authors note: I absolutely loved making this. Jeff is an angel that deserved better.
“Mom, Jeff is here to help me study for history!” You said as you took your boyfriends hand and lead him upstairs to your room.
“Keep the door open.” She yelled after you.
“Mom!” You grunted earning a chuckle from Jeff.
You closed the door to your room against your mothers wishes.
You two had a big history test coming up so you decided you would study together. You lay stomach down on your bed with books and notes surrounding you two.
He pushed a piece of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He smiled. “Can I kiss you?”
“No.” I smiled. “Do your work and then we’ll talk about it.”
“God damn, woman.” Jeff mumbled and then began reading his textbook. You giggled and began reading over your notes.
You continued reading and quizzing each other in information for about an hour. You were once again reading and the room was silent. You subconsciously moved your hand to the nape of his neck and began playing with the hair on the back of his neck.
You hadn’t realized what you were doing until the action drew a low moan from the boy next to you. Looking over at your boyfriend you realized he was already looking at you. With a swift moment, he flipped your body over so you were lying on your back.
Jeff’s eyes scanned your face before he pressed his lips to yours. You automatically kissed back. Your hands moved back up to his neck and played with his hair while his hand moved to your face.
“Y/N have you seen my—okay you are making out with my friend.” Clay looked away laughing.
You pulled away from Jeff and sat up fixing each others hair. “Jesus, Clay. Knock much?” You giggle.
“Sorry…Wow this is just so wired. My twin sister and my friend.” He says and you and Jeff burst out laughing.
“Yeah well get used to it, Jensen. She’s a keeper.” Jeff says putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.
“Glad you two are happy.” Your twin said before he left leaving you to and Jeff to continue what you left off. ;)
A/N: This is the first of many that I’m going to write about Jeff Atkins. It’s going to be a ‘Jeff x Reader’ relationship series. First kiss, fight, breakup, etc. There won’t be any death or suicide- none of that, but there will be A LOT of drama. I’m taking requests as well, so feel free to send some in! :)
You stared at yourself in the mirror, horrified at what you saw. Your hair was a complete wreck. The curls weren’t holding, it was frizzy as hell, and it was starting to tangle at the ends. And it’s not like you could jump in the shower to fix it, you didn’t have enough time. Your date said he would pick you up at seven and it was already six forty-eight. God, you weren’t even dressed yet. A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts. Your brothers bleach blonde head pops in.
“Jeff’s here, he’s waiting in the- what the hell,” he says when he notices your state. He points a finger at you and laughs. “You look like shit.”
He dodges the comb you throw at him. “Shut up,” you growl. “Go tell him that I’ll be down in a few minutes,” he’s still laughing when he leaves your room. “And don’t embarrass me, Alex!”
You sit at your vanity, attempting to brush the knots out of your hair when theres another light knock on your door. “Alex, I swear if you-” you’re cut off when the door opens, and to your horror it’s not the dumbass you call a brother, it’s Jeff, your date.
“Jeff,” you say nervously. “Hey.”
He smiles at you and closes the door behind him. “Alex said you were running late,” he takes a step forward. He looks amazing, you notice. As always. “Can I help?”
You make a mental note to strangle your brother when you get the chance. “It’s my hair,” you point to the mess that sits on your head. “It’s being difficult.”
“Here, give me your brush and a hair tie,” he holds out his hand. “We got this.”
You smile as he begins to brush your hair gently. “You know,” he says after a few minutes of silence. “Even on your worst bad hair day, you’d still be the most beautiful girl I know.”
Your eyes meet his in the mirror and he gives you another dazzling smile. He ends up braiding your hair into a single braid, and he’s surprisingly good at it. He grins, “Now,” he says turning to the mess of clothes on your bed. He pulls out a pair of shorts and solid baby pink shirt. “Wear this. I like the way you look in this color.”
You leave him in your room to change in the bathroom. As you do so you think of the way it felt when he touched you as he did your hair, and the butterflies that were still in your stomach that started once he stepped into your room. What guy would do your hair, and help you pick out something to wear when you were running late for your date? Damn it, he was perfect. You chew on your lip as you walk back into your room. He’s sitting on your bed and raises his head when you step in. He grins.
“You look amazing, ________.”
