Outcast (A JTK x Reader)

Chapter 14

(Aaaay, it's finally here. Sorry for the wait. Sometimes I wanna murder school. The problem is that it's not a physical body, heh.)

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I turned around, sighing.

"What do you want, Jeff?"

Jeff kind of coughed as he said it:

"I'm sorry."

My eyes almost rolled to the backs of their sockets. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." I turned to grab the doorknob to my room. Slamming the door shut, I sunk into the soft mattress and fell asleep within a second.

The next morning as I opened my door to Jeff, yet again. Frowning, I tried to push past his tall figure A hand gripped my arm. "Wait," he said. After giving a grunt of detest, I found myself stopping and turning to meet his colorless, black pupils. "I need to know if you forgive me."

"Jeff, it wasn't like you only kissed me-..." I stopped myself, blushing at the thought. I'm sure Jeff saw, but he didn't say anything about it, "I....I know....Please....." There was a slight concern in his voice. The slight feeling of heat creeping up into my cheeks brought itself upon me. Did he really care about my forgiveness that much?

"......."

"Unless you don't wanna pass the test and die....I'm still responsible for training you"

"Fine....I forgive you." I huffed hesitantly, "I swear though if you ever try anything like that again..."

He looked down. His hair swinging over his eyes and shielding them from my sight.

"Let's just train already..." I groaned

Jeff nodded and together, we walked out of the mansion, to the field.

Training went not as planned. I was a bit rusty having spent a week without practice. In fact, it reminded me of what training was like when I had first gotten here; Cuts, bruises, and one pissed off Jeff.

"You suck." he yawned, not one nick on him. I scoffed and took out my sword, "It's your fault.' I wasn't so hot on shooting guns anymore, but I had been training my ass off by myself with the blade.

"Oh~" he smirked, "You wanna fight me?~" I was a bit unsure, but even when my face showed hesitance, I nodded. A deep chuckle erupted from the killer's throat and I tried not to bite my lip. God...I hated to admit it, but sometimes he could be straight up sexy......even when I was scared of him. FUCKING STOP, I thought. I shook my blushing face, trying to get it together.

With my blade pointing at him, he looked defenseless. But, I knew better than to be confident when up against him. He had taken down an entire police squad by himself before...or at least escaped them. I never underestimated his experience. Afterall, he had been doing this for years.

Without warning, he came at me. Shit, I was gonna piss my pants. I dodged out of the way, but it wasn't long before I felt a slight sting right below my chest. I knew he had gotten me with his knife. That goddamn kitchen knife. He had had that thing for years. It was getting kinda dull. Maybe I would buy him a new one...just as a gift....if, I survived.

The small cut barely hurt, but it was enough to lower my confidence as if it wasn't already low enough. I cringed but didn't keep my eyes off of Jeff. I couldn't lose this due to losing sight of him. That would be just plain humiliating. I turned in time to see him about to swing his knife down on my head. Reflex kicked in and the clash of our blades was soon heard. It was hard not to smile. Confidence slowly flooding my mind again. I took a deep breath. You can do this. My eyes caught a glimpse of a smirk on his face too as if he was just as excited as I was. The killer brutally pulled back, only to bring it down upon my blade again. This continued for a while. I knew he was trying to wear me out. As my body grew used to firmly holding the sword above my head and feeling the pressure of Jeff's knife collide with it, I tried frantically to think of a way to pin him down. I soon found a way when he went in for another swing. As soon as his arms were up, I quickly kicked his stomach hard, afraid that the looming blade above my head would come down too soon. I heard a grunt and didn't waste time to get on top of him. My cheeks started to flare again, realizing our position, but I ignored it and brought my blade to his throat. I couldn't help but giggle. I tried to stop it, but the giggles just kept coming out. I knew this was really unprofessional, but at least Jeff was only a couple years older than me. Surely he would understand. The tint in my cheeks only grew brighter as he too began to laugh. The feeling in my face soon traveled to my chest. I could feel my heartbeat. By now, my smile was almost as wide as Jeff's. His grin spread even wider once he began laughing.

