𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒, 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀

43. it won't happen again

I WAS IN my second period, history class, giving a presentation about the 1960's—specifically JFK—when jack hughes walked in, 45 minutes late to class considering they were an hour long.

my teacher ushered him to quickly sit down and he did just that.

"now there's a lot of conspiracy theories involving JFK and who shot him, etc etc..." i rambled on. "then a few days later, the guy who believed to have shot him was killed right there in the police station."

after i gave my presentation, everyone clapped and i sat down next to my friend.

she elbowed me. "jacks been staring at you this whole time, y/n."

"shh, lower your voice."

she rolled her eyes. "y/n, come on. you remember what happened last month at nick's party?"

last month, a popular guy in our grade, nick harrison, threw a huge party, more specifically a rave. jack was there, we were both drunk, we hooked up. the next day i saw him in the halls and he pulled me into the janitors closet with him and we made out. ever since then we've been hooking up and so far only my friend knows.

"b/f/n, be quiet!" i snapped.

suddenly the bell rang and i quickly glanced at jack who was already staring at me. i quickly made my way out of class and hurried toward the front doors considering i had a free period and lunch back to back, when i felt someone's hand grab mine.

"jack, not now," i said.

"it'll be quick, i promise."

he quickly ran into a classroom with the lights off, only dim lights from the top windows shined through. he closed the door behind him, locked it, and set me on the desk. he stood between my legs and began kissing me.

i kissed him back passionately, sliding our tongues into each others mouths. he began kissing me down my neck until he pulled my shirt off.

"jack, this is a classroom we can't do this here," i said, breathing heavily.

"yeah, we can." he began undoing the buttons on his shirt, then quickly threw it to the side. "i want you right here, right now."

he pressed his lips back onto mine, his left hand pressed firmly on the desk and his right hand gripping my waist. his kisses trailed down to my jaw and back down my neck.

i wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his messy hair, until...

"shit!" i squealed, quickly pushing jack off of me and grabbing my shirt.

"what?" he asked, clearly annoyed. "why'd you stop?"

"someone just walked past the door!" i yelled, fastening the buttons on my shirt. stupid uniforms.

he scoffed, pulling me back towards him from behind.

"no one saw us. you're imagining things."

i groaned. "jack, i'm serious. and i'm not imagining things either!!"

"okay, so a person walked past the door. it's not like they could've opened it. i locked it." he started sliding his hand up my thigh, tugging on my skirt.

i swatted his hand away. "we have to leave. now."

he rolled his eyes. "you're no fun."

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i was now in my last class of the day: ap statistics. i kept staring at the clock above the door, nerves shooting through my body. 5 minutes and then i'm outta here without getting pulled to the-