You don’t reply. He watches you with curious eyes as you walk up to him, cup his face in your hands and lean forward, brushing your lips against his. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, pressing his lips harder against yours. He stands slowly, never breaking the kiss and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. Your bare feet on his shoes, tiptoeing to reach his mouth. The kiss starts off slow, gentle as if the two of you are testing the waters. But once you get a taste of him, you lose it. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, tugging at it as his teeth bite down on your lip. The kiss becomes crazed, explosive, fervent as the two of you poor everything into it. You pull away first, face flushed, panting softly.
“Well,” Jeff says after catching his breath, voice husky. “Isn’t that supposed to happen after the first date?”
You chuckle softly. “Who says it won’t?”
Another beautiful smile appears on his face. “Let’s get this show on the road then, yeah?”
And that’s when you knew, you were probably going to fall in love with Jeffery Michael Atkins.
You pass Alex on the way out, and as you pass him you punch him in the arm. He yelps, rubbing his arm. “Asshole!”
The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.
(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.
I just realized the significance of this scene. It’s his list (Courtney, Montgomery, Bryce, Justin, Sherri, Marcus, and Clay) of reasons why. Hannah took everyone reputations down with her. Tyler is planning to take everyones life down with his.
They put the possibility that it could have been Tyler who shot Alex instead of dying of suicide, but that’s the whole premise of the series. You’re attention is focused on something else that you missed the signs. Everyone was focused on Hannah that they may have missed all the signs that were present for Alex. Everyone in the next season (hopefully) will be focused on Alex and the trial that they don’t realize a possible school shooting is headed their way. Like Hannah said, her reasons why had a butterfly effect.
So this is following a request from anon, who asked for a fic about the reader tutoring Jeff. I hope you like it, anon! This is my first fic being written on this account, but I have many more on my account, @thirteenreasonsfics
Check it out ASAP!
“No,” you said, throwing the last of your stuff into a battered old Jansport. “No way, Clay.”
“Please please please do it!” begged Clay over the phone, his voice thick because of a bad cold. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”
It was a regular Monday afternoon at school, and you were just finishing lunch when you got a call from your best friend of ten years and fellow Marvel geek, Clay Jensen. He had been really sick for a couple days by then, and called you to make you take over for him in tutoring Jeff Atkins in US history that day.
“I have a Chem test,” you said, balancing your phone on your shoulder as you picked up your stuff. “Besides, I hardly even know the guy. It’ll be really awkward.”
That last part was actually a lie. You hadn’t known Jeff Atkins very well, true, but had a crazy crush on him since freshman year. You two talked now and then, and you were his lab partner last year, but you never thought there could be anything between you, especially as half the school was crushing on him.
“Fine,” you said, throwing your hands up in defeat. “But you owe me hot chocolate and cake from Monet’s.”
Clay laughed over the phone.
“Thank you, Y/N. Or maybe you’ll thank me. Six thirty, the big white house on Sherman.”
Many hours later, you drove your rattling old Buick up to his house, and grabbed your stuff, trying not to smile like an idiot as you rang the doorbell.
“Y/N!” Mrs Atkins said, opening the door immediately like she had been waiting. “Thank you so much for helping Jeff out.”
You nodded, looking around the simply decorated house. Jeff’s dad was sitting at the table, reading.
“It’s no big deal, Mrs. Atkins. Uh, where’s Jeff?”
Jeff’s mom turned around, and gave you a big smile as she offered you some cookies.
“Oh, he’ll be down in a minute. He’s been changing and showering all day because he heard you’re coming.”
You stopped chewing for a minute. Was he-
“Normally Jeffrey walks into Clay’s tutoring sessions looking like a Neanderthal,” his dad snorted from the table. “Seriously. Horrible smells.”
“Dad!” Jeff said as he walked down the stairs, dressed in a red Henley that showed off his toned arms and old blue jeans. “Hey, Y/N. Ready to start?”
“Yeah, yeah of course,” you said, quickly picking up your stuff. “Do we.. go upstairs?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry my room’s a mess, I had practice so I didn’t clean up..”
Mrs Atkins smiled as you two climbed the stairs, shaking her head fondly.
“Door open, kids, okay?” she said as you made your way up, and called Jeff over to whisper to him. “Good luck, sweetheart.”
“Mom,” he said, rolling his eyes, embarrassed. “I’m not that bad as US History.”
His mom raised an eyebrow as she began to head to the kitchen.
