Prompt: In the book it said Toby humiliated Jake after leading him on, can we see that?
A.N.- Just for a little background, this happens not long after Jake and Alexander broke up, so Toby is approximately 15-16 years old in this prompt (and is about 18 in the actual story)
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“Hello?” Jake’s voice reached my ears and I felt my expression darkening.
I knew what had done to Alexander Sullivan. He had forced him into sex, over and over again during their relationship.
And lately, he had been trying so hard to get with me. He had been trying to get me to go on a date with him for weeks. But now that I knew what he had done to Alexander, I was going to make him pay. It was his turn to feel ashamed and embarrassed.
“Hi Jake!” I said brightly.
“Toby,” he said in surprise. “What’s up?”
“Come over. Let’s hang out,” I said, sure to add a little flirt to my tone.
“Sure. I’ll be right over,” he said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
We hung up and I looked down at myself. I unbuttoned my shirt a little, so that my chest was showing. Alexander was my friend, and no one hurt my friends. I was going to make Jacob Chambers pay for what he had done.
A few minutes later, my doorbell rang. I opened the front door and let Jake in, leading him upstairs to my bedroom.
“So, where are your parents?” he asked.
“They’re going to be gone for a while,” I said, giving him a flirtatious smile.
He eyed the exposed bit of my chest. “I didn’t think you were interested in me.”
“You don’t want me to be interested in you?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I didn’t say that.” He hooked a finger in my jeans and drew me closer. “I thought maybe it was because of Alexander. I know you two were good friends for a while. I thought maybe you didn’t want to be with me because of our breakup.”
“No, that’s between you and him,” I said, moving even closer to Jake, our lips hovering near each other. “That’s why I hesitated at first. But Alexander wouldn’t mind. I know him.”
I closed the distance between us, kissing Jake. The stupid whore. I was pretty sure the guy was a sex addict.
Jake kissed me back, and his hands trailed down to my ass. I silently reminded myself to endure it. I was going to get him back.
His hands moved around to the front, and he fumbled with my belt as his tongue slid across mine. He threw my belt to the floor and unzipped my jeans.
I pulled him down onto my bed, letting my body hover over his as we made out. Jake undid the buttons on my shirt, pushing it open and running his hands down my chest and stomach.
I moved my head down, smirking at him before slowly unzipping his jeans with my teeth. He helped me kick his jeans off, and then our mouths collided again. I let my hands rub up his thighs, stopping when they reached his hips and slowly massaging them. Jake moaned against my mouth, his hands tugging my shirt off and throwing it to the floor.
He pulled his own shirt off, leaving him in just his boxers. My jeans were still on, sliding low on my hips.
I kissed down his jaw, and nibbled on the soft spot of his neck. I began to suck and bite at it, wanting to leave the most visible mark possible on it.
When I was positive I’d left my mark on Jake’s neck, I continued on, kissing down his chest, down his stomach, stomach at the edge of his boxers. He was excited, his body ready for this.
I rubbed him over his boxers and leaned close to his ear. “Ready?”
“Yes,” he groaned. “Don’t be a tease, Toby.”
“I’m not being a tease. I’m being karma,” I whispered.
He looked at me in confusion, and I rolled off of him. I gathered his clothes off of the floor, including his jeans which I knew had his car keys in them. I tossed them into my drawer and locked it, swinging the key around my finger.
“Get out,” I said coldly.
“What? What the hell?!” He scrambled up, staring at me in disbelief.
“Get. Out.” I nodded toward my bedroom door. “Ever hear of the walk of shame, Jake? Because you’re about to take it. What a shame, the only way to get home on foot is walking up the busiest road. Good thing your boxers are stylish.”
“Tobias, this isn’t funny!” he snapped. “Give me my clothes!”
“I’m not being funny.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Have a fun walk, Jake.”
He lunged at me and winced when he realized that was a bad idea. I stepped back, calmly holding the keys to the drawer.
“I suggest leaving soon. My parents will be back in a little, and I doubt you want my dad to walk in on this.” I put on an innocent face. “I don’t know dad, he just came on to me!”
“You’re a little shit!” Jake said, basically screaming.
“I think we both know what this is revenge for. Bye, fucker,” I said, nodding towards the door again.
“You better watch your fucking back Tobias,” he said, stomping his way out of my room. “I’m going to make you fucking pay for this!”
I watched out of my window until I saw him sprinting down my street. I smirked in satisfaction, and went downstairs to move his car somewhere where my parents wouldn’t see it. No need for them to ask questions.
There was also no need to tell Alexander about what had just happened. If he found out, so be it. But I was just happy I’d no doubt taught Jake some sort of lesson with this, and avenged Alexander, even if it was just by a little.
