Mutual Destruction - Jeff Atkins x Reader // Part Three
Sober || (Melodrama) - Lorde
Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene - Hozier
A/N: I mean, I’m pretty certain you’ve all realised this now, but this is slow-burning. Jeff x Y/N ARE endgame. Don’t give up on this yet! Idk how I feel about this part though…
I really hate myself for doing this to baby Monty…
“Nope! There’s still a bit in the bottom!” She giggled.
“Come on Y/N, I’m going to be way more drunk than you at this point!” Zach chuckled lovingly, but downed it anyway.
“No you won’t, I can’t even remember what I’ve had at this point. Your parents sure have a lot of liquor.” She looked around her at the empty bottles.
“For people who don’t drink, it’s quite impressive.” He snorted.
“I’m starting to think this idea wasn’t a good one. We’re on the top of a roof drinking alcohol!” She laughed manically. He joined in.
“WOOOOOO!” He shouted. “Honestly though, you know I’d never let anything happen to you, Y/N.” He stroked her cheek. Leaning in for the kiss, she thought how she’d never love a boy as much as this one. He was made for her, she thought.
The taste of vodka, and tequila, and gin, and whatever-the-fuck-else they’d consumed swilled between their mouths. Some drunk kisses had the ability to chase a person into sobreity, then make them feel drunk all over again just off of the presence of the other person.
“Hello? Earth to Y/N? It’s 3:30 and you’ve got a revision date with a handsome prince.“ Jeff chuckled, sliding into the seat next to her.
“Shit, hey Jeff.” She smiled, pushing her textbook forward to reach down and grab some more notes from her bag.
“I’d love to know the psychology of daydreaming,” He teased.
She rolled her eyes. “We’ll get there. Get a pen.”
After some hardcore studying separation anxiety in babies, Jeff cleared his throat.
“Did you manage to talk to Monty at all since last week?”
“You’re very interested in my love life, Jeff.” She smirked, looking up from her notes.
“Not really. More like I don’t want to see anymore damaged knuckles.” He winced.
“I’ll talk to him.” She pressed. He seemed satisfied with the response and nodded.
Once again, Jeff hung on to every word she said, making detailed notes and asking questions. It was kind of adorable.
“Next week is going to be an intense one. I’m guessing you have ‘The Psychology Of Love by Sigmund Freud?” She asked as she closed up her textbook.
“Uh, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. “Isn’t he the one who had a thing for his mum?”
“Not quite, don’t worry you’ll see next week. He’s just who we’re starting with. As you know 20% of our final grade relies on our coursework surrounding our chosen psychology of love.” She pushed her chair in and slung her bag over her shoulder.
“Right.” He nodded. “I’ll see you next week?”
“See you round.” She waved to his figure leaving the library.
As it usually happened on Summer days like these, the boys sat outside to eat their lunch and maybe throw a ball about.
“So, uh, Monty,” Jeff said through a bite of his sandwich.
“This is about Y/N, isn’t it?” Montgomery sighed.
Jeff cocked his head in a yes.
“I haven’t spoken to her since then. You can’t say ‘i-told-you-so’ yet.”
“I know, I just wanted to check how you were doing.” Jeff genuinely cared for his friend, and knew how much of a problem this was for him.
But before Montgomery had a chance to speak, Bryce was back.
“Atkins, that hot brunette is eyeing you up.” He nodded in her direction. Jeff glanced back.
“Not again.” He muttered.
“What?” Monty asked.
“We had a thing last summer.” He shrugged. “It was nothing, literally, I don’t know why she keeps looking at me like that.” He threw his hand up.
That’s when Monty stopped listening. Why did Jeff deserve to feel the smugness of being totally completely right about Y/N because they were exactly the same. Monty didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed before. He’d known what Jeff was like, but it just seemed…different.
“It’s a bit warm out here really. I’m gonna head inside.” He stood, not so much as looking at the boys before violently throwing his lunch into the trash can.
At the end of her psychology lesson the next day, Jeff approached her.
