Chapter 2

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Your POV

Jacob gets closer to me and starts playing with my hair. He leans in. I push him out the way and run to first period. Jacob is not in this class so I am lucky.
1 hour later
The bell rings and everyone rushes towards second period. I walk slowly to my next period. Then I see Loren.
Loren: So y/n, I heard you and Jacob had a make out session
Y/n: Shut up
Loren hits me
Y/n: I don't like that talentless brat
Loren: I know you do
Y/n: No I don't who likes him anyway
Loren: You
Y/n: I d-don't l-like Jacob
Loren: Y/n and Jacob sittin in a tree k-.....
Y/n: Shut up Loren Gray
Loren: You know I don't like people calling me Loren Gray
Y/n: You know I don't like people saying I like Jacob Sartorius
I blush
Loren: hmm
Loren walks away and Jacob enters the hallway. He walks perfectly and his hair is just sooooooo cute. Jacob passes me and lightly touches my shoulder with his shoulder. My face turns red like a tomato. He slips something in my pocket then winks. I walk away before he makes me late.
AT THE END OF SCHOOL

Jacobs POV

I see my friend Mark walk to me.
Mark: Hey
Jacob: Hi
Mark: Anything new?
Jacob: Well I kinda like this girl
Mark: name?
Jacob: I don't know she didn't tell me when I asked
Mark: How does she look like?
Jacob: (Describes you)
Mark: y/n?
Jacob: I don't know but she's so cute
Mark: I'm going to talk to her
Jacob: Wait no! Ask her if she likes me but don't tell her that I asked you to ask her if she likes me
Mark: chill bro
Jacob: Ok... YOUR POV

Mark runs to me

Mark: Hi y/n
Y/n: Hi Mark
Mark: Do you like someone?
I blush
Y/n: No....
Mark: Tell me
Y/n: No
Mark: Tell me
Y/n: No
Mark: Your cute
Y/n: Fine... I like Jacob Sartorius
Mark: he likes you too
Y/n: he does?

Then Jacob walks up to us
Jacob: Hi Mark
Mark: Hey bro; y/n meet Jacob and Jacob meet y/n
Jacob: I believe we already met
I blush
Mark covers up my face until I finish blushing
Y/n: Jacob... ____________________________________________________________

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