Helpless II John Laurens x reader

Chapter 11

"You guys are dorks."
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*time skip*

Your eyes fluttered open to reveal a sleeping John Laurens. He looked too peaceful, so you just let him sleep. You just stared at him, wondering what would happen in the future. As all of these thoughts were going through your head, you felt John stir.

"Good morning." He said
"Good morning star shine, the Earth says hello!" You said
"Do you like that movie?" He asked
"Yeah, a little bit." You said
"I have it! We can watch it sometime." He said
Your phone buzzed
"Ugh, John I have to deal with a giant shit bag." You said
"Jefferson?" He asked
"Yep." You said

IAmAwesomeShit: Sup
(Your Skype name here): Don't Thomas
IAmAwesomeShit: Don't what 😏
(Your Skype): You know perfectly well what I am talking about jackass
IAmAwesomeShit: Let me guess, John brainwashed you to like him
(Your Skype): what?! You bitch! Is wittle Thomas Jefferson jealous?!
IAmAwesomeShit: Yes I am!😡
(Your Skype): Well, I am actually kinda glad! Your ego needs to crumble sometimes!
IAmAwesomeShit: Well
(Your Skype): Leave. John. Alone
IAmAwesomeShit: Fine, under one condition
(Your Skype): What is it?
IAmAwesomeShit: 😏
(Your Skype): No
IAmAwesomeShit: Do you want John or not?
(Your Skype): I do want him
IAmAwesomeShit: Good, I'll be over at 5
(Your Skype): You wouldn't
IAmAwesomeShit: I would 😏

You turned off your phone and started to cry

"Babe? What's wrong?" John took your face in his hands
"T-Thomas is coming, h-h...." You started to cry harder,
John picked you up and put you back on his bed and read your texts

"I would never let him do that." He just sat down and pulled you close
"Jefferson, my first friend, now my enemy." You nuzzled into his chest
"I love you." He said
"I love you too."

*Le time skip*

It's five.
It's time.
You hear a knock on the door.
John opens it.
You hide behind a chair.
You hear yelling.
You hear silence.
You hear a gunshot.
You rush to the door.
John is on the floor.
Jefferson is laughing.
He grabs you.
You scream and start to kick him.
You started to punch him.
You feel your pocket.
Your dad's pocket knife.
You pull it out.
You open it.
Jefferson stares at you.
"You wouldn't." He stares at the knife.
"I would." You stab him right between the ribs.
You call 911.
You yell John's name.
He opens his eyes.
"It's in m-my arm."
You dig it out.
You disinfect it.
You wrap it up.
The paramedics knock on the door.
They take John away on a stretcher.
They put Thomas in a plastic bag.
What have I done.