Mutual Destruction - Jeff Atkins x Reader // Part One
ManEater!(fem)reader and Womaniser!Jeff (lemme know if this is good enough to carry on, I’m planning for it to have multiple parts)
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If there was one thing she loved, it was a good challenge. Montgomery De La Cruz was a BIG challenge. Huge. Thriving jock and pretty well known with the ladies, she’d had her eye on the boy for a while, wondering what flavour girl baseball players were into.
Helmet down by his side, he ruffled through his hair as he leaned against the batting cages taking a breather. Yum. He was well built, and his cheekbones were so sharp they would slice her if she wasn’t careful.
However, Y/N wasn’t a feelings kinda gal, and word on the street had it that Monty was a feelings kinda guy, beneath the hotheaded jock exterior.
It was a hot summers day, and Y/N was certainly feeling hot right now. She sucked on her necklace, it was a nervous habit of hers. She was sat in the bleachers, arms out behind her, soaking up the sun. Today, she had a free period, and although there was initial intent to study, it had all gone out the window the second she had seen that cute little baseball outfit that fit Monty oh-so-well.
Although he was in her social circles, and they had the occasional conversation, she didn’t know Monty too well. She’d witnessed a fair few fights between the boy and people who’d got on his nerves, and wondered if his temper translated elsewhere, too.
She watched as Cruz leaned his foot up behind him, and his wandering eyes found her. She smiled mischievously, and began to make her way over to him.
The net created a barrier between the two of them. Monty turned as he saw Y/N approaching.
“L/N.” he announced, holding his helmet in both hands. “What gives me the pleasure?”
“I’m a little bored over there, and you looked like you were taking a break, so I thought, I’ll go talk to him.” She smirked, lacing her fingers through the netting. The boy smirked in response.
“Well, you don’t have long, I should be back soon-ish.” He teased.
“I was wondering, we’ve known each other years right? So how come we never went out?” She raised her sculpted eyebrow.
Monty chuckled. “You’ve always been too busy with other guys, Y/N.”
“That’s not true. You’ve just never had the balls to ask me out.” She joked.
“I have, L/N, multiple times. You’ve always turned me down.” He looked sincere.
“I’m starting to see that was a mistake.” She fiddled with the netting, keeping her eyes on Monty.
“CRUZ, BACK ON PLAY!” Jeff Atkins called to the boy in front of her.
“I’ll see you round, Cruz.” She walked backwards, loosely waving her fingers at him, before collecting her things and deciding the library would be best to study.
“Damn man, timing.” Monty was pissed at Jeff.
“You’ll get no where with that one anyway, I did you a favour.” Jeff said as he raised his bat to the ball coming toward him. Monty stuffed his helmet back onto his head.
“How would you know? She was into me, man.” Monty argued.
Jeff raised his eyebrows. “No, she wasn’t. She does that with everyone.”
“Shut up, Jeff, you wouldn’t know what you’re talking about. You do that with everyone.” Monty hit the incoming ball with excessive force.
Jeff chuckled. “Whatever you say, man, don’t cry to me when she chews you up and spits you out.”
“You talking about Y/N L/N?” Bryce Walker swaggered up to the batting cages, swinging his bat around.
“She was flirting with me real hard.” Monty smirked at Bryce.
“I agree with Jeff, don’t go near her. Major whore.” He spat.
“That’s not what i meant, Bryce. I just meant that she’s not the girl for our delicate little Monty.” Jeff was Bryce’s #1 hater. He was just a huge asshole and Jeff didn’t roll with that.
“But she is a slut. I can’t believe you’d even try to go there, Cruz.” He chuckled to himself.
“Shut the fuck up Bryce, she can do what she wants.” Jeff tried to drown out his sickly voice by concentrating 100% on hitting the balls coming his way, maybe pretending they were Bryce’s head.
Y/N shoved her books into her locker, she’d done enough work for the day. From nowhere, she could sense a presence that made her more than slightly uneasy. Chills climbed up her bones, a feeling she recognised oh so well, anytime he was near. Turning, her suspicions were confirmed. Zach Dempsey. The boy who had blown her heart out of her chest and ripped it into so many pieces she could no longer feel it. Not even all the walls she’d put up since could stop the wound stinging each and every time she saw his face, or heard his voice. It was a struggle to see the blindingly adorable smile plastered to his face and not feel something. He had made her who she was today, whether that was a good thing, or a bad thing.
From the corner of her eye, she watched as he joked around with his friends, clearly so unaffected by her proximity. There was no need for her to torture herself like this.
“Hey, Y/N.” Montgomery had come up behind her and leant against the lockers, whilst she had been in deep in her thoughts.
“You’re back?” Her usual confident charisma returned to her as though there had been no slip in the first place. She smirked at the boy, closing her locker and mimicking his actions.
“Looks like I am. So, i have a question?” Monty was nervous, she could tell.
“How do you feel about Rosie’s?” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“They do pretty awesome milkshakes.” She replied coolly.
“How do you feel about going with me? Tonight maybe, 7ish?” Proposed Monty, coughing slightly.
She grinned cheekily. “I might turn up, I’ll see how I’m feeling.”
“Y/N, can I have a word with you?” Mrs Reed, the psychology teacher, stopped her as she was leaving.
“Uh, yeah, what is it?” Y/N asked.
“As much as you like to hide at the back and pretend you know nothing, you do have the highest grades in the class.” Mrs Reed began.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Apologised Y/N.
“Don’t be, but I would like you to do me a favour. How do you feel about tutoring?” She asked.
“In psychology?” Y/N was baffled.
“I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to it, it would probably help me study.” Despite hating to admit to it, Y/N was top of most of her classes, and worked very hard for her grades.
“I have suggested to Mr Jeff Atkins that you may tutor him in psychology.”
“Jeff? He needs tutoring?” This shocked her. Jeff Atkins was a baseball champion, and one of the most popular guys at school. They were acquainted with each other.
“I believe so, if he wants a baseball scholarship to colleges next year, he will need at least a C.”
“What’s he on right now?”
“Anything below a C.”
“But how? Psychology is simple-”
“Not to everyone, Miss L/N.”
“Do Monday lunchtimes and after school Wednesday’s work for you? You will get extra credit if you decide to do this.” Her eyes scorched Y/N. She was clearly determined to help Jeff out.
“Yeah that works. Thank you, Mrs Reed.” Y/N smiled before leaving the classroom.
How on earth was she going to tutor Jeff Atkins in psychology?