My Boy | a Jacob Sartorius fanfic [ COMPLETED ]

Chapter 56

     ***Rachel's POV***
     Honestly, today went pretty well.
     After Zoey and I had a little talk yesterday, I think everything is good.
     "Ugh!" I heard a scream. Instantly, Violet and I turned our heads.
     "What?" We say in sync.
     "I can't find my hair dryer!" Zoey whines. Violet and I roll our eyes and turn around.
     "She might not have a problem with you, but she definitely has a problem with everything else," Violet chuckles.
     "Tell me about it."
     I walk over to my nightstand and grab my hand-held mirror. My hair is a disaster.
     "Hey, Violet, do you have any more of that hair taming stuff? As you can see," I point to my head. "Mine is a disaster."
     Violet nods and I sit down on my bed. She tosses it to me.
     "There's not much left, so try to use it wisely."
     "Found it!" Zoey yelled.
     "Where was it?" I ask, pretending like I cared.
     "Underneath my bed. It's weird, though... I don't remember putting it there."
     I shook my shoulders and continued to do my hair.
     "What should I wear today?" Violet asks. Both Zoey and I shoot her a look.
     "Since when do you care what you wear?" Zoey asks. Violet gives her snake eyes.
     "Since always. My clothing choices are limited, I only have one plain black shirt and the rest are band tees."
     "Okay... then pick something."  The conversation was more between Zoey and Violet, so I turned around and finished my hair.
     "But see, I can't. I only have ripped jeans left,and I'm almost positive they'd yell at me for wearing them because they're definitely not formal, or even normal at all."
     "Just wear black leggings!"
     "I only had that one pair!" Violet yells, taking out a Twenty One Pilots band tee.
     "Whatever. I'll back you up if they yell at you for your ripped jeans,"
     "Oh..." Violet trails off, changing her shirt. "Thanks."
    "Yeah," Zoey smiles.
     "Done!" I yell.
     They give me a look,once again.
     "With my hair," I grin.
***
     "Are those, ripped jeans?" Counselor Andrea. asks Violet. Zoey steps in front.
     "Yes. Is there a problem?" Zoey says in a rude tone. Mrs. Spears wide-eyed her and walked away.
     "Th-thanks," Violet smiles. Zoey nods.
     "Yep."
     "Have you seen Jacob recently?" Zoey asks me, moving back to her seat. I look around the lunch room.
     "No," I shrug.
     "Maybe I can try to talk to him later?"
     "Uh, sure," I manage to get out a smile.
     "Okay."
     I was wearing a yellow-orange hoodie with white short shorts, because it was so humid but raining outside.
     Some random guy walked past me, and looked me up and down.
     "Nice legs," he wiggles his eyebrows.
     "If you want legs, go to KFC," Violet scoffs. The guy wide-eyed her and scattered away.
     "Okay, but KFC is so good," I laugh.
***
     "I don't understand," Zoey says, getting