GAME OVER (Jeremy X Reader)

Chapter 2: We're Partying Hard Tonight

The place was full of people. Packed to the max. It was making me feel self-conscious. The music was blaring, the lights low.

Oliver came over to me and said "I'm so glad you could make it. You look really great." 

It made me blush. "Tha-Thanks." I stuttered.

"You want a drink?" 

"Yeah, that sounds great." 

He gave me a head nod and lead me in the direction of the bar. 

Before we made around to the other side of it, a girl came out of nowhere and stopped me. I think it was Jenna, but I wasn't positive. 

"Hey Y/N!" She said, holding my name out longer than necessary.

"You're Jenna, right?" I asked.

"Yes, yes. Yes, I am." She gave me a big smile and then looked over at Oliver. 

"I'll leave you two to talk." He walked away.

"So Chloe heard, that Brooke heard from Rich, that apparently Mr. Dreamboat over there is into you." Jenna said mischievously as she acknowledged Oliver. I could tell she liked talking about this kind of stuff.

"Seriously?" I was having difficulty believing it.

"Uh, yeah. Y/N, I don't know lie. Trust me, you can tell me anything." 

"Thanks Jenna. I better g-"

"I'm back." Oliver came from behind interrupting me. 

I turned around to face him. 

"Hey, Y/N. What do ya say I show you around the house?" He said with a bit of a smirk.

I looked back and Jenna who gave me an excited smile and a wink. 

"Sure." I said. 

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Oliver couldn't really show me the first floor because of all the people so he lead me upstairs, where he lead me to his bedroom...

"You have a really nice house." I complimented. 

"Thanks." He said, while he was over by the desk rummaging through a drawer.

I wandered around the room aimlessly, until he came over with 2 red solo cups. "A red solo cup? Really? So stereotypical." I said sarcastically with a laugh and smile. 

I was expecting it to be alcohol, obviously. It's a party. But it wasn't it was just pop. 

"Oh, so no alcohol?" I questioned.

"I'm not a huge drinker, but if you really want some I can go-"

"No, it's fine. This is great." In all honesty, I wasn't a huge fan of the social construct that if you're a teenager and you're at a party, you drink alcohol. "So where're Jeremy and Michael? I should go catch up with them."

"Why do you care? You have me." He replied as he came closer brushing my hair behind your ear. "They're my friends." I defended. 

The next thing I knew Oliver's lips were on mine. I forcefully pushed him back. "I- I gotta go." 

I started to head for the door, but his hand was still holding mine tightly. 

I looked back at him. "They're not even here, are they?"

"No."

"I'm leav- Just- Let go of me!" I said trying to rip my wrist from his grip. "Oliver, le- Ah!"

Out of nowhere I felt a strong electric pulsation in my head. It hurt so bad and it wouldn't stop. The pain only persisted and became stronger and stronger. 

He let go of my hand and ran to close and lock the door as I fell to my knees, yelling in agony. 

I put my hands on my head. My palms putting pressure on my temples, just wanting it to stop. 

I was now on my back, my body fidgeting and writhing in pain. 

Tears filled my eyes as I cried out. Begging... Pleading... For all of it to just go away. To stop.

What the fuck had Oliver done to me?!

The seconds and minutes felt like months and years.  

I continued to sob as the pain slowly dissipated. 

I was gasping for air. My body sore and achey. 

I tried to get up but I physically couldn't, almost as if my body were slowly shutting down, piece by piece. 

I saw Oliver sit down on the floor and look at me. 

"What'd you do to me?" I said weakly with anger and fear.

"You'll thank me later, Y/N." He said softly, as he began to stroke my hair in a comforting manner. "I promise."

I looked up at him and saw his eyes shining a bright turquoise. 

I tried to stay conscious but I couldn't stop it. My eyelids fluttered closed as an empty blackness enveloped me.

To be continued...