SLUT | troncob

C H A P T E R 6

J A C O B
I open my lockers, filling my books into my backpack when I feel someone grasp my shoulders and yell, "Bro! Guess what!?"

Immediately, I know it's Connor and I turn around. "What's up Con?"

"Guessed who fucked the princess of twinks?" A smirk drawn across his face and an eyebrow raised.

"Don't tell me..." I shake my head in disbelief, "...Troye?" Connor hits my chest in excitement and puts his hand out to high five. I weakly raise my hand to hit his and Connor realizes my lack of enthusiasm and the smile slowly fades away from his face.

"What's wrong dude?" I shake my head and quickly say, "Oh, what? Nothing, nothing. I'm just surprised it actually happened, that's all."

He laughs, still excited as fuck and daddy, "Alright man, I'll tell you all about it after, but I gotta get to class. Catch you later!" Just then I see Troye walking down the hall, hugging his textbooks close to his chest, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Connor passes him and taps his chin, making Troye look up in surprise. His eyes widen when he looks at Connor. At a loss of words, Troye scurries forward and I see Connor behind him, leaning over to look under his skirt. Then Connor winks at me and makes that blowjob hand motion (A/N: you know when fboys poke the inside of their cheek with their tongue and lift their other hand so it looks like they're sucking a dick. Yeah, that.) and turns the corner.

I walk over to Troye, pissed off for 'some reason'. He's obviously trying to ignore me, and leave before I notice him. But it's pretty easy to spot an eighteen year old boy wearing a maroon skirt. I march up to him and say the first thing that comes to my head, "You really are a slut."

Troye tries to answer, but no words come out. I sigh and shake my head, "Congrats, you played yourself."

Troye just glares and answers, "Just let me do what I want. Why the fuck do you even care anyway?"

"Well, contrary to popular belief, I don't enjoy watching people ruin themselves," Troye scoffs and rolls his eyes but I continue, "stop being a bitch for once and listen to someone else but yourself. What do you think you're gonna get out of this, huh?"

"I-I uh... W-what if I don't want anything out of this? Maybe I'm just looking for sex?" He retorts and I roll my eyes.

"You know I haven't forgot about what you told me at the party, right? God, I knew I shouldn't have left you there."

"Wait a second, it's not your responsibility to look out for me. I'm not made of glass so stop treating me like it!" The boy in front of me slams his locker, picks up his bag, and leaves.

I clench my jaw and yell after him, "You wouldn't be in this situation if you weren't such a slut!"

He just flips me off without turning around.

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