Just my type | Jeff the killer x reader

Chapter 7

So all I have to do is kiss him, so what? That's not that much to do... Maybe.

"Jeff" I whisper. He turns his head around, looking my way. I take this chance. I place my hands on his cheeks and pulled him closer. I lean in, but suddenly fall back onto the bed.

He leans above me, intertwining his fingers with mine. "It's only fair if I take the first kiss between us" he whispers. The gap between us closes and his lips fall into mine.

Ok, I definitely like him.

We take a break to breathe, staring into each others eyes before Jeff clears his throat to speak."I know how you feel, I heard your confession when I was in a coma" he grins.

I turn my head away from him, blushing. How is that possible? Is he just bluffing?

He looks from my eyes down to my lips, leaning in once more. Our lips just inches apart, but instantly move farther away when we hear the door open.

Toby is looking at us, wide eyed. "O-oh I'm so s-sorry am I i-interupting something?" He ask, hiding an obvious smirk. I look up and see that Jeff still has me pinned down. "U-uh nope! Not at all!" I say, pushing myself up. And with that, we all spent more hours talking, but eventually spliting to our own rooms.

Timeskip

It was past midnight, one of those nights that makes it hard to sleep for me. I get up, but stop once a i hear noises from the kitchen. Everyone should be asleep...

I stumble down the stairs and into the kitchen. There I see Jeff chugging alcohol, with bottles of it around him. "Oh sup Y/N" he says, coming up to me while holding onto the counter.

"Jeff how much did you drink?" I ask. "Oh that doesn't matter" he says, taking another drink. "Come here" he hiccups, signaling me over. I hesitantly walk up to him, his arm extended out with a bottle in his hand. "Here, drink this" he hands the bottle to me.

"No thanks, I'm good." I decline. "What did you say?" Jeff ask, looking mad. "I said no, I'm good." He quickly takes the bottle from my hands, scoffing. "You don't say no to me, I could kill you any second" He chuckles.

I look at him with wide eyes. "Why would y-""Shut up" He cuts me off,  brushing his lips against mine. The kisses with him soon turn into something more, the taste of alcohol lingering to my tongue.

He goes from my mouth to my neck, leaving tiny trails of kisses that soon turn to hickeys. I whimper softly, feeling him smirk against my skin. "J-jeff you're drunk, this has gone on enough" I say. "So?" He questions.

"I don't want to do this if you're just gonna forget, and its probably just cause of the drinks" "Whatever, lets-" "In the morning you won't remember anything and I'll be the only one that felt the connection, so no" I turn away, hurrying to my room.

I can't do this. All of this is bullshit that I'm to tired for. I lock my door, laying down. Another night of crying might just help.

Timeskip

I wake up and go to the bathroom to get myself ready, stretching and yawning.

HOLY SHIT..

I look at my neck, seeing at least 4 hickeys. I put on my F/C (favorite color) long sleeve and black ripped jeans. Ok so right now I really need a scarf. I think about myself, having a black, fuzzy scarf draped around my neck.

I feel something falling onto my shoulder, and It looks big enough to hide them at least. I walk out of the bathroom, making my way to the living room

Right as I walk in I feel someone put their arm on my shoulder, turning around and seeing Liu. "So you've decided to switch to the scarf squad, huh?" He ask while chuckling. I laugh in response.

Jeff walks up to me. "Hey Y/N h-" I cut him off by walking away. I don't really feel like talking to him right now or else it will keep reminding me of last night, plus he doesn't need to know either.

He probably only did that because he was drunk.

I bet he wouldn't of done that if he was sober, but then again he did kiss me the other day while he was. I'm confused.

Timeskip

I'm laying on my bed, bored. I think about a phone, just a basic smartphone with about 32 GB. I download a few games and waste my time doing that.

I hear a knock on my door, sighing. "What" I lay against my headboard. "Can I come in?" I hear him ask. "I dont care" ...We're gonna have to talk about it sooner or later, so whatever.

He walks in, closing the door behind him. "Why do you keep avoiding me?" He ask. "Because... Something happened last night." I sigh. "What happened?" He ask, concerned.

What happened? Damn it, I can't do this.

I stand up, going to walk away. Jeff grabs my shoulder, swiping aside my scarf. "Y/N wait!" He says before watching my scarf hit the floor. "What-" his eyes land on my neck, staring until I turn away.

"Who did that and why were you hiding it?" He ask, slightly raising his voice "You" I say. "So I guess you want me to explain" I sigh. I tell him the whole story and everything else, which took forever.

"I didn't want to continue because you were drunk. And like I figured you would forget everything that happened. I didn't want to keep doing it if it meant nothing, please understand" I mumble.

He wraps his arms around me, beginning to try and comfort me. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry I did it when I was drunk and knew I couldn't remember in the morning, if only I did it while I was sober then I could tell you.." He trails off.

"Tell me what?" I ask, getting kinda nervous. What if he tells me he hates me, or that he doesn't want to be my friend or anything of the such. I see him getting kinda nervous himself.

"Please don't let this ruin our friendship or anything. I don't want to lose you..." He starts.

THATS A CLIFFHANGERRRR. I'm sorry but this is all I can do today. Until next time my waffle children. Love you all, and peace.