|Run Away With Me| (A Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Chapter 35

Okay, so, quick A/n. I was in a angry mood yesterday and I have no idea why. But reading back on what I wrote, it seemed okay, other than the fact I made 'you' have a few 'outbursts'. It also carries on into the next chapter, but I'm just gonna leave it, you guys might enjoy it, idk, but on with the story!!!

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Your POV

I had texted Mark, causing him to glance down at his phone that chimed, then over to me. I sat my phone down on the table, my smirk still present. He sighed and picked up his phone, then a shy smile flashed for a second until he replaced it with a smirk.

I wrote my number on the menu.

Now they have to replace the menu, you idiot.

So what? She had my number now, that's all that matters.

What if she's crazy? What if she was a crazy ass fan that held back the fan girl side of herself so she could take your order? What if she posts your number on the internet?

I don't give a fuck, she still had my number. Once she gets it and texts me, I'll tell her I'm going to change it if it does end up on the internet.

If you text her from your new number, she'll have it again, with a new possibility of posting that one too.

Okay, I might've fucked up, but she didn't act like she knew us. I mean, we're like a main attraction right now. Four famous/semi-famous YouTubers sitting at one table is a fan girls dream. I'm surprised that there was only that many people that knew us here when we showed up.

Okay, whatever. She might not have been a fan, but still. Your number could still end up on the internet.

Fuck it, YOLO!

You're so stupid.

I laughed and sat my phone down, Mark also laughing softly as he sat his down. The waitress soon came out with our food, setting it on the table with the name, whoever ordered what grabbed it when she set it down. When she started to walk away, she slyly slipped a piece of paper beside Marks plate, making him smile.

I glanced over to Romana, seeing her taking a picture of her food. '...What the fuck?' I shook my head, stabbing a piece of food with my fork. She suddenly looked up at me, a concerned look on her face.

"That looked so pretty! You could've took a picture and posted it on Instagram!" She said, flopping her hand around.

"Um, no. That's retarded." I simply said and took a bite, hearing snickers from the three guys.

Her face started to scrunch up in what looked like anger. "I don't think it's... retarded. I think it's a great idea." She tried mocking my voice, failing horribly.

"Why? All you're doing is taking a picture of food. That's it. It's completely pointless. Now, shut the fuck up and eat." I laughed the last part of my sentence, but the laughter was fake.

My phone suddenly chimed, so I grabbed it.

You don't like her do you?

I looked over at Mark and shook my head. He laughed and took a bite of his food. We all ate, part of the silence comfortable, the other awkward, with a sliver of hatred in the mix.

I could feel Romana's glare as I ate happily, not caring one bit that she didn't like me, mostly because I didn't like her. I don't know why I didn't like her, but I don't. It's something about her that I don't like. Maybe it's the snobby, used-to-bully-unpopular-kids tone of her voice. Maybe it's her gold-digger appearance. Maybe it's the way she curls her nose up at a joke everyone else laughs at. Maybe it's the long glance she just took at Jack with a longing look in her eyes. 'Wait, what? The fuck does she think she's doing?'