as I leaned my weight on one leg.

"Thanks." I said more sassy than I thought intended, with that I walked off to my first class.

As I walked away I heard the two men argue with one another.

I smiled contently to myself, I knew today would be unpredictable.