Recap:

Jeff tried to kill you after finding out you were a fangirl. Lucky enough, you aren't a Mary Sue, so you knocked the knife out of his hand and won the argument! The ten-day deal shall live on! :)

~Y~

You got out of bed in the morning and played video games on your xbox. Well, it wasn't exactly your xbox. You found it in a dumpster... Never mind...

The game kept glitching out, probably from all the trash stuck in the disk tray, but you blamed it on Ben.

Ben must be real, right? Since you found out that Jeff is real, all the others have to be...

"JEFF! GET YOUR STUPID ASS FRIEND OUT OF MY DAMN XBOX!" you yelled from upstairs.

"WHAT?" Jeff yelled back from the living room.

You didn't reply, so he stomped up the stairs and came into your room in annoyance.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Get Ben out of this stupid thing!" you shouted as you threw the controller on the floor.

"My God, that thing smells like shit!" Jeff commented. "Where did you find it?"

"A dumpster," you said.

"Well, no wonder it's glitchy," he replied as he walked over to it.

"Just fix it," you whined.

He lifted up the console and almost gagged when he saw the food coming out of the side. He set it down and wiped his hands on his jacket in disgust.

"That is so disgusting," he said. "If you wanted an xbox, you could have asked me. There's a really good one across the street at that one boy's ho-"

"Like I would ask you for anything..." you mumbled.

"Gosh darn it, (y/n)," he complained.

"Can you fix the fucking thing, or not?"

Jeff picked it up again and put it on the table. He went to the bathroom to get tissues and you laid down, exhausted.

"Why am I doing this for you?" he asked as he came back in.

"Because you're in my house, and this is the fee for rent," you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and started to wipe off the box. You got off your bed and tried to help him.

"You know," you started. "You look kinda cute when your frustrated."

"What?" he questioned as he looked up at you.

"Kinda like a cat..." you sighed.

"Well," he said, "I do have a Cheshire smile."

You gave yourself a mental facepalm and replied, "You just insulted yourself."

He rolled his eyes again and watched you clean the xbox.

"Hold on," he said. "Make sure you do it more like this so that it all comes off."

He guided your hand on the side and looked into your eyes as you looked back at his.

He leaned in to kiss you.

He got closer and closer until you took your hand and smacked him across the face.

"That's what you get," you said. "God, you are so annoying."

"I thought we were having a moment!" he sighed.

"I will never ever be romantically involved with you... And to be honest, I don't think you want to be involved with me either," you said.

"Why?" he asked.

You chuckled evily.

"You can find out by taking my special defense class. I train young girls how to protect themselves from murder, theft, and rape," you declared as you have him an evil smile.

"I'm scared," he said.

"You should be," you muttered in a demon voice.

He stood up and started to leave the room.

"Are you not going to help me?" you asked.

"I just got rejected..." he said. "I shouldn't even be talking to you right now."

"But... you weren't rejected," you said.

"Well, what happened then?"

"You were turned down."

"That's the same thing."

He walked off with his hands in his pocket and you heard him go down the stairs.

"ARE YOU MAD AT ME?" you yelled.

"SCREW YOU!" he yelled back.

"He's mad at me..." you mumbled to yourself. "I better call Laquishi and see what she says about that asshole..."

Jeff poked his head back in the room and said quickly, "Do I smell... blood...?"

"Who are you now? Edward the vampire?" you mocked.

"No, seriously," he muttered. "I would know... It turns me on..."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Why did I see this coming?"

"Are you still on your period?" he asked.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU BLOOD-SUCKING JERK!" you shouted.

"I AM WAY MORE GAY THAN EDWARD COULD EVER BE!" he yelled back.

"Wait... You're gay?" you questioned.

"Next topic- So, you write fanfictions about who, exactly?" he asked.

"Oh, no, no, no, mister. We are going to have a talk right here, right now," you declared.

Jeff rolled his eyes and started to leave.

"YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE BIRDS AND THE BEES, JEFF! IT'S NECESSARY FOR SURVIVAL!" you screamed, running after him.

He stared at you.

"Your eyes look like pool balls... I can't take you seriously," you said.

"You actually really hurt my feelings," he muttered. "Like, a lot."

"That's exactly what you did to me when I met you! This is payback!" you said.

"Listen. You got offended by the stupidest things. You're actually insulting me with the stuff you say," he said. "You're bringing up topics that I seriously don't want to talk about."

"Like that fact that you're gay?" you asked.

"Can you please stop saying stuff like that?!" he asked.

You looked down and felt a bit of remorse... Actually, you didn't feel pity at all. You were just thinking of more insults.

"Can I talk about your watermelon face then?" you questioned.

Jeff glared at you.

"How about you're shitty ass knife?" you asked. "Or the fact that you killed your parents because they found out how insane you are?"

"Sto-"

"Or maybe we should talk about why you suddenly turn gay when one girl turns you down. Don't forget the fact that you tortured that girl."

"Shut up!" he yelled.

You felt a pain in your side.

"What... the..."

"I told you to shut up," Jeff mumbled.

You looked down to see a syringe sticking out of your side.

"I'M DYING OH MY GOD JEFF SAVE ME FROM THE HANDS OF THE REAPER! I CAN'T DIE UNTIL ATTACK ON TITAN HAPPENS!" you screamed. "SAVE M-"

You passed out.