His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

✿Chapter 3: Drastic Dream✿

You walked into the hallway; hearing the girls laugh whilst Anna and Lynda tried to call you back. But you didn't feel like eating after the awkwardness at the table. Jon seemed like a nice guy, really, he did. However, you'd only get in the way if you agreed to his invitation. Besides, it didn't feel like the others wanted you there. You were about to walk up the stairs when a hand grasped your wrist, your body stopping in surprise. Who...? You turned around and felt even more embarrassed. It was Jon. Why...Why would he come after you?

"You should really learn to ignore them. They're just being petty because I won't go out with them." Jon grinned. His mop of messy blonde hair and bedazzling blue eyes struck you as handsome - knowing he was way above your league. He...He could be some kind of supermodel. You snapped out of your thoughts and tried to stay in the present, slightly nervous.

"O-Oh...I see. Right. Um...you really didn't have to come after me." You stumbled over your words and blushed, feeling bashful.

"Well, I couldn't let things stay like that. Besides, I think it'll be fun if you come. You don't even have to hang out with us if you don't want to. Four-eyes mentioned that you don't go out much, so it'll be an opportunity, right?" Jon tried to convince you in a lighthearted manner, his face twisting into an earnest expression.

"Yeah but...I don't think the other girls want me to go. I'd just get in the way." You smiled and shyly put your hands up, wanting to let him down gently.

"It's not about what those girls want. It's about what you want (Y/n). Don't let Kathy and Stephanie push you around! If you want to go, then go." Lynda walked into the hallway and gave you some sharp advice, being nice for once.

"And I've heard Crystal Lake is a beautiful place, it'd be a shame not to visit the campsite." Anna appeared next to her and sent you a sweet smile - wanting to support you.

"There's a few kids coming from school too -some of my mates. I'm sure one of them will pay attention to you if those bimbos won't. So how 'bout it?" Jon tried once again to get you to come - smiling wickedly when Lynda told him off for using the word bimbos.

"W-Well...I guess I'll tag along." You timidly agreed.

"Great! We're leaving at eleven, so you'd better be ready by then." Jon's smile widened as he playfully punched your shoulder, shoving his hands into his pockets before sauntering off.

"Looks like you finally have plans." Anna pointed out, pleased.

"Proud of ya, kid." Lynda added lightly.

"Thanks." You rubbed your arm as you grew shier, both of them noticing.

"Well I've got to make sure everyone's behaving themselves at the table, see you later (Y/n)." Anna waved and then left, leaving you alone with Lynda. Oh boy-

"Look, (Y/n). I...I need to talk to you." She looked awkward; tapping her red nails against her elbows as she tried to keep her composure.

"Me? Did I do something wrong?" You shifted from foot-to-foot, feeling anxious.

"No, no! I...I'm sorry for overreacting earlier. I was just so afraid! The streets are a dangerous place to live and I didn't want a talented girl such as yourself to be targeted by random, twisted individuals." Lynda blurted out in shame - your eyes widening at her sentence. So Anna was right, she really was worried about you.

"I-It's okay, I promise I won't run away." You patted her shoulder as a means of comfort and Lynda smiled, looking relieved.

"I know it's tough for you, dealing with those girls and not knowing your parents like the other kids do. But just...hang in there, life will get better." She held your hands in hers and squeezed them, trying to comfort you in her own way.

"Thank you Lynda. I guess I'd better go get ready for tomorrow now, aha." You felt happier after her and Anna's support, letting go of her hands and sending her a soft smile.

"You sure you don't want to come back and eat?" Lynda pressed - concerned for your health.

"I'm fine, I'll grab something later. See you later, Lynda." You shook your head ruefully and then left her downstairs, walking towards your room.

Going on a camping trip with the other teenagers tomorrow...what had you gotten yourself into? You pushed open your door and shut it behind you, hauling your suitcase from the top of the wardrobe as you went to prepare. You'd need clothes, books, snacks, pjs and other necessities. Your sketchbook and pencils were a priority one, but you'd pack them in tomorrow morning - wanting to sketch just a little bit more tonight. And that's just what you did; flicking your lamp on and drawing in the dimly-lit dark. Most of the kids was asleep, but you didn't feel tired yet.

Your stomach grumbled at your lack of food and you sighed, setting your pencil down. You did promise you'd grab something to eat, and it was almost twelve. You took your dressing gown and wrapped it around your body, tying the fluffy ends into a knot. At least now you wouldn't grow cold. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you pulled the handle back and left your room - being extremely quiet. Lynda would be angry at how you were still awake, and how you hadn't eaten yet. You pushed your finger against the light-switch of the kitchen and moved towards one of the cupboards, intending to just grab a cereal bar or something.

"You're going to Camp Crystal Lake tomorrow, right?" You jumped at the sound of someone's voice; accidentally bashing your head against the cupboard's door. Ouch.

Your turned your head and saw a little girl holding a teddy bear, her thumb halfway in her mouth. "U-Um yeah...I am..." You stuttered.

"That's where my mama and papa died. It was in the papers and everything. Kathy told me a killer lives there." The small child announced in a monotone voice, clutching her toy and cuddling it close to her chest.

"I'm sure Kathy was just...pulling your leg." You tried your best to be comforting, flashing her a very sheepish smile.

"That's what Nana and Lili told me. But what if you don't come back? What then? Do you have anyone that will miss you?" She asked emotionlessly - tilting her head and creeping you out. You guessed 'Nana' was Anna and 'Lili' was Lynda, but the little girl's tone was so empty it scared you.

"No...Not really." You mumbled.

"I see. I'm sorry. You must be very sad." The girl lowered her gaze and looked slightly ashamed, her eyes striking you as pretty.

"I-I'm not sad! See? I'm smiling. What's your name anyway?" You wanted to cheer her up, not being able to bear seeing a child look so lonely.

"My name doesn't matter." She flatly answered - her hair wafting around her shoulders and making her look like a dainty porcelain doll.

"Oh...well I'm sure it's a beautiful name, whatever it is-"

"You are sad. I can...I can see it. You try to hide it, but it doesn't work on me." You were taken aback by her serious words, frozen to the spot.

"People told me that lake was cursed. Don't go...you'll die there. Evil spirits roam that land." She warned coldly.

"I uh...I don't think that's-"

"It's cursed! It's cursed! Don't go, don't you dare go!" The girl threw her teddy bear to the side and lunged at you, her hands flying to your throat.

"Get off me!" You yelped in fear, grasping her shoulders and trying to pry her off.

"He's coming for you. The curse will kick in. Stay away. STAY AWAY!" She screamed in your face; digging her nails into your soft skin.

You yelled in terror and sat up straight, your face having lines from the desk and your hair ruffled up. A dream...just a dream. You were used to nightmares, but not ones like...like that. This one was some sort of premonition, a type of dangerous foreshadowing that you couldn't ignore. Chills were creeping down your spine - the small hairs on your arms standing up and prickling uncomfortably. Glancing at the time, you saw it was 10:52; making you stand up sharply. You were going to be late! But did you really want to go...?