I wake up fine and dandy, and slowly open my eyes. Disoriented thoughts flood my brain. Where am I? How did I get here? It appears I am in a treehouse, but why am I naked? I look to the side and see my black dress crumpled in the corner. I crawl over and put it back on, and the memories of the past night rush back to me. I cannot believe it. In my drunken haze, I actually fucked Jacob Sartorius. My heart flutters. I recall the way he treated me so kindly. The way he opened up to me on that swing set. The way he penetrated me with his micropenis. It really seemed like he cared about me. But then again, where was he? Was I really just a one night stand to him? I thought there was a real connection, but I guess I was wrong. A lump began to form in my throat. No, I was not about to cry in the backyard of Jacob Sartorius. I climbed down the ladder and ran to the fence. I hopped over it and sprinted to the street. I pulled my nokia 3310 out of my asshole and called my brother to pick me up. Five minutes later he arrived and we drove home.
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Two days passed, and I began to feel rather strange. I woke up in the morning and immediately felt nauseas. I dismissed it to the fact that I fell asleep watching Nash Grier videos, so I carried on with my day.
After lunch, I decided I wanted to have Jarangelinopa over. I pulled out my phone and rung that hoe up.
"Hey, Katie! What is up you dirty HOE?"
"W-what? Why am I a hoe?"
"Katie, are you serious right now?"
"What the fuck are you talking about you cuntmuffin?"
"Katie, the whole fucking school knows you fucked Rolf Jacob Sartorius."
"OH GOLLY FUCK"
"So, why'd you call me"
"o rite u wanna come over"
"Sure hoe"
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A Jacob Sartorius Lovestory
FanfictionSometimes there are things in life you regret doing. This is mine. Katie goes to a party and Jacob Sartorius is there and they fall in love and shit have fun you horny fucks.