“It’s not the US History you need luck with.”
“So you should always mention the opposing viewpoint in essays,” you said, going over Jeff’s homework in pencil. “See, that argument would have been so much stronger with a counterpoint.”
He nodded, concentrating intently. It was beginning to get dark outside, and you were just finishing up the last of the day’s work.
“Okay, so bring me the work-” you began, but then remembered that Clay would be back to tutoring Jeff the next time. “Nevermind. Just do well, okay?”
He grinned, stretching as the Henley snaked its way up his stomach before falling back down.
“Yes Ma'am. Next week, same time?”
You turned from gathering up your stuff.
“Won’t Clay be back to tutoring you then?”
He nodded, suddenly realizing as his face fell.
“I- yeah, I guess,” he said, slumping back down. “Thanks again, Y/N. You may have saved my grade.”
“May?” you asked in mock outrage. “I saved it. Single handedly. Like Iron Man saved Sokovia.”
“I’d say that one was a team effort though. If it weren’t for Quicksilver..”
“You watch Marvel movies?” you asked incredulously, looking at him.
“I do a lot of things,” he replied. “I- I’m more than the dumb jock you think I am, Y/N.”
“I didnt say you were a dumb jock,” you said softly. “Hey. You play sports and are smart and look hot. I can only do one of those things.”
Jeff laughed again then, and then stopped suddenly as you both realized what you had said.
“You think I’m hot?” he asked, grinning.
“No, I, that’s not what I-”
“You do,” he said, and laughed. “God, I thought you’d never like me back..”
“Like you back?” you asked, now stunned. “You-”
“Yes, Y/N, I like you,” he said, looking at you sheepishly. “I thought you knew. Everyone knew!”
“I-,” you said, but the words wouldn’t come out. Jeff Atkins, the hottest guy at school and your long term crush, liked you?!
“I guess now would be good time to ask you out, wouldn’t it?” he asked, running a hand through his Abercrombie model hair.
“Yes. Yes it would.”
“Saturday, five thirty, Monet’s?” he asked, and smiled when you nodded. “Alright.”
You smiled like an idiot, especially when Mrs Atkins gave you a knowing look as you left. You were going to have to buy a new dress. And you were going to have to thank Clay so much.
A/N: The idea for this one is that Jeff is the readers best friend and she broke up with her shit boyfriend Marcus and when she called Jeff for help he was too busy focusing on other stuff that the reader felt like he stopped caring. Then it ends with sugary sweet fluff and kisses and junk.
You walked around Sheri’s party, red cup in hand looking for your boyfriend Marcus. Huge parties weren’t usually your thing, but you got dragged along by not only him but all of your other friends. Hannah was too busy with Clay, Sheri was busy hosting, Jessica was getting her face sucked off by Justin, and Zach and Marcus were nowhere to be seen.
You walked outside and saw Jeff playing beer pong with Monty. You walked up next to him and stood by his side. He looked down and gave a soft smile before returning to his game.
“Hey, have you seen Marcus around?” You asked. He shook his head no, never turning to look at you. You watched as he aimed before shooting and landing the ball in the middle cup.
“This game is stupid.” You said with a chuckle. Jeff absentmindedly nodded and picked up another ball.
“Almost as stupid as you.” You said with a small smirk, attempting to gain his attention once again.
“Yeah, that’s great, Y/N. I’m a little busy right now.” He said. You looked down sadly and nodded before walking off to find Marcus. You weren’t having any fun and you were ready to go home. You pushed past the sweaty bodies and asked around, but nobody had seen him.
You finished looking downstairs and made your way upstairs. You opened door after door before coming to one at the end of the hallway. You heard moaning coming from inside and you were about to walk away until you heard a familiar voice.
You leaned against the door and heard his voice once again. You pushed open the door and your hand instantly flew to your mouth. He scrambled off the bed holding the blanket against him and began stammering out lame excuses. You looked at the girl and noticed she was one of the cheerleaders. Jenny Kyle.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Marcus?!” You shouted angrily.
“Y/N, b-babe. I swear this, this meant nothing! S-she means nothing! This was an accident!” Marcus stammered out, stepping towards you. You backed away, tears pricking at your eyes and shook your head. He kept coming closer and when he got near you, you pushed him back at full force. He stumbled onto the floor and you leaned down to be in his face.
