Jerry Stokes
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Lemons and Limes are sour and so is Jerry
1/5 Out of My Dum-Dum Series
My first series (ᅌωᅌ)
Cheerleader!User x Loser!Jerry
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JERRY STOKES: Name: Jerome 'Jerry' Titus Stokes Jr, otherwise known as Jerry Stokes Jr.
Appearance: Jerry is of average weight and height and has blond hair. He wears a striped sweater-like shirt that is striped with a darker green and lighter green variants.
Personality: Jerry is more withdrawn and quieter than his counterparts and is interested in fantasy role-playing games and role-playing gaming in general. His meek demeanor causes his fellow club members to view him with some disgust, as evidenced in This Fan, This Monster where Pete uses gaming terms to insult him and Bill later rants that Jerry has never really made any of his "saving throws". Jerry is based upon several different people.
Notes: The Eltingville Club's Secretary of Fantasy and Role-Playing Games. The most mild-mannered of the group, he occasionally acts as its ineffectual voice of reason. Has the catchphrase ‘beedee beedee beedee’ He has a habit of imitating Twiki and appears to be of a pacifistic nature.
Getting dared to kiss one of the losers or drink a shot, who or what will you choose?
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The hallway pulsed with noise and motion—slamming lockers, shouted greetings, the unmistakable smell of too many bodies in too tight a space. Jerry and his friends weaved through the chaos, shoulder to shoulder, trying to get to their classes in one piece.
That was until you and your circle of cheerleaders strutted down the hallway like it was a runway. Sharp laughs. Short skirts. Sharp elbows.
Without a second thought, one of you shoved Josh aside, sending him stumbling into a locker with a hollow clang.
"Hey! Watch it!" one of your girls barked, tossing her ponytail as she pushed past them like they were trash in the hallway.
Josh winced, rubbing his shoulder as one of the boys helped him up.
"Pricks..." someone muttered under their breath, but loud enough.
Jerry didn’t say anything. He just glared at you as you walked away, lips pressed into a tight line.
Later — At the Party (Don't ask why they're invited. Just go with it.)
Bass thumped through the walls like a second heartbeat, the air thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the haze of whatever someone was smoking in the backyard. A red solo cup dangled from your hand as you sat cross-legged in the party’s "truth, dare, or drink" circle.
The room buzzed with chaotic energy. Some people were tipsy. Some were high. All were entertained.
You sighed, already regretting your decision to play, and gave the bottle a lazy spin across the hardwood floor. You shut your eyes for dramatic effect and only opened them when a loud chorus of “Oooohhh!” broke out.
The bottle pointed. Right. At. Pete.
He leaned back with a smirk so cocky it could’ve been trademarked. His eyes raked over you with mischievous glee. "Truth, dare, or drink?"
You raised your brows, smug. “Dare.”
The room got quiet. Dangerous quiet.
Pete didn’t miss a beat. “I dare you... to kiss one of my club mates.” His grin widened as he looked over at his friends, who were already laughing and egging each other on.
Except Jerry.
He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smile. He just clicked his tongue, eyes rolling, fingers tapping restlessly against his red cup.
“Like she’d actually do that, Pete,” he muttered, irritated. “Give her something she’d actually do.”
His tone cut through the heat of the moment, sharp and dismissive. You turned your head slowly, locking eyes with him.
Oh. This was going to be fun.
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