unlikely // jeff winger x reader

pt.5

(author pov)

at the vending machine, jeff leans with his hand on his forehead.

"y/n im so sorry they're usually not like that."

"no no its okay, im glad i has a good impression. at least i think i did."

"yeah, you did."

jeff huffed and looked around the room, avoiding eye contact.

"jeff, lets just go back in there and you can give them the introduction they want and we can study. itll be cool." you smiled and grabbed jeffs hand.

his eyes snapped to his hand clasped in both of yours. he looked into your eyes and saw the kindness and genuineness in you.

jeffs brain spun.

you wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned against his chest.

"you dont need to be nervous, i like your friends already okay? lets go back in there already."

you patted his muscular chest and started walking back to the study room.

"hey guys! im so excited for yall to get a proper intro!"

the kind looking woman, who you now know is shirley, giggles and patted the girl beside her's shoulder.

"okayy," said the girl. "im annie eddison, i kinda plann our studies and stuff, so yeah!" she smiled and straightened her back.

"im shirley, i run shirleys sandwiches in the cafeteria." she put extra emphasis on the "a" at the end of "cafeteria".

shirley looked over to the old man beside her.

"what?" he asked looking around.

"pierce, introduce yourself!"

"oh oh alright, im pierce hawthorn, as in hawthorn wipes."

"oh thats cool!" you said.

the young boy from across the table leaned back in his chair trying to look stereotypically cool. "im troy barnes, abeds best friend and playboy of the group." he winked and smoothed his t shirt.

"'playboy'! HAHAHA!!" britta laughed. "you haven't gotten a girl since.... i don't remember, that makes it even worse! AHAHA!"

"britta stop laughing at troy, youre wasting time. abed." jeff said.

"okay. im abed nadir." he sat there hands together in his lap while everyone stared at him. "what? i dont have a defining characteristic other than being troys best friend."

"abed! dont say that about yourself! you're plenty interesting!"

"britta," said shirley. "why dont you just introduce yourself." she giggles again.

"actually y/n and i already met. she seems nice." britta crossed her arms and stared.

"ooh, okay." said shirley warily.

there was a moment of awkward silence and staring, only to be broken by the dean in full colonial attire.

"its the american dean-alution!"

"dean-alution?" jeff asked, leaning back to look at the dean.

"i couldn't think of anything else okay jeffrey." the dean spat.

"anywho, were having our first annual 'colonial fair'! complete with real guillitines!"

annie gasped.

"clearly you dont like that idea so no guillitines it is."

"pelton, were trying to study with our new friend here, can you go plan your next weird event?" jeff asked.

"jeff!" you said, "let the dean have his fun." you said quietly.

"see, she gets it. wait, are you the new greendale student? ah! its so nice to have a fresh face in this room, its been getting kinda boring if you know what i mean, anywho gotta run see you at the fair." he skipped out of the room and hummed a marching tune.

"can you believe that guy?" jeff said.

"jeff, crazy idea but, what if we went to the fair together?" you asked. everyone around you shuffled and mumbled to one another.

they stared in your direction, waiting for a response from jeff.

"alright, but no stupid costumes!"

"or, you could be the alexander hamilton to my eliza schuyler? i have a dress and im sure i could whip up and outfit for you. please?"

"ugh, how could i say no to that." he said and smiled.

(annie pov)

the only time jeff agreed to dress up with me was for halloween. he never buys into the deans antics and now this y/n is making him all gooey all of a sudden? im not buying it.

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