Antidote (Jacksepticeye x reader)

Chapter 26

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V*

I sighed, regaining the cool that was once lost. I don't know what came over me, calling my best friend, the man who literally loves every good and ill part of me (I guess not now), an attention whore? Legit, how stupid could I be? For that, I should just hit my head with a big ol' frying pan for being that idiotic. I know I should apologize, I really should, but then again, it's his falut for not talking to me at all and getting jealous of Jackson. It's only common sense that I'd spend more time with someone who I haven't seen in a long time.

I got up from my seat, a bench near the park, and walked back to school, knowing very well that I missed a class, almost entirely unintentionally. I made sure that no one see me entering the school at this time while I grabbed my things for Science, and walked down to class, sneaking in and going to an empty seat at the back.

"(Y/N). Where have you been?" Shit, she saw me. I thought as I shakes my head so the hairs in my eyes could move away.

"The washroom miss." I repiled, putting my head down to work on what homework was assigned.

"For nearly fourty minutes?"

"I'm a girl, remember?" I winked at her, as she looked at me, confusion written all over her face. After taking fifteen seconds to realize what I meant, she only turned her head to face the student she was talking to before I entered the class. Period excuses, they get you out of any situation.

------Time Skip brought to you by me not having any memes today, my meme bank is empty kids, come back next chapter-----

After putting away my dirty, sweat filled P.E clothes in a plastic bag and into my locker, I grabbed a small note that was hanging out of my locker. It was a new recipe for Home Ec that I made up on my free time (which note, I have a lot of, but don't spend it wisely. I usually spend it on procrastinating) and I think the awfully strict teacher would enjoy.

"Where have you been the first half of the afternoon?" A voice scared me as I closed, more like slammed, my locker door. Behind the blue metal door was a fimilliar girl with long brown hair and a slender body, also known as Marzia.

"Hello to you too Marzia." I repiled as we walked down to our class, "and I took a small breather outside after going off on your boyfriend. I still have to apologize to him though." I said, a little bit of sorrow in my voice. I never meant to yell at him like that, and now when I think of it, I feel like a horrible person (which I am, it's no secret to anyone in this school).

"Uh, h-hi guys." A petite person ran to the side of me, and it's not a suprise that it's Signe.

"Hey. You alright?" I asked as she had her head held down. "Look up at me." She unwillingly raised her head to look at me and my gosh, she looked like she was dying of a high fever. Her face was so red, it was hard to recognize that it was Signe.

"Jesus, are you sick?" I placed my hand on her forehead, but suprisingly, it was not hot. So there's only one more reason why she's so red. And I know exactly what that reason is, which is why a big smirk appered on my face. "Or do you just a crush on someone?" Even Marzia knew where I was going with this, which is why a big grin was forming on her face.

"Who's the lucky guy?"

"What does he look like?"

"Do we know him?" Marzia and I spat out question at like a hundred questions per second. It's always interesting to know who's your best friend's crush is. And it's fun to embarrass them.

"I-it's-" Signe was gonna comment until a fimilliar muscular boy came up with his hand in the air.

"(Y/N), nice game today. That screen you did was nasty!" Mark asked and I high-five him with a smile, remembering that deadly screen I did during P.E which lead up to Mark's successful and one while going against another team of five.

"I know, few more of those in a real match and we'd be taking home a trophy." I repiled, stroking my ego more and more as if it's needs more stroking. We let go of hands to went our ways until I realized that Signe left, well, she hid behind me as I was talking to Mark.

"Signe- what are you doing?" I tried to grab her as she held on to my shirt. Her hands were above her head, and she looked down, avoiding any and all eye contact. Putting two and two together, my smile only turned into a grin, and a big one.

"Don't tell me you like Mark, do you?" I asked, pulling the girl so she could stand beside me instead of behind me. We walked into the class and walked to the back to three empty seats.

"It's c-complicated," she finally spoke, still having her head down and having her short, curly, dark brown hair cover her flustered face, "I-I-I don't k-now how to e-explain it," aww, the poor thing doesn't know how to confess to Mark....well if she's looking my way, she's looking at the wrong person because everyone and thier mother knows I know fuck all on how to profess your love to someone.

"Take it slowly-" Marzia started, but the bell rudely interrupted her. The teacher entered the class with a big binder in her hand, placing the binder on her desk and streching as if her back was curved.

"Afternoon class, and welcome back (L/N), long time no see." The teacher started, looking over at me. I shot finger guns at her, wiggling my eyebrows as I contiuned to listen on what she had to say, "had a nice stay in prison?" I nodded.

"Comfy like home, if I do say so myself." I hit her with my sarcasm once again. My sarcasm is so normal around the school, I use it with everyone and it's like they're all my friends, pretty cool if you ask me.

"Nice to know. Now, since our little drama queen is back," I sticked out my tounge in a playful manner, "we'll do something that she seems to succeed in easily, and a little refresher for (L/N). You are to make a dessert in under the sixty minute, once sixty minutes are up, you know the drill, I'll taste it and see if you actually wasted a good sixty minutes or not. And your time starts now." The teacher finshed off quickly, walking to her desk and giving us more time that usual. Suprised, all of us moved, even though we were given little information to expand. Well, I'm not talking for myself since I could ace this in one take, I'm just predicting on what others are thinking. Rushing over to the fridge, I grabbed the nesssary things to make a simple cheesecake.

"You didn't finish telling us who you like Signe." I commented as I grabbed a whisk from the top drawer and started to stir cookie crumbs with melted butter.

"Please let it go, it's nothing anyways." She said, getting a plastic spatula from the same drawer I found my whisk in.

"Oh, so it's nothing that I shouldn't know who's gonna be touching up all your body at night? It's nothing that I shouldn't know who be treating you right?" She kissed her teeth at my push for more information.

"Fine," all of a sudden, Marzia, who was at the fridge, was right beside Signe, being all ears, "it's just that....I don't even know. It started at lunch, l-like, all of a sudden, I was feeling lonely and sad and-" her face started to get more red again.

"And, well, we were holding hands and he was dragging me out of the mall, and then I realized how d-dreamy his eyes are, and how p-perfect his hair falls o-over on his forehead and-" we cut her off by squeeling, overly fangirling like normal.

"Signe!" I said. "If you like him, just go up to him an-"

"HANSEN! BISOGNIN! (L/N)! You're talking a lot! Does that mean you're finished?!" The teacher cut me off. I picked up the bowl and whisk to show her I was still doing my work.

"Like I said, just go up to him and say "hey, I like you. You like me? Wanna do the frickle frackle together and have three kids?", or you want me to do it for you?" I asked, which made her blush even more than before.

"N-no! That's easier said than done (Y/N). And I don't want to ruin our friendship." She looked down at her bowl, stirring slowly.