sweet tooth - karl jacobs

chapter 47- just my type

while karl is finishing the pancakes and sliding them onto plates, i feel my phone buzz against the marble countertop. i furrow my eyebrows, not expecting any notifications, and pick up the phone.

sapnap

good morning blondie ;) i have the

list for you! i spent a long time on

it, and it's practically a million pages 

long. so i apologize in advance. but 

feel free to veto anyone on the list!! (9:04 am)

[1 attachment] (9:04 am)

i roll my eyes at the nickname, struggling to keep in a laugh as i open the file attached. it takes a couple of seconds, but once it opens, a lump gets caught in my throat.

it's the list for the people sapnap thinks should be invited to the party, and oh my god. i knew karl had a lot of friends, but i didn't realize it was this many. he has three times the amount of friends right now that i've had in my whole life!

at the top of the list is my name, with the word "host" written in parentheses and bold letters next to it. under my name is sapnap's, then the rest of karl's tight friend group that i've met. after them comes the beast crew, but after reading their names my eyes glaze over the list for a couple seconds. i don't recognize a single name after that.

until corinna kopf's name shows up.

i can't help but feel a sting of jealousy as i raise my pointer finger to my lips and start anxiously chewing on the nail. even though karl assured me that nothing serious went on between them, it seems that she had feelings for karl, whether they be genuine or just lustful, and i'm not positive they've gone away. they seem to have just gradually stopped interacting with each other on twitter, so there's never been a confirmation that corinna no longer cares about him. and judging by the fact that she's on this list, i'm not confident that she's forgotten about him.

i contemplate my response for a moment, my eyes fixated on corinna's name on the glowing screen. should i tell sapnap that i don't want her there, even though i've never spoken to her? is that gonna make me look petty and jealous? it's not like i'm karl's girlfriend, so i shouldn't feel concerned about him "cheating" on me.

but it's not karl that i don't trust, it's corinna.

i shut my eyes momentarily before i hear the steady reverberation of light footsteps approaching behind me. i open my eyes quickly enough to see a plate being lowered in front of me, and turn off my phone before karl can read the list. immediately after, there's a glass of apple juice placed on the left side of the plate, and a fork and knife on right.

"sorry, i didn't ask whether or not you wanted syrup," karl says with a light, nervous laugh as he sits down next to me with his own plate. the pancakes smell delightful, and look straight out of a movie. they're the perfect sandy brown color, though the edges are slightly burnt, with maple syrup dripping down the sides and steam faintly rising from the top.

"pancakes aren't complete without syrup," i respond. "thank you for this. they look really great." i pick up the fork and knife and start cutting into the meal, releasing the steam from the inside of the dish. the warm air rises to my face, the scent fills my nostrils, and i feel a wave of euphoria wash over me. this all feels too perfect.

"i just hope you can't taste the burnt parts too much. i guess they didn't have a minute until they burned, as i so wisely put it earlier."

"maybe they had only thirty seconds. but that's okay."