Jake Paul Imagines

Lets Play Part Two (Highly Requested!)

"You didn't think I would miss out on a fight with Matt right? The boy who broke your heart." He whispered, as my Mum was in the doorway. I felt a spark inside me, my darker side. "Let's play." I whispered back.

We went up to my bedroom and he unpacked his things. We sat on the bed. "You sure you're okay? You seem shaken up." Jake said softly, running his fingers through my hair. "Yeah it was just hard to see him again, but I did and I'm so proud of myself." I said tearfully, he kissed my forehead a couple times, before interlacing our fingers together. "I'm so proud of you, I'm going to kill him." He said, kissing my neck. I looked up at him. "Promise?" I said tearfully. He wiped my eyes with his thumb. "I promise."

I walked to school the next week with my head held a little higher, Jake was waiting for me everyday by the gate and he made it crystal clear that he meant business.

It was Tuesday morning and Jake was walking me to school, we got to the gates and we stopped. He slid his arms around my waist as Matt and his 'crew' stopped a little ahead of us. He kissed me softly. "I'll see you later okay?" He smiled. "Yeah." I pouted. He held my hand and hugged me tightly. "Have a good day, don't let them get to you." He said quietly. He passed it into my hand and I slipped it into my pocket. "I won't." I said, kissing him again. I saw my girls and we started to walk into school. I turned back and Jake winked, before turning on his heel and walking away.

We got into first period, and Matt was in my class. It was in my pocket, but he looked sad. I couldn't be the person to make someone hurt more and feel more alone, because I know how it feels. How it feels to close off from the world. I took it out of my pocket, looked at it and slid it into my handbag. He sits in front of me, so I was used to staring at the back of his head. I felt quite guilty, because we'd made his life a living hell for the past week. Jake had beat him up, shouted at him, his friends were scared and wouldn't dare go up against Jake. "Mr.Willow and Miss.Y/L/N need to report to the counselors office." The courier read from a slip. Matt grabbed his bag, storming out the room and slammed the door behind him. I slid my things into my bag and stood up. Tears burned my eyes- I felt so guilty.

I sat down and his eyes were full of tears, he made eye contact with me, before quickly dropping them down to the floor. He clicked his knuckles and sniffed. He sat up again and I looked at him. The purple bruises around his eye, the split in his lip, his puffy, bloodshot eyes. "Come in." The counselor said. Nervously, I followed Matt inside-closing the door firmly behind me. Matt sat down and I pulled out the chair next to him. I sat down- spinning my rings around my finger and picking at the skin around my nails. "We have been told that there's been some animosity between you two." Mr. Degano started. "Care to explain?" He asked, I looked to Matt who was looking to his hands, which rested in his lap.

"We dated for a year and half. Matt cheated on me, broke my heart and I ended the relationship. I went to L.A on holiday and met Jake. We instantly clicked and 3 months after my breakup I was with Jake. We're in a long distance relationship and he came to surprise me- coincidentally Matt had just come back to town." I said, re living it all made me cry. He passed me a tissue and I padded my cheeks with it. "So Jake did this?" He asked Matt, who was suddenly engaged in the conversation. He looked at me, his eyes filled with tears as well. "No, I just got into a fight with this guy outside the shop." He said, I felt relief flood my brain. I wiped my eyes and was so thankful. "So Jake nor Y/N haven't threatened you in anyway? You don't feel concerned..." Matt cut him off. "No. It has nothing to do with either of them." Matt said wringing his hands under the table. "Okay, we were just concerned that's all. I hope everything really is okay?" Mr. Degano asked rhetorically, we both nodded. "Get back to class then and make sure you come if you need anything." 

Matt was first to bolt and was halfway back to class. "MATT." I called, he turned around slowly and I ran to catch up with him. "Why'd you lie back there?" I asked, biting down on my lip to stop the tears flowing. "Because I'm done. Done with you." He said, his eyes glossed over. Both of us were emotionally drained since Jake arrived. "You worship Jake, you adore Jake." He said sort of mimicking me. "You can't see what he's done." He said motioning to his injuries. "I can and I'm trying to tell you how sorry I am." I said holding his hand gently. He looked at my hand, before looking into my eyes. "He has changed you, you had gotten over that bitchy, horrible stage when you were with me. You overcame your dark side. He has dragged you a hundred steps back. You aren't the same person, I've been trying to tell you that I still love you. The old you would've sobbed, tell me you were sorry and that we could try again or at least be friends. You wouldn't have let someone beat me to a pulp, make me lose all my friends and push me into a dark, lonely corner. The old you would never make someone feel the way you had so many years ago." He said, a tear rolled down his cheek. I reached out to wipe it, but he moved back, dropping my hand. "Like I said, I still love you- the old you. But, I'm done trying with someone who could make someone feel that way." As he walked away, I'd never felt so sure in my life....that what I'd done was so wrong.