Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

12.Succulent

(Warning:mentions of sex)

Jacobs statuesque body makes his way over to my desk. "It's my lucky day!" Jacob grins.

I tug on my earlobe and adjust my dress restlessly. I hear Timothée kick his desk next to me. Timothée is sitting to my right partnered with Julia and Jacob sits down to my left.

I am quite literally sandwiched by the two.

Jacob is looking directly at the side of my face, "Are you going to avoid looking at me this whole period or what?" I know Timothée is listening closely to every word we say.

I sit here with Jacob who's flirting with me, while Timothée's succulent juices are still wet between my thighs from earlier.

I have to do what's right. 

I know for whatever reason..Jacob makes Timothée insecure, and Timothée made it really clear that he wants me to stay away from him.

"Jacob, I think it's best we don't interact that much. Don't take it personal. I think it's better this way."

Jacob squints his eyes at me, clearly stumped. I can hear Timothée laugh. "Ok, I get it.Timothée isn't all that different then his father then? He's your cult leader and you're his little follower, right? You just follow him blindly and hopelessly huh?"Jacob says in a low voice, only loud enough only for Timothée and I to hear while tensing his facial features.

I can see Timothée ball his hand into a fist.

"Must be the steroids talking again!" I whisper back mockingly, causing Timothée to snicker.

Jacob scoffs slightly at my offensive remark.

I kind of feel bad.

He told me that in confidence and I just threw it in his face.

On second thought, screw him.

He just threw the cult crap in my face too...and besides my only real concern right now is not pissing off Timothee even more, because at the end of the day, he's my best friend.

He's all I have in the world.When it comes to Timothée, I am a lovesick puppy.

Jacob words keep replaying in my head and it stings because what if he's right?

I don't want to be like my mom.

I don't want to a submissive woman who lets a man dictate her life.

I scribble down all the answers to Jacob and I's assignment, counting down the minutes mentally until French class is over.

The end of our school day has finally come when I see Timothée's making his way towards the front of the school and to the bench that I always wait for him. We start heading to his car but I can't stop thinking about what Jacob said.

Do I just act like a brainless idiot who Timothée controls? My head hurts at the thought.

Timothée parked in unusual spot today, somewhere rather hidden.

When we finally start to get out of sight, I feel his hand make his way to mine as he interlocks his fingers into mine. "I wish I could do this at school." Timothée says in reference to holding my hand. I really wish he could too.

"Do you think what Jacob said is true? I am a just a hopeless girl who would follow you off a cliff if you told me too?"

"This is exactly why I didn't want you around that prick, he puts things in your head." Timothée pinches his mouth, and judging by the look on his face he is extremely irritated.