“We. Are. Finished.” You seethed before turning and storming down the stairs. You didn’t even try to cover your tears as they freely flowed down your cheeks. People stared as you walked past, but you didn’t care. You ran outside to find Jeff and saw him standing at the same table with another ball in his hand. You walked up to him and grabbed his arm pulling it down so you could whisper in his ear.
“Please take me home, Jeff.” You spoke, trying to keep your voice from cracking. Jeff groaned quietly and pulled his arm from your grasp.
“Can’t you get Marcus or Clay to do it? Jeez, Y/N, I’m trying to play.” He said in an annoyed voice. You scoffed and stormed away from him, not believing what he had said. You managed to find Tony in the crowd and convinced him to take you home. Thankfully, he knew you weren’t in the mood to answer any questions, so he didn’t even ask. He drove you home in silence and spent the night with you as you cried into his chest.
You woke up with your eyes puffy from crying, and Tony’s arm wrapped around yours. You shook him and his eyes slowly peeled open before meeting yours. He sighed as he saw your reddened cheeks.
“Hey, you gonna be alright? We don’t have to go. I can take you to Rosie’s and we can just skip a day.” He said as you climbed out of bed, before walking to your closet to find the comfiest outfit for the day.
“No thanks, T. I appreciate it though.” You said softly, your voice still scratchy from crying. He nodded and gave a sympathetic smile before standing and wrapping his arms around you, tightly pulling him into his chest.
“You’re gonna be alright, kid. I’ve got your back.” He said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him as well, trying to refrain from crying again, but of course a few tears escaped. Tony felt you shaking and pulled away before wiping your tears.
“Don’t cry. He isn’t worth your tears.” He said. You took in a deep breath and gave him a sad smile. He returned a small one before patting your shoulder and walking towards your door.
“I’ll be downstairs. I’ll drive you today, and we can stop for breakfast if you want.” He offered.
“Thanks for driving but we don’t need to stop.” You said. He nodded and walked out of your bedroom, leaving you alone to change. You pulled off your clothing and walked into your bathroom. You turned on the shower and stepped into it. You quickly cleaned yourself and stepped out, drying off and pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans, a matching tank top and a grey hoodie. You pulled your (Y/H/C) hair up into a ponytail and walked out. You walked downstairs to meet Tony and grabbed a pair of black combat boots similar to his.
You walked out and he drove you both in silence. When you arrived you had to part ways, but not before a reassuring hug.
You walked to your locker in silence, ignoring everyone in your path. You put in your combination and opened your locker, pulling out a few books.
“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice call. You looked up and saw Jeff running towards you. You rolled your eyes and slammed your locker before turning and walking away. You could hear his footsteps growing closer and you sped up, trying your best to avoid him as he called your name. You felt his hand grab your shoulder before he stepped in front of you.
“Hey, you alright?” He asked, worry in his eyes. You scoffed and crossed your arms.
“Oh, so now you suddenly care?” You asked with a raised brow. Jeff looked at you in confusion and shook his head.
“What are you talking about, Y/N/N? I’ve always cared about you. You’re my best friend.” He said. You rolled your eyes and looked down.
“Didn’t seem like you cared last night. All you cared about was that stupid game.” You said pushing past him, walking to class. Jeff followed quickly and grabbed your arm, pulling you into an empty classroom.
“Jeff, what the hell? Let me go to class!” You exclaimed. Jeff just stared at you as you began to seethe.
“What, what happened?” He asked quietly. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
“It didn’t seem important to you yesterday. Why should you care now?” You said angrily. Jeff ran his hands over his face and sighed.
“Monty had me in a bet and I wanted to win. You know how competitive I can get, Y/N.” He explained. You shook your head and looked away.
“That doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole. And if you seriously must know what happened, I broke up with Marcus because I caught him fucking another girl. Jenny Fucking Kyle.” You said angrily. Jeff stood there with his mouth agape and his eyes wide.
“Yeah, I walked in on them both. Great fucking sight to see, but of course you don’t care. My problems aren’t important.” You said with tears beginning to fill your eyes. Jeff noticed and walked closer to you. You shook your head and held a hand out to stop him, but instead he grabbed it and pulled you into an embrace.
