GAME OVER (Jeremy X Reader)

Chapter 23: Pass The Test

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Reader's Point Of View

Two and a half Weeks Later...

I had been trapped, locked away inside myself for a little over two weeks at this point in time.

Jeremy and Michael couldn't tell that I wasn't myself. 

Rich, Oliver, and Vanessa hadn't noticed.

And Derek... Poor Derek was somewhere far away, waiting to be called on.

This entire time I'd been screaming and crying, begging for Jeremy to save me and realize what's really going on. I didn't know what the SQUIP's plan was, but whatever it is, I had a feeling it was going to happen soon.

The longer I was confined, the more torturous it became.

No one could hear me.

The only one who heard me was the SQUIP and all he did was make me feel bad about myself.

He knew how to get under my skin and hurt me. He knew exactly what buttons to push.

I just wanted everything to go back to normal, but I was learning that that may never happen.

I was helpless. All I could was wait and hope the SQUIP would make a slip-up and someone would notice that it's not actually me.

And two and a half weeks in, he fucked up...

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Jeremy and I were lying in bed. He had his laptop out and we were watching Netflix. I was leaning against his bare chest, comfortably.

"Hey Jeremy?"

"Hmm?"

"I know that Michael is like one of our best friends, but I'd like to spend more alone time with you. Rather than it being the three of us." I said.

"But we hardly see him as it is anymore. I don't understand. Why don't you want to hang out with Michael?"

Truthfully it's because he annoyed the fuck out of me and all he did was make my time with Jeremy harder. 

Michael could always pull Jeremy back to the moral high ground, no matter what the case may be. 

That nightmare in a hoodie had been making it difficult for me to execute what I had had planned.

I then realized that Y/N would never say anything like that.

"Just forget I said anything." I tried to push the topic away.

"Wait, no. Just tell me." 

"Jeremy. Please. Let's just move on. I didn't mean to say it the way I did."

"How did you mean to say it?"

"I don't know." I was becoming exasperated. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just feeling kind of out of it today and I didn't get enough sleep, and just... Yeah..." I said, hoping that that would get him to drop the topic.