Antidote (Jacksepticeye x reader)

Chapter 53

It was the day of the well awaited talent show that almost everyone wanted to be apart of, but only a few people passed the auditions. I didn't sign up for anything. Why? Probably because I have no talent to display, but I still get to make shitty jokes with Felix as the MC's. Everyone was practicing their parts, making sure that everything is ready for tonight.

"Alright," I started, brushing some of my (H/C) hair that was in my eyes, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt, "you wanna go through it again? From the top?" I took the pile of paper lying on the ground, flipping through it to get to the from of the page.

"Yeah..." Felix sighed, running his hands through his dirty blond hair. Something wasn't right. He was avoiding eye contact with me, and by the way his tongue rested against his cheek, he was eirther mad, fustrated, or overwhelmed by something. If we're lucky, it would be all three. I didn't bother to ask questions since I would eventually know later. But if his mood right now is going to affect the way the talent show is going to be presented later tonight and while we're getting ready, them I might have to step in.

"Alright, from the top." I said, reading over my lines as Felix spoke first. But unfortunately, he didn't speak. I looked up from the paper to see him angrily staring at him papers.

"Felix," I apparently snapped him out of his little headspace, and his head instantly shot my way, "from the top." I pointed to my paper. He rolled my eyes, throwing his paper aside and getting up from the ground. Violently shoving his hands into his back pockets, he clicked his tounge, stormed down the hallway and out of the school.

"Felix, I really don't have time for this..." I mumbled, getting up from the floor and jogging to catch up to him. Once I reached outside, the boy in distress was nowhere to be seen. Even after calling out for him three times, there was no sign of him. He left school property. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. What the hell happened this time?

I pulled out my phone, instantly dialing his number since it's the only thing I could do now. Of course, he didn't pick up. Even after three attempts, my calls only went straight to voicemail.

"Shit..." I shoved my phone in my pocket, pacing around the school in fustration. How could he just walk out like that, for no reason, on the day of the talent show, that we prepared a lot for? I thought he really wanted this, just how much I wanted it, but I guess his feelings got the best of him.

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Closing my locker, I put the money I saved for lunch in my pocket, running to catch up with everyone else. Sliding right in between Signe and Wade, I wrapped my arm around the dark brown haired girl's arm, which (apperently) caused her to jump. Her head was down, her wavy hair covering her whole face, and she didn't speak a word since we left class.

"You alright, Signe?" I asked, looking at her. The girl beside me hesitated to answer, but once she shook her head yes, she didn't look up at me once. I stopped in my tracks, and watched as everyone walked ahead of us, only so I could speak to her one on one.

"Are you sure? You look as if something's bothering you."

"I'm fine, (Y/N)." She flicked her head back, brushing her hair away from her eyes and flashing me a smile. I couldn't decipher if it was real or forced, so I just brushed her off, still looking around for my beat friend.

Letting go of Signe, I briefly entered the cafeteria, scanning for Felix, but he wasn't there. Looking down the hallway, the missing dirty blond was no where to be seen. I left the bulding, walking to the back and going to the bleachers, where he was, sitting at the top row. I could only see the top of his head. I walked to him, placing my hand on his back and rubbing in circles as I heard him sniffle beneath me. His body violently shook as he slowly rose.

"Felix, what's wrong?" The tone in my voice changed completely as I was faced with a puffy faced Felix. Red and glossy eyes, puffed up cheeks and darker lips that were pushed out. He had to be crying his heart out to look like this. Now me, as his best friend, can only do so much as to listen to his situation.

"I-" He was stopped by a cough cutting his words. Which were followed with sobs that came straight from the heart. Oh God, it's more serious than I thought.

"M-Marzia, she le-left." He finally pulled himself together, so I thought, until he bursted into another fit of tears. It physically hurt me to see him like this. A man who's always so postive, so happy, now in a puddle of his own tears and sobs, completely heartbroken and shattered.

"Come on," I patted his back once more, feeling him violently spasm underneath me. I put two fingers under his chin, lifting his head to look at me. I felt my heart stop once I looked in his glossy eyes. They were filled with regret, sadness and despair. I used my thumb to wipe away some tears that were felt on his cheek, pulling him close and making sure his head was on my shoulders softly.

"Don't put yourself down for some lie that you know isn't true," I started, "if Marzia truly wants to be with you, she should believe you, not some rumor who knows started. If she really loved you, she would still be right beside you. But I guess things are much different that you predicted, no?" He nodded, wiping away some tears with the sleeve of his sweater.

"B-but Marzia was e-everything that I wanted. I-" he coughed, "I don't th-think I could fine a-another person like her."

"That's because you don't need to. You can find someone better," I replied, "don't get me wrong, I love Marzia to the moon and back, but that was a very idiotic move to leave you on her behalf. I know very little about relationships, but I know that it's best you at least try to find someone better than her. Someone who won't leave you for some shitty lie."

"You s-ure?"

"Trust and belive me. Now," I got up from the bleachers, walking to the bottom and waiting for him to follow me.

"Fries?" He sighed, raised his head, and nodded, his eyes still very red and puffed up. Poor boy. I literally don't know if I fucked him over or not.

(Don't ask why it took me four days to make this. Procrastination is a bitch)

(Edit: so I'm re-reading you break me, and I'm at the part where they're at the banquet hall and (Y/N) and Mark are having a few drinks. As I look at the comments saying "nuuu mark u finna dieee", there was this one comment that made me question humanity. It said, "he can't drink cuz he's Korean" That's literally the comment word for word and I'm like "N-no that not how that shit works")