serotonin

chapter twenty three

dear cass,
don't be a homophobe
it's pride month bitch
i will hunt you down
-the gay of the group

dear paulina,
have i been bumped up
to your favourite person yet or?
- your fav person ;)

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a month has gone by.

a month of tutoring lessons turning into make out sessions. a month of sneaking off to the bathroom during class just to see each other. a month of small, secret touches in english class. a month of quick glances in maths class. a month of running next to each other in PE and letting our hands brush together. a month of late night text messages and phone calls. a month of sneaking back into the house after going to get food way too late at night. a month of laughing at his stupid jokes that weren't even funny. a month of being on cloud nine.

"i don't have a change of clothes"

i looked over to jack who was laying on my bed "i say you just go like that" i was stood by my dresser, searching for pants. i heard jack move off the bed. his bare hands grabbed my shoulders and stood me up straight, hands moving down to my waist and up my shirt "maybe we just don't go at all" i suggests.

he placed his nose into the crook of my neck "mmmm, as much as i would... i think everyone would have your neck if you don't go"

"two parties is enough for me, i don't want to go to this one"

"why don't" he turned me around, my hands landing on the top of my dresser "we go for a bit, you know, let everyone know we are there. then go back to my place and crash for the night"

"ooo a sleepover huh?" i cocked my head. jack grinned and cupped my face "on valentines day?"

"i'm just a romantic aren't i" his smiled grew wider and his pupils became dilated. he leans down and gave me a quick kiss. it was the ones where you didn't even have time to kiss back "you really think i should turn up like this?"

i scanned his body. he was shirtless so you could see his toned abs. you could also see the beginning of his v-line from how low his sweatpants were. he had taken a nap while i finished my maths homework so his hair was messy and his eyes were red "might get jealous if i'm honest with you"

i turned back around to face my dresser and pulled out a red graphic tee "this is mine" jack took the fabric from me "when did you take this?" i took the shirt back and smiled "what you aren't going to answer me? you are robbing me of my perfectly good clothes!"

"less clothes you've got the more often i can see you like this" my hand trailed up his stomach as i got closer "and if i'm being honest, i like the way you look without a shirt" i brushed his lips with mine but didn't kiss him "now, go find a shirt and some pants and let's get going"

"alright mr. 'i don't do parties'" he huffed and reopened my shirt drawer. he took out a wife beater then walked over to my closet. he took out a green hoodie and threw them both on.

i grabbed a pair of dark jeans and threw some black corduroys at him. we both changed fairly quickly. i walked over to my night side table and opened it. my hands moved to the small box and i grabbed the snake necklace out of the small velvet box. i closed me eyes while i clasped it behind my neck. it didn't work. so i tried again and again but for some reason i couldn't get the necklace to clasp.

"here" jacks voice was soft and his hands were warm. he went to take the necklace from my hands and stood behind me "i'll do it" i was hesitant but i let him touch the necklace. why? i'll never know.

"there" he turned me around so i face the mirror that was hung on my wall. i went to tuck it into my shirt when he opened his mouth again "leave it out, it's pretty" he dug he rest his chin on my shoulder and wrapped his hands around my waist "you're pretty"