“Look!” He pointed to the ten mark pop quiz they’d done at the start of the lesson. “Only just over a week of your help and I’m already improving.” He grinned. She couldn’t help but mimic his expression, it was contagious.
“I’m proud of you Jeff.” She punched his shoulder as they made their way out of the classroom.
“Thanks, Y/N, really.” He called out as he walked backwards in the direction of his locker. She was really happy that she’d actually done something positive for once.
Her locker rattled as she entered the combination.
Y/N wasn’t evil, but her track record wasn’t the best, and for once, she had these high spirits which felt amazing.
In that moment was when it happened.
In her peripheral vision she saw Montgomery storming down the hall, headed in her direction.
“Y/N, we need to talk.” He slammed her locker door in front of her, barely scraping her nose. She inhaled.
“Not here, Monty.” She looked around at the surrounding students.
“Where then? You’ve put this off once, Atkins isn’t here this time to save you.” He moved in toward her face, his hot breath tickling her face. Dammit, he was attractive, but hard work.
“Who said I needed saving? I just don’t want you to embarrass yourself.” She hit back coolly. Upon noticing he wasn’t budging, she added; “Fine, what is it?”
“So like I was saying before, we were so rudely interrupted, you’ve been ignoring me all week.”
“Not ignoring, just not actively paying attention to.” She leaned against the lockers nonchalantly.
“So what? You just gonna bang me and fuck off?” He was almost shouting now.
“Come on Monty, you didn’t really think this meant more, did you?” She scoffed.
“Well, going on a date usually implies that, yeah!” He shook his head in disbelief. “You know, I’ve actually liked you for a while now, and i thought ‘she’s asked me on a date, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.’ But i guess I was the unluckiest. I should’ve never fallen for you.”
“Jeez. My mistake. I thought you’d know by now.” She felt bad, she really did. But she couldn’t tap into that. The first time she’d approached Monty she’d addressed how they had known each-other so long but never done anything, and now she remembered why. The way her demeanor affected Monty must look awful to a passerby, and maybe it looked awful to the ghost of herself as well.
“I should’ve listened to Jeff!” Monty spat at Y/N. Quite the crowd was beginning to form around the two of them at the lockers.
“Jeff, huh? And what did he say about me?” She smirked.
“You’d break my heart. Or, in so many words.” He looked at her despairingly. His jaw clenched.
“Jeff’s a smart guy.” Her liquid cyanide voice dripped off her tongue, her eyes emotionless and harsh. Monty shook his head slowly, before turning and violently kicking the lockers, and storming out the way he came.
She rolled her eyes at the spectators, can never mind their own business. They started making their way away from her, leaving her in an empty corridor. Or so she thought.
“Did you have to do that?” A soft voice floated in from behind her. It was deafening. The voice she’d been trying to get out of her nightmares. It felt like she hadn’t heard it in so long, but that couldn’t be true because it visited her nightly. Her entire body tensed knowing who was behind her. She didn’t know what to do.
“Do what?” She asked weakly, not bringing herself to turn around, instead finding a very interesting spot on the floor to focus her gaze on.
“Y/N, I don’t know what’s happened to you since we broke up, but you’ve become a real bitch. Monty didn’t deserve that. I don’t know, is this some kind of revenge? Are you trying to get back at me or something by hurting my friends?” He voice was stern, with a hint of hurt. “Are you going to look at me?”
Shocked with a wave of her usual confidence, she swung round on her heel and faced Zach. He looked even more adorable close up. But she wouldn’t let that distract her.
“Zach, look, It’s sweet that you think highly enough of yourself to assume I’m not over you, But facts are facts.” And lies are lies. “You’ll just have to find some way to come to terms with the fact that I’m not still pining over you, and that believe it or not this is about me.” She faltered a little, but all in all the show was a good one. Oscar-worthy, maybe.
“Like I said, real bitch.” He scoffed, pulling on his bag strap and pushing past her carelessly. It took all of her not to break down right there and then. But she didn’t. She gripped her mouth with her hand and slumped against the lockers exhaling. What the fuck was she doing? What the fuck had she done?