𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 | j.v imagines

𝐓𝐖𝐎.

y/n hated the way her life had turned out, she lost her mother at the age of ten and left her with an asshole step father who's only hobby was to get drunk shitfaced or take bunch of random females home and go at it the whole night, making the girl want to go and scream at the 'couple', knowing that she'll only get a bunch of curse words screamed at her and shoved out of the room.

sometimes the girl thought about just running away and never coming back, but it was a dumb thought since she didn't have anywhere to go, so she just tried to live like that for a while, so when she finishes high school she could get the fuck out of there.

it was a simple wednesday morning and she had to get ready for school, she had volunteered to go with the cheerleaders to go on the small trip with them so she could take some pictures for the school journal since she was in the photography club, the principal happily letting her go. she quickly put on a simple, soft blue oversized sweater with jeans and her converse, doing everything she needed in the bathroom and heading downstairs, not forgetting to take her backpack and camera, rolling her eyes when she heard s/f/n (step fathers name) call her name from the kitchen. she walked in there, standing in the doorway with raised eyebrows, waiting for him to say something "where the fuck are you going?" he asked, making the girl groan and throw her head back, soon looking back at him "jesus christ dad, it's fucking wednesday, i have school." she replied and with that y/n turned around and left the house, making her way towards her high school while listening to 'flawless by the neighbourhood'.

before she could even start walking towards the yellow bus, she was stopped by the literal devil, maybe that's too dramatic but she could be a nightmare if you would mess with her. the girls name is grace and she was actually in the photography club with y/n, and for some reason she started hating y/n because she got to go on the trip with the cheerleaders, what in her opinion was the most stupid reason to start hating someone. "so you're going to tell us the reason why you get to go and not me? what? did you suck off the principal or something?" she asked, tilting her head, smirking when her two friends, whatever their names are, started giggling at the question.

the y/h/c haired female rolled her eyes, looking at grace with an annoyed expression "seriously grace, fuck off, i have no time to talk to you right now. i didn't suck anyone off." she said, walking past her and making sure to bump her shoulder in the other females "whatever slut!", y/n heard her shout, flipping her middle finger at her and stepping in the bus, greeting some of the cheerleaders.

it was twenty minutes of driving and her listening to songs in her earphones before they stopped, looking around and seeing that everyone were as confused as she was, but soon tears and fear could be seen in all the cheerleaders eyes. she saw the ginger outside of the bus, knocking at the door with a gun, it felt like everything was going in slow motion, everyone around her screaming for help, but she couldn't scream, she was too shocked to even do something. y/n gripped her backpack when the door opened, jumping when she heard the gun shot and a body drop, jerome had shot the bus driver.

she could only hear cries around her, not noticing that the inmates that had escaped arkham asylum were putting handcuffs on everyone, only snapping out of her thoughts when the ginger sat down next to her, putting the handcuffs on her too but his eyes never leaving y/n's teary ones, a wide grin on his pink lips and a hand moving to caress the females cheek softly, making her jump from the sudden touch "what's your name, sweetheart?" he asked, tilting his head a bit "i-i'm y/n." she quickly answered, wanting this all to be over with quickly even though she knew that they would most likely all die or something.

he hummed, his hand never leaving her cheek "i'm jerome valeska, but you probably know that already, you seem like a smart girl, it would be a shame if i let you die along with all these bitchy cheerleaders!" he said, making the girl furrow her eyebrows, soon jerome standing up and starting to walk back and forth with his gun.

"i want you all to know, this was a very difficult decision for us..." he started, pointing his gun at one of the cheerleaders and continuing to talk "it was between you and a senior citizen bingo party, in the end we decided to skew a little younger." he said, starting to once again walk, making an eye contact with y/n "youth won the day, sorry.."

"give me an o!" he said, jumping up a bit, only hearing cries and pleas in return, so he shot the roof of the bus, making everyone jump "i said give me an o." he ordered, making the cheerleaders including y/n to follow. "give me an n." they all followed before he was done and asked "what does that spell?". y/n could feel her heart drop, literally, everyone in the bus letting out an "oh no..." with jerome following, before he started pouring gasoline on everyone, somehow forgetting to pour it on y/n, or that's what she thought. before he could light everyone on fire, he walked over to the girl and took her handcuffed hands, pulling her up and out of the bus, taking her to the truck and shoving her in it "i'm taking you with me, y/n." he said, making the girls eyes widen "what, why?!" she yelled, gripping jerome's clothes.

"what, you want to burn like the cheerleaders? i wouldn't want that, doll. and don't worry, you can try and undress me when we get back." he said, pulling away from her and winking with a grin before walking back to the bus, leaving a wide eyed y/n to sit in the truck and just watch everything. she didn't know what to do, well, she couldn't really do anything at this point, she had one question in her head, 'why her from all the people?'.