His laughter soon turned into a cackle. I began to feel wrong. I looked into his eyes, fear clear in my eyes. Bulging eyes with small pupils stared back, the pink in the rims of his sclera becoming more noticeable. His face slowly turned into a sadistic, crazed expression. A sharp pain soon invaded my back area. I cried out, falling on my side. SHIT. I didn't think he would actually stab me.

"You forgot to pin my hands down. I was still holding the knife, remember?" He said casually as if I wasn't lying on the ground, bleeding. All I could do was moan in pain and wince. Jeff saw me, still writhing in pain on the ground and his expression changed into a somewhat angry one. "Oh tough it out!" he spat, "I don't have time for all this drama. The others get injured all the time. They just stand right back up. Seriously, (Y/N). I thought you'd be used to this treatment by now..." Jeff crossed his arms.

As soon as he saw I wasn't budging, he began to ask with a little more confusion, "(Y/N)?"

No response.

"(Y/N).....you can stop it now.. *grumbles*"

Still nothing.

"(Y-Y/N), this isn't funny...hehe.."

"....."

"..................FUUUUUUUCK."

I felt rough leathery arms pick up, but drop my fragile body. "God, you're fucking heavy, fatass!" It ended up with me draping my arm around his shoulders. "I-I'm ok.." I grunted, trying to clutch my open wound. " Well, that's good to know..." he said with dry sarcasm, trying to hide his concern. And with that, we slowly, and awkwardly, made our way to the mansion, stumbling over each other's feet every once in a while.

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The door creaked open and Jeff rushed me upstairs, ignoring the weird and worried looks people gave us as we made our way past. Soon, a furious Laughing Jack came bolting right at us. "JEFFREY, YOU NAUGHTY BOY, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FRIEND??!!?" I watched as the clown's heavy footsteps stomped over puddles of my own blood trail. "Ooh god, not the emo clown fucker." the killer groaned, speeding up is pace and tightening his grip on me. Laughing Jack's bulky figure was quite intimidating, not to mention his ridiculously long arms and claws. My gut even tingled in fear, even though Laughing Jack's anger was directed towards Jeff.

Jeff swiftly raced us to his room and threw me on the bed, gaining an "Ouch!" from me when I landed on my gash. I heard the door slam shut and looked up as Jeff locked the door. Not long after, the sound of a loud BANG caused me to jump, signaling Laughing Jack's presence behind the wooden door. Surprisingly, we heard nothing else from the clown.

Jeff let out a huge, relieved sigh. I was slightly embarrassed to be in his room. On his bed....I heard his heavy breathing as he went into the other room to grab something.

Ok, (Y/N)....don't freak out. Even if you're in his fucking bedroom.

He came back with a first aid kit and a chair. "Sit." he grunted and I did as I was told, sitting in the chair. He sat on the side of his bed where my back was facing him.

Suddenly I felt the rims of my shirt being pulled up. I swerved around before you could say, "Fizzlejizz."

"What are you doing??" I asked frantically, instantly pulling my shirt back down. "I'm gonna stitch you up." he groaned. Wait...not only was he gonna see my naked back, but also put a NEEDLE in me?? I bit my lip and shook my head, still clutching the rims of my shirt tightly. "C'mon.....stop making this harder..." he sighed. "Mph!" I grunted in resistance. "Take your fucking shirt off!" he growled, yanking up my shirt, exposing my bra-clasp. I squealed in surprise and embarrassment. Not long after, endless pain followed. The alcohol being rubbed on my wound didn't help.

Eventually, it was over and I was so exhausted from digging my nails into the wooden chair, leaving scratch marks.

Jeff scratched the back of his head, "I-I'm kinda skeptical that the hallway is clear....you should sleep here tonight." "Alright..." I shakily said. "You should get the bed." the killer coughed. "I blushed but obliged. Pulling the covers over my shoulders, I couldn't help but sniff the sheets. Eeeheehee~ I froze when I felt Jeff get in next to me. I thought he would get a mattress or something. Whatever...I was too sleepy to object. I let myself settle into the covers, enjoying his presence beside me.