- the quarry oneshots -

jacob c. - the fool

- word count: 1,659 || warnings: swearing || 2nd person -

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You were never fond of his arrogance.

With a personality like his, how could you ever grow fond of him? He was a punk and an idiot.

But dammit, you couldn't get him out of your head.

"Heyo? Y/N?" a large hand obscured your view and shook you out of your thoughts, "you good?"

"Mhm? Yeah," you nod, inhaling slowly.

"Alright, well, I just said that the shop is now open, so..." he handed you a bobby pin you found, "we can get in! Also, can you hand this over to Emma when you see her?"

"Me? Why not you? I thought you two were..."

The look on his face filled you with immediate regret.

"Oh shit," you waved your hands around, "I'm-- I'm so sorry, Jacob."

"Nah, it's cool," he shook his head and you could see the faintest of tears swell in his eyes, "it's a summer fling.. Like everyone keeps telling me."

Even though you expected as much, you couldn't help but feel guilty for him. He may have had an... odd personality, but he was truly an amazing guy.

"But, I know she meant a ton to you," you could only offer a compassionate smile before he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I guess she didn't feel the same," a small sniffle escaped before he rattled his head and beckoned you to enter, "but that doesn't matter now-- ahem-- madam?"

You gave a quiet chuckle before entering the quarry gift shop. Then, you focused on the task at hand, which was to find food and drinks for the fun party at the firepit. Jacob was about to take Emma here, but someone else pushed that you should go with him.

Damn you, Kaitlyn.

"Alrighty then," Jacob spoke up, immediately searching the store, "let's find that beer!"

You rolled your eyes at his impression before looking inside the store yourself. As you crouched down behind the counter to gaze at the big safe, a weird beeping noise started sounding.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep," Jacob's voice grew in pitch.

You stood up, your hands now resting on your hips, "what are you doing?"

His hand now formed into a gun dropped to his side, "it's-- it's my 'beerdar'! Y'know? Radar for finding beer?"

Your rolled your eyes again, his idiocy knew no bounds, "right."

"Oh, c'mon," he laughed, "it works. Every time."

"I'll believe it when I see it," you smirked, before moving towards the end of the room.

You decided to push farther into the shop, noticing small souvenirs and even odd posters, but you paid no attention to them. However, once you noticed a box with a clown mask and a rubber spider, it was all over.

"Should I?" you bit your lip, "does he really need any added stress?"

You contemplated the two options before finally settling on the clown mask. This was gonna be good.

You stood behind a pillar, letting out a "Jacob!" with a smooth tone.

"Y/N?" You could hear Jacob's voice come closer and closer and a chuckle escape him.

Just as he rounded the corner, you jumped and yelled out, hoping to scare him.

However, nothing seemed to phase the brunette teen.