"You know what I want"

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This is me and my friend's  first time diving into a full fledged book like this. We're experienced in the world of Wattpad - Author 2 enjoys reading Draco Malfoy smut, so do I.

We've really enjoyed writing this so far and can't wait to continue this page turning, plot twisting novel. It is kinda a slow burn tho so plss keep reading, I promise it's gonna get better!

This is in fact based on a true story, all cap no facts. Have fun reading and don't forget to comment your thoughts and vote!

(Don't take this seriously, this is for shits and giggles lmao)

(WARNING: This story will contain harsh language, suggestive themes, slight drug/alcohol use and obviously sex!)

Love, the baddies xoxo <3




Keegan was depressed, unlike Jacob, who was a ball of energy. They were polar opposites, how could they ever be together? But one week changed everything.

Keegan's POV:

It was an average Monday, boring and unlively. I dragged my feet into TA, my back hurting from carrying all this pent up rage. I decided to sit next to Savannah, the popular girl of our class. She was sorta hot, but I would never admit it.

"You okay, Keegan?" she asked genuinely, I shrugged, too tired to answer. I was dreading the moment Jacob walked into class. He ruined everything from his obnoxious voice to that irresistible smile of his...god, what am I thinking!?

"Good morning, class!" Mrs. Bogaerts announced, I sank in my seat unready for another horrible day of high school. "Does anyone know where Jacob is?"

"Your mom!" Cameron yelled. Cameron was that typical troublemaker, the one who never shuts up and believes his freedom of speech is the best thing in the world. He was bad...but not as bad as Jacob. Jacob was a different breed, how can I even begin to explain-

"The party's here!" Jacob exclaims, bursting through the day. He sends a sly wink at the airhead, Tiffany. Everyone groans in disapproval, including me.

"Sit down, Jacob" Mrs. Bogaerts demands, obviously used to his daily outbursts. Jacob continues to smile and glances around the room, the only empty seat being next to me. He sits down and wraps his arm around my shoulder, "What's up, my man?"

"Shut up" I say, rolling me eyes. Savannah giggles, breaking my attention from the annoying boy and back to her. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing, you're just so cute when you're mad" she says in a baby voice. I can't help but blush a little. I hear Jacob scoff behind me and I turn to look at him, "Got a problem, my man?"

He stares at me blankly, then begins laughing, "Tryna bag a cutie?" I stare at Savannah for backup but I'm instead greeted with her face fully flushed. "Shut uppppp, Jacob!" she whines, giggling a little.

"It's time for TA to begin everyone. Please stop talking if you are," the teacher says, eyeing us three specifically. I sigh loudly, trying to empty my mind of what had already happened. School always stirs up useless drama. And so what if I liked Savannah? Jacob could never.

Lunch

I hastily grab the last empty table and sit down. I don't usually eat lunch so I don't bother to walk through the lunch line. All of a sudden, I hear a familiar voice from behind me.

"Hey, Keegan!" Savannah smiles, plopping her lunch bag beside me. Was she really sitting next to me? Just the two of us...alone.

"HIIIII!" Tiffany exclaims, jumping onto Savannah happily. She examines the table, then notices me, and her smile drops. So does mine. "Oh. You're sitting with him?" she asks flatly.

Savannah punches her arm and whispers something in her ear, then Tiffany perks up like she had realized something amazing. "Ohhh! Hey Keegan!" she laughs, and sits down next to me. "I was sitting there," Savannah groaned. Tiffany ignores her, then asks me, "Are you single?"

"Aren't you dating Jacob?" I ask defensively. "Yeah, duh. But are you into anyone?" she glances at Savannah and begins smiling. I feel the tension grow in the room, and the people. I had just noticed the lunch room was almost entirely full, which meant Jacob was here. Why did it even matter?

"Shut up, Tiff! Go to Jacobs table!" Savannah yells, she was breaking out like a tomato, could she like me? "Fine" Tiffany sighs and leaves. I exhale, relieved to know I was just with Savannah again. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad.

She sits down, her hands a bit jittery. "What's up?" I ask, she begins to smile and pulls out her phone, "Got a number?" she asks.


Next thing I know, the world got a little lighter after we began talking. Her good mornings gave me a reason to wake up, that smile of hers always drew me back into class. Was this love?

On a Friday, 15 minutes before she had to get picked up from school, I impulsively dragged her into the bathroom. "What's wrong?" she asks. I hesitate, was this the right time to confess my feelings? Better sooner than later, I guess.

"I...I love you, Savannah. For these past few weeks, you've made me never want to leave your side. I really want to be your friend...and more," I mumbled. She stood and stared at me, unsure of how to answer. Surely she liked me back, right?

"Yes...I like you too! I really do. I always have. I thought you would never dare to date me, a pathetic girly girl" she sighs, her face a bright red. I rushed in to hug her, her embrace was warm and inviting. The smell of her perfume was nice right now, but it would be better under me. But, all of a sudden, my mind traveled to Jacob. What it would be like with him under- stop it, brain!

"Kiss me," I muttered, trying to forget that previous thought. She stood on her tip-toes and hesitantly planted a peck on my mouth. Her lips were soft, I dove in and passionately kissed her mouth. It was time to get business going.

After a few sensational moments of us tongue-tussling, she pressed her hands against my chest and gently pushed me away, "I have to leave soon. I want to- but I can't right now,"

"Damn, sorry, I get it. So are we dating?" I urged, "Yes! I mean...if you want" she mumbled, I kissed her forehead softly and whispered right above her ear, "You know what I want"

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