"Motherfucker, slam me against a wall one more time and ill slam you against the raw concrete." You threatened with another pained groan.
It's nearing midnight and you're still in the living room, every time you attempt to leave you would be dragged back within a matter of minutes.. You've been forced to play board games for HOURS now and you were starting to lose it.
You were finally saved when your mom walked in. "Why are you playing uno on your own hun.." She murmured through her exhaustion.
"Oh um, no reason.." You trailed off, looking back to where Jack sat to see the fucker disappeared. Bastard.
"Just clean up before you go to bed." She told you before walking upstairs to her room, leaving you downstairs.
You scrambled to clean everything up and placed it back in its place before rushing upstairs to your room, praying to the lord that Jack would let you rest without waking you up.
You threw open your door, switching on your light as soon as you closed the door. You turn around, surprise surprise, Jack sprawled over your whole bed, leaving no room for you.
"Dude, move." You attempted to drag him off the bed, tugging on his striped shirt. He laughed at your struggle, watching you barely be able to move him an inch. "I don't want to." He whined dramatically as he tugged away from your grasp, turning over onto his back to look at you better, giving you a mocking grin.
You grunted with annoyance, swiping your pillow and blanket off the bed and throwing it onto the floor, too exhausted to even give a fuck about how uncomfortable it might be to sleep on the floor.
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GOOD LORD IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS ON HOW TO CONTINUE THIS BOOK HELP ME GOD
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