Snapped (Reader x Jeff)

The First

Tap, Tap, Tap. "Y/N. Stop daydreaming!" I snapped my head up and looked at the bitch in front of me. Mrs. Bane sighed angrily as she noticed my half empty paper. "You need to apply yourself more! I'm tired of missing assignments!" I swallowed the growl coming down my throat. "Yes Mrs. Bane." Too bad she couldn't see what I was imagining. Her death. I'm mentally exhausted and this close to running out of the room.  She's absolutely ridiculous with layering packets of work on us every night. I'm the only one who's having mental break downs because I don't understand and NO ONE IS HELPING. My pencil snapped in between my twitching fingers and I silently cursed. I stood and walked to the trash can, tossing the useless pencil in. Useless like me. I sat back down and rummaged for a new pencil. I started filling in what was written on the board. Before Mrs. Bane erased it. "Get the notes from someone else, later. We need to move on." Who am I supposed to get notes from?! The guy who spikes the ball at my face repeatedly in gym? Or the entire group of girls that butt their noses in my business? Or the boy who cringes looking at me!" I bit back the annoyed sigh. "Mhmm." "That's 'Yes Mrs. Bane.' Y/N." I tensed. "Yes, Mrs. Bane." My voice practically dripped venom. She narrowed her eyes but dropped it and turned back to the board.

The bell rang and I swung out the door before she could open her mouth to dismiss us. She's so dead. I'm -dead, serious. I snickered to myself. Then I remembered something. The field trip. She's one of the chaperones FUCK. I have to ride in a car with this she-demon! Alone! Cause, oh we just have to stop by the store. I'm going to jump out of the car. Like, literally, death is the best option. I'm going to- jump, to conclusions. Hoping the jump will kill me.

"Into the car Y/N." Mrs. Bane frowned at me. I sat in the back, behind her chair, so she couldn't look at me. She started the engine and after a couple minutes of driving she started lecturing me about missing work. I didn't listen until she mentioned my parents. "I'm sure you're not doing so well at home but that doesn't give you reason to slack-" "Excuse you?" She glared at me. "Don't interrupt me whi-" "What did you say about my home?" "I said that you may not get along well at home but-" I turned my head, no cars behind us. I looked in front of us. A large supply truck. I unbuckled. "Y/N what do you think you're do-" I reached forward and swung the steering wheel.

We swerved into the fence on the side of the road and we were immediately hit on the left. I moved to the right seat as Mrs. Bane was crushed into a flat piece of flesh. I buckled in as more cars pressed the side of the car closer to me. I paused, as the sides squeezed in closer I hummed myself to sleep.