You tried your hardest to fight him as you started crying but as he ran his fingers through your hair and whispered into your ear, you slowly stopped fighting and just began sobbing into his chest. He rubbed your back soothingly and you fisted his shirt tightly.
“Shh. It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here.” He whispered. You shook in his arms as you let every emotion free.
“Why would he do that to me, Jeff? What did I do to deserve that? Was I not good enough?” You cried. Jeff continued to shush you and calm you down.
“Hey, look at me.” He said, lifting your head up with his finger.
“Don’t you dare cry over him. You’re way too good for that douchebag. He doesn’t deserve you. And don’t you ever say you’re not good enough. You are beautiful, and smart, and funny, and unique and any guy would be lucky to have you. I know I would.” He said, whispering that last part, but it was loud enough where you heard.
He brought a hand to your cheek and brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. You licked your lips and he looked down as you slowly ran your tongue over them. He mirrored your actions and you did the same. He looked back into your watery (Y/E/C) eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.
Your eyes fluttered closed and your heart skipped at the feeling. His lips were soft and had a hint of strawberry and mint to them. You brought your arms up around his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss.
You both broke away once your lungs began straining for air and you rested your forehead against his. Your lips still tingled from coming in contact with his and you smiled a bit.
“Y/N?” He said, barely above a whisper. You hummed in response, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
“You know I love you, right?” Jeff asked quietly. You nodded against him and he sighed.
“Seeing you with Marcus nearly drove me insane. He’s a fucking asshole, and you… you’re just too good for him. You’re honestly too good for me, and I’d be perfectly fine if you don’t like me the way I like you, and if it’s too soon to start anything, and-” He rambled, but you cut him off with another kiss. He smiled against your lips and you pulled away, looking into his eyes.
~To start off, this is the only thing I’ve written so far that I would even consider writing a part 2 for, if requested enough. This is a sad one lol. It also has a lot of Jeff in it. Thank you again for all of your support. Requests are open!!❤️~
Everyone was staring at you. You were the talk of the school. No matter what group, everyone knew what had happened to you. What had happened to your whole family. Everyone knew that you hadn’t been to school in almost a month. If it weren’t for your needing to be there for attendance, you probably would have stayed gone longer. Well, your parents were a factor too. You were heart broken and sad and confused. Everything imaginable. Your brother was dead. Jeff Atkins was dead.
You remembered that night like it was yesterday. You’d been at the same party as him. In fact, you were completely blasted. Your boyfriend, Montgomery De La Cruz was taking care of you as you blubbered about random things. Jeff had said he’d like to drop you off to your guys’ house while he was out on the beer run that he’d been asked to do. You’d refused, even after Jeff and Monty both persisted that you do so. So Jeff took off into the night. Little did you know, your drunken refusal would be your last interaction with your brother. And a mere hour and a half later you’d get a very frantic call from your mother. You, still out of it, were not comprehending the seriousness of the situation, forcing Monty to take your phone and work out what your mother was talking about. His teammate, and one of his best friends, had been in a fatal car accident. Without a word to anyone, he’d leapt up, throwing you over his shoulder, knowing he didn’t have time for your antics, and ran out to his car.
Five minutes later, you understood. No amount of drugs and alcohol could have ever kept you from noticing the body bag, and your mother hiding her face in your Father’s chest in sheer horror. Nothing was going to take away the fact that your brother was in the body bag, that he was dead.
You remembered screaming at the top of your lungs, eventually trying to run over to the paramedics that were tending to Jeff’s body. Monty stopped you, turning you back around and pulling you into him. You could feel his heart pounding. You kept demanding things, as if they could be done or changed. ‘Give him CPR’ you’d bellowed. ‘Wake him up.’
Monty refused to leave your side after that. His baseball coach had given him four games off without any grief. He felt the loss of Jeff too. Monty said he wanted to wait until you could handle yourself before he tried to go back to normal.
Your parents didn’t say anything when you refused the idea of Monty leaving your bed at night. In fact, Monty had spent every night with your emotionally drained body since the accident.
No one saw it coming, Montgomery caring about someone so much. Jeff had been suspicious of his motives when he’d first asked about you. But there was no mistaking the way his eyes lit up when he saw you in the stands at their games. Or the way he’d talk to himself, as though he was practicing what he was going to say to you. He liked you. And your lack of reluctance towards him scared not only Jeff, but your friends as well. He was, well he was a 'fuck boy’. It surprised everyone even more when he gave you a 'ring on a string’ for your six month anniversary, when the first I love you’s were said.
