[ 𝔹𝕌ℝℕ ] ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☞︎𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 ❦ 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

I spat out my toothpaste and rinsed my mouth.

"Nooo~ I'm not drunkk babyyy."

"You're piss drunk, go to bed and don't drink anymore."

"Awee you still careee." I rolled my eyes although he couldn't see it.

"Shut up." I hung up the phone and just went to bed.

He rang again, even with my phone on silent and laid down, the bright light would emit for my screen.

I picked up by the fifth time.

"Jason, Jesus, go to bed!" I spat. "Stop fucking calling me!"

"Take me back, babyyy."

"Shut the fuck up! Oh my god, I'm trying to sleep."

"Nooo, don't go to bed yet!"

"Why?"

"I'm coming over baby!"

I let out a long sigh. "Fine, but I'm not answering the door."

"It's fine! I still have a lock pick!" He said in a jolly tone.

My jaw hung open. "Is there something wrong with you?"

"I'm lonely~"

"So am I, doesn't mean I break into a house!"

"Just let me in then!"

I scoffed. "You're a fucking psycho."

A loud knock rang through the apartment and through the phone. I could hear his sadistic grin through his voice. "I'm here!"

"Go home to your girlfriend or whatever."

"I don't have a girlfriend~ I only want youuu. Now open the door."

"(Y/N) get the door!" Sage yelled, grumbling in her sleep. My breathing picked up speed as I walked down the hallway to Sage's room.

I knocked just as Jason knocked again.

"Getthe door." Sage yawned. I muted myself on my phone before letting out a shaky breath.

"It's Jason, he's drunk and has a lock pick."

She shot up, revealing her pyjamas of short shorts and a large tee. She grabbed a metal baseball bat - that was conveniently propped against her wardrobe- and walked to the door. I opened it with Sage stood behind me, black hair covering the bat.

"Go away." I spat with all the malice within me.

"Babe~ I just wanna talk!"

"I don't." I said bluntly.

He barged in anyway, pushing me back slightly, but Sage put the bat on her shoulder and both hands on the handle. "One more step and I'll knock your head off."

He halted immediately but his dumb grin remained on his face. That damn grin...

The one he was wearing the day of our first date.