Cʜᴜᴄᴋʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Lets be honest.

Jake wheeler
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"Look popsicle, I've already given your dad the rest of the money, so fuck off." You groaned, the taller boy in-front of you not batting an eye.

"You know that's not why I'm here."

"Mmmm, no sir-ee. Explain it to me, because I'm losing brain cells just keeping up with this lame ass conversation."

He sighed. "Where's Jake?"

"Who? Never heard that name in my life. You're gonna have to be more specific dude."

He yanked your tie, bringing you up/down to his level.

"Stop fucking around L/N. Where the fuck is Jake Wheeler."

"... we boutta kiss right now?"

He pushed you away, snarling. "You're useless." He sighed, walking away in the opposite direction, searching each classroom.

"You can come out now Broski."

He crawled out from under the desk, thanking you.

"Thank you so much..."

"No sweat man." You brought him close, a quick peck landing. "See you around."

You smirked, casually walking away as the boy stared at you from the spot, feet almost rooted to the ground.

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Peace 👋

I'm not even gonna pretend I didn't forget about this book.