Let me in (Jacksepticeye x Introvert!Reader)

Chapter 23

"High? Like-"
"Drugs. Yes. Now be careful. She knows you"

You walk forward, timidly, but with a purpose.

'Save me dear (thing worth praying to)'

"Oh, it's the little vampire! Oooh and Mr. Good-lookin' from the desk. Come back for me?" She slurs.

"Uh no?"
"Jack! Don't talk to her!" You whisper shout at him. You take a step infront of him to protect him from her. But that doesn't last long when Pasta comes and pushes you out of the way.

You go flying to the right and skid you plams on the coarse ground. You hiss in pain, but it's familiar.

You see Pasta go and grab Jack by the collar of his shirt.

"You wanna put some of that spaghetti sauce into this hot bolognese?"

You nearly throw up, but force yourself onto your feet instead. Your knee stung a little but chose to ignored it.

You half-limp-half-stride towards the pair and yank her off him and onto the floor.

Jack breathes a sigh of release and you push him towards his car.

Just as he reaches his car, Pasta grabs your ankle and twists it.

You screamed through clenched teeth, pull your foot from her and slam it in her face.

"I'm done taking your shit!" You scream in her face.

A trickle of blood drips from her nose as Jacks car starts in the distance. You wave him over and he drives past.

You hop onto the side with your good foot and hold onto the inside with the car door cause the window was down. You laugh a little as Jack smiles wickedly.

He pulls over next to your car and you hop off and enter your car. You motioned Jack to start going as you pulled out your phone and clicked record.

You kept the camera away from your face and spoke into the mic.

"Listen here kids and watty's, your never going to get anywhere in life if you let people control, abuse and hurt you; mentally or physically. But here's a word to all the bullys out there."

You pull an old, melted frozen drink out of your cupholder. You pull the car around to Pasta with your camera in the other hand.

You tip the drink out the window and straight onto her head.

"Take that pasta bitch!" You yell out the window.

"I'm sorry. But you deserved it, you don't have to put others down to make yourself seem higher. Because at the end of the day, they've learnt a lesson and you've made another mistake" and you drive away.

'That felt good. And weird too, what is this Irish man doing to you?'