Always

41| Freshman Year

Jacob

"You've watched every single Harry Potter film?"

"You haven't?" Mya smiles questionably from the other end of our facetime.

It was pretty late and we've been on the phone for a while just talking about random things. I can tell she's getting tired because her eyes are starting to droop but she's absolutely adorable in her spider-man jammies and matching bonnet.

Although I think if she heard me calling her adorable she'd probably squeeze my throat until the walls of it collapse. But jokes on her because I think that's fucking hot.

"I've never seen a single one actually," I shrug.

She lets out an exaggerated gasp of shock, "You're a muggle!"

"What? Am not," I defend holding my chest in absolute confusion. I have no idea what a muggle is but it sounds like something I shouldn't admit to being.

"Do you know what a muggle is or whom for that matter?"

"Nope," I laugh and she laughs as well. God I could listen to her laugh forever.

"You'll understand after you watch the movies which we will be doing when I get back."

"When are you coming back. It feels like you've been gone for weeks," I sigh.

"Jay I just left yesterday."

"It's only been a day?" I joke.

"And you're gonna have to wait"— she pauses to yawn—"two more."

(A/N: No because I just yawned lol.)

"Anddd that's your cue to go to bed. I'll text you in the morning okay love?"

"Okay," she says defeatedly. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

"Goooooodd morning," Kevin announces bursting in my room scaring the shit out of me.

"Holy shit when did you get here?"

"Um, I live here?"

"Yeah I'm starting to think so," I mutter. I mean he practically does, the dude waltzes in whenever he likes.

"I thought we were meeting at G's."

"Yeah well change of plans. He's finally grown some balls and decided to actually talk to his 'mystery girl.' Says he's spending the night." Kev shrugs.

There's a long silence before I speak, "We've both already came to the conclusion that this mystery girl is Allison right?"

"Yup a thousand percent."

"Good good. Wait how'd you find out?"

"His mood swings started around the same time I found out that him and Allison were working on that bio project together.— Wait a minute you're the slow one how'd you find out?"

"Let's be realistic here. He's been in love with her before he even knew what love was and he hasn't actually felt anything for absolutely anyone but her for twelve years."

"You're right, the chances of it being anyone else is highly unlikely. And here I thought that head of yours was hollow."

"Your dick's hollow fucknut." I say immediately regretting my choice of words.

"That's the best you've go"—

He's cut off by the sound of my phone ringing, 'My Little Ramsey 🧑🏻‍🍳' flashing across the screen. I put the call on speaker as Kevin plops onto my bed beside me.

"Hey G, what's up?"

"Hey, Kev's with you right?"

"Aww you miss me don't you?" Kevin asks.

"And he is," Greyson deadpans. "Okay, you guys remember that dance freshman year? The one where you said I was being weird?"

"You mean the dance you for some reason have no recollection of?" Kevin questions.

"And the one where you lashed out on Allison completely humiliating her and ruining any chances you had of being with her?" I chime in.

"Thank you so much for the reminders, but yes that one. What exactly did I say to her?"

"Wait you seriously don't remember what you said?" I ask.

"Oh no I do. I'm just calling you and asking you guys about it because I have absolutely nothing better to do at this hour. No shit I don't remember."

"Someone's balls are in a bunch," I mutter.

"Well, she was getting punch for her and her date, Nathan C, a complete hottie now by the way, and accidentally spilt some on your shirt."

"Yeah I think I remember that much. I went home in a pink dress shirt instead of a white one."

"I wasn't finished asshat. Before she even got the chance to apologize you flipped off on her. Started calling her the names you always did, 'know it all', 'bookworm', just spewing things out really," Kevin shrugs.

"Did I say anything insensitive? Or you know... a little fucked up?"

"Well, you thought her dress was too tight and too revealing, but you came off sounding like a jealous piece of shit instead of concerned," I mention.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself. "J what exactly did I say?"

"Are you good man? You sound fucking scared," Kevin shifts actually sounding serious.

"I just need to know exactly what I said to her," he pleads. "I think I fucked up. Really really bad this time guys."

"Oh shit." I whisper to myself.

I wrack my brains trying to remember what the heck he said that night. The worry in Greyson's voice has both Kevin and I on edge.

"I can't remember verbatim what you said but it went somewhere along the lines of the dress being skin tight and she showed a lot of skin or something like that. God I don't know why I'm struggling so hard to remember. I have amazing memory."

The word struggling was tugging at my brain so hard but I just couldn't associate it with this particular memory. It felt like one of those I can't put my finger on it scenarios.

Speaking of which, did I use my fingerprint scan or the passcode to lock the garage? Did I lock the backdoor too? I always forget to because the lock's broken and I tend to have to jam the key inside—

Holy shit.

"JAY," I hear both Kevin and Greyson yell.

"Huh?"

"Got anything?"

"You said that she probably struggled to fit into her dress how tight it was against her body. And that she showed a ridiculous amount of skin with her legs. You also accused her of doing it for your attention but it wasn't working and that you didn't care, when you clearly did."

"Oh shit you're right. That's when the whole school started to crowd around us. We tried shutting you up but you wouldn't listen, like you were drugged or some shit. So we had to carry you by force out of the gym."

Dead silence on his end.

"Hello? Greyson you still there?"

Click.

A/N:
Which guy's pov do you all like the most?

And why the hell doesn't Greyson remember that night?

Don't forget to vote.