𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 ║watty's 2019

12---Yep. Totally---12

Picture of Jacob and Louisiana! His cat! Since the party thing didn't exactly make sense I just changed it for this chapter and the next!

Song for the Chapter: Mrs. All American-5SOS

I watched Jacob play with his new kitty and it was honestly adorable.

No, it was revolting. COUGH COUGH COUGH. It was totally not adorable.

He picked it up and tickled its belly making kissy noises. I just chuckled. Francis, my dog's nickname, because Francisco is nine letters long and a mouthful. So was Louisiana but I don't need some poor kitty called Louise.

Lou is cute. Or Louis Tomlinson but you know. This is when I try to wink and fail miserably.

"You look constipated but happy." Jacob said looking up at me. I blushed. Should I tell him? Well, I'll sound like a creep but oh well.

"You look cute with Lou." I said softly.

"No, I look hot and sexy." He retorted. I laughed so hard my sides hurt. Oh, what a egoistic jerk. I shook my head not agreeing with him. Jacob put the cat down and looked at me slyly. His face was inches away from me. I backed up against the wall smirking. 

"What are you going to do? Kiss me?"

"Yep." He whispered before attacking me. I wheezed as he started tickling my waist. He grinned straddling me. We were in this really awkward position and his grin faded. I giggled.

"Your face is red." I said beaming. He shook his head amused. I gave him a toothy grin before struggling to get off.

"Geez! What do you eat? Steel?"

"Yeah, I digest a lot of heavy metal."

I rolled my eyes at his stupid pun. 

Damn, I walked right into that.

"Oh gosh, just get off of me!" He did obediently but not before flashing his signature smirk and a wink. My face probably got a thousand times redder.

"Hey London, you're going to Wilma's party right?"

"Yeah, technically it's also Evelyn's so of course I'm going!"

The boy nodded smiling. He should really smile more. I didn't say anything though since last time his expression dropped.

"Let's get ready m'lady, or should I say fiance?" Jacob asked smirking and holding out a hand. I blushed and took his sweet gesture. He ruined the moment by wiggling his eyebrows.

"Of course. But like in your dreams."

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I think I have a small crush on him.

Just a small one. I swear to god stop judging me.

B-but I'm not.

SHADDUP.

Okay, maybe not to god, maybe to my mosquito bites goodwill. That's not much is it? He's just too attractive for his own good. Annoyingly handsome. Perhaps I just liked how he looked, after all, rumors say he has been a model before. That sounded really shallow.

Like Melania Trump.

"DAB." I dabbed.

I picked a white tank top with the words in red; 'Let's Party Bitches!'. It was a gift from my brother before he went into that stupid coma. I wore a pair of white shorts with speckles of blue on it. Putting on some jewelries, I decided to leave my hair wavy, just the way it is.

No make up. Definitely not. I didn't want to look like a psycho with mascara running down my face when I just had a cry-fest.

"Hurry up London!"

"Got it Winters!"

I was still getting used to my new house, it was homey, better than my big fancy one. It was awfully lonely there.

I heard footsteps coming in. It was Jacob with his usual smirk plastered on his face. He grinned at me.

"You look nice. So American." He said leaning against the door frame.

"Thanks, you look nice too."

He did. He wore a tight grey T Shirt that showed off his biceps and his muscly body. He wore loose black jeans with a pair of black converse to match.

"Hey, tomorrow we have school so come back early okay?" I told him. "We also have homework so remember that."

"Homework is-half of my energy wasted on random knowledge." He said grinning. I chuckled at his acronym. He was simply adorable at times. 

I meant annoying okay? My tongue slipped.

BUT YOU DIDN'T SAY IT OUT LOUD.

SHADDUP.

Nah.

"About our engagement, I think we should keep it a secret for a while, then we pretend we're dating and then we get engaged." Jacob said his face turning serious. "I don't want the school to know just yet okay?"

"We have to make it public sooner or later though so the press doesn't suspect anything shady about this." I paused. "Hey, this morning you were talking about the paparazzi and stuff, why do they bother you?"

"Well, I use to be a model. A famous one when I was fifteen. I wanted to make my own money. Technically by myself I'm a billionaire and so is my dad."

"Oh. That's nice."

"What about you?"

"I use to sing a lot but I quit."

"Why?"

"No reason." I answered a bit too quickly causing Jake to grow suspicious. He didn't say anything though.

Guess the asshole still has feelings.

Profanity!  My brain scolded.