***Jacob's POV***
I walk to Rachel's house, to find her not being home. Then I hear a voice behind me.
"Jacob?"
I turn around. It was Rachel.
"Hey," I say, coming closer to her. She's holding a bag from Hot Topic and a Starbucks Latte with the same hand.
"Hi," she smiles. "What are you doing here?"
"I was going to stop by to say hi, and I see that you went shopping," I wink sarcastically.
"Yeah. Want to come inside?" Rachel asks me. I nod.
"I was actually with Violet," she explained to me. That's nice.. but she doesn't need to explain herself to me. I trust her.
Then she began going on about her day, in which I wasn't really listening.
"Rachel," I interrupted her. "You don't have to explain yourself. I trust you."
She grinned and set her bag of stuff on the ledge of the stairs. Then, she wrapped her arms around me.
"I love you," she told me.
"I love you too?" I asked as a question. Why was she acting weird?
"Why was that a question?" Rachel pulled away from the hug and frowned at me.
"Why are you acting weird?" I ask her.
I think Rachel must've been really mad when I asked her that, because she didn't do anything for a few seconds.
"Get out," she whispered, not making eye contact with me.
"What?"
"Get out!" She yelled.
I just rolled my eyes and walked out of her house.
***Rachel's POV***
Really?
Did my boyfriend just ask me why I'm acting weird?
Ugh. That means he noticed, and now he's probably going to break up with me. Great.
I ran upstairs to my room. I was about to close my window, when I saw a girl making out with a guy who looked like Jacob in his room.
That's when I lost it. I tore down all of the posters, wrecked my sheets, spilled ink all over everything, and I threw everything out of it's place, breaking almost everything expensive that I owned.
But you know what? I don't care.
And neither does Jacob, apparently.
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I have so much stuff planned to happen, just wait 😇 -Jane
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My Boy | a Jacob Sartorius fanfic [ COMPLETED ]
Fanfiction"You're mine and mine only. You're my boy."