“Montgomery said he wished he could have walked you to class, Y/N.” Hannah’s voice shook you out of your daze. You nodded, she was right.
“I told him, baseball’s his future. If coach wants him to practice, he needs to.” You spoke in a hushed tone. A sharp contrast to your normally spunky, louder voice. But this was the voice you’d grown accustomed to. There was no reason to be so cheery or chirpy.
“You look nice in your dress.” Hannah continued. She was another person who’s sympathy you’d been receptive of. She seemed genuine, not nosy. You didn’t care what Monty had to say about how she 'got around’. She was a good person.
“Monty bought it for me last week.” You said. You could feel her wide smile on you.
“He takes good care of you, yeah?” She asked. You couldn’t help but smile, you liked the honest answer you were able to give.
“Yeah. I used to take care of him too.” Hannah stopped in the middle of the hallway, and turned you so you had to look at her.
“After everything, I’m sure he’s aware it’s his time to be caring for you, Y/N.” you nodded, not in the mood to wallow in your self pity aloud.
“See your knight in shining armor?” Hannah nudged you, gesturing for you to look forward. You looked up and saw Monty with his friend group. It was good to see him with them. He’d kind of wiped them out of his life to take care of you.
That didn’t stop him from perking up when he saw you walking down the hall. He smiled as he walked towards you. Hannah unlinked arms with you, as if her shift was over. There was a pregnant silence between Monty’s friends and Hannah. God, they were all judging her. And it clearly was making her uncomfortable.
“I’ll see you in gym, Y/N.” Hannah rubbed your shoulder softly before beginning to walk away.
“Stay?” You asked simply. Looking into her eyes. She paused, thinking about it for a moment.
“No, I think you’re in good hands now.” She smiled gently before walking away and out of the hallway.
“I don’t get why you like her so much.” Monty pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.
“She’s a good person, Montgomery. You all are so mean sometimes.” You whispered.
“Hey Y/N, Monty just doesn’t want her influence around.” Marcus spoke up. You hadn’t seen him since Jeff’s funeral. He hadn’t said much to you. Then again, you two hadn’t ever said much to one another.
“Hey so we’re all gonna workout at the country club later today, you down?” Marcus asked Monty. Your boyfriend traced small circles on your back as you took in the group of people, arms crossed over your chest.
“Dinner with her family tonight, sorry.” Monty said in return. That hadn’t been officially planned, but he did have dinner with you and your parents most nights.
“You haven’t worked out with us in forever, man. It’s the only day that I can get all of you into the club at once.” Bryce continued to try and convince your boyfriend.
“My girl comes first, sorry.” Monty thought that was the end of the conversation
“She can come. You just said how she’s gained all this depression weight and it’s getting to be a problem and-” Bryce was going to talk further, but Monty lunged at him, making him fall to the ground before he could.
“If anything about her EVER leaves your mouth again I swear to God I’ll kill you.” He growled. You pulled Monty off of Bryce, tears already slipping down your cheeks.
“She just lost her damn brother, Jesus.” Jessica, who had been standing by her boyfriend, Justin had rushed to your side out of protectiveness.
“That’s not how it was I just-” you couldn’t even let him finish his excuse.
“Did those words leave your mouth?” You didn’t even look up at him. Jessica has wrapped her arms around you. The hall had gotten quieter. This had officially been made a scene after Monty lunged at Bryce.
“Look princess it didn’t-”
“Answer the question! Did you say my weight was a problem? Yes or No?” Your voice was raised and louder than it had been in a month.
“Yes, but it was just-” you shook your head, laughing to yourself.
“That’s all I needed to know. But, let me relieve you of this said problem.” You pulled your hair to one side. You unhooked the necklace you wore. The necklace that hadn’t left your neck in almost four months. His little promise 'ring on a string’ anniversary gift. When he wouldn’t take it back, you handed it to Zach.
“Make sure he takes this. It’s his decision what he wants to do with it. Maybe he was who every girl in this school warned me he was all along.” You said, turning in the other direction. Jessica followed you, wanting to show you support. Monty tried to walk after you. You had no idea what he was frantically saying. All you knew was that Jessica was yelling at him to get away and that you now felt officially alone in this world.