SLUT | troncob

C H A P T E R 7

J A C O B
"...and then, he just grabbed my shirt and pulled me down on top of him while we were making out and one thing led to another and I had probably the best sex of my life." Connor's been rambling on about his incredible experience with Troye in bed all day and I just: ugh.

"That's...cool?" I answer, but it sounded more like a question, "but what now?"

"Um, what do you mean?" He says confused, face scrunched up.

"So are you gonna ask him out or...?"

"Ohhh...," Connor fixes the collar of his leather jacket and leans back in his chair, drumming his hands on the table, "um, well I still wanna fuck him. Should I? It would make getting laid easier."

Just then, Troye walks by our lunch table and Connor sneaks a look under his skirt for the hundredth time today. "Yeah, I'm definitely asking him out."

He gets up obnoxiously, his chair sliding behind him a few feet and I say, "Wait, don't lead him on though."

Connor glares accusingly, "Since when did you start caring about Troye?"

I hold my hands up in surrender, "Just saying, that's a really dick move, like even for us."

I see Connor shake his head, "Yeah yeah. See you later."

(•_•) timeskip (•_•)

"Jacob! Jacob!" I hear an excited voice squeal. Turning around, I see no other than Troye Sivan behind me. "Guess what!?"

A heavy sigh leaves my mouth, but I give him a tight-lipped smile. "What's up?"

"Connor asked me out!" His smile makes me want to beat the shit out of Connor. Why would you lead someone on, what the fuck? But nonetheless, I nod my head.

"...good for you, I guess. But don't get too attached." I warn and hopefully Troye takes it to heart.

"Why?" He cocks his head to the side and I sigh again.

"Listen Troye, Connor is only in it for sex. It's just a fling."

I can literally see when Troye puts on his defensive face. "H-how do you know that?" His pale arms tighten around his books, bringing them impossibly closer to his chest.

"hetoldme." I flinch, afraid of looking at what affect those words had on his mood. Troye face falls and his eyes dull. But quickly, it's taken over by a glare. And if looks could kill, hope you all make it to my funeral.

"No! I don't believe you... It feels like you're doing everything you can to make sure me and Connor don't happen... And I thought you were my friend." The boy in the skirt smiles sadly and let's out a breath, "bye Jacob."

"No, wait!" But it's too late. Yet another time, Troye is storming off, upset at me. That dipshit doesn't understand that I'm just trying to protect him and I know Connor more than him. Fucking idiot can't even see how much I like him. I bang my fist against my locker, gritting my teeth. He really pisses me off sometimes. Fucking desperate slut with his perfect smile and perfect face and perfect body and hair and eyes and personality and I could go on forever but what's the point? He's so oblivious to everything unrelated to Connor that I could practically burn down the whole school and he wouldn't realize it if fucking Connor was in front of him.

A U T H O R S N O T E :
Lit. I went to an amusement park today. And preseason was cancelled. And I have a new Twitter @. Also like/retweet my last tweet Bc I'm pretty proud of it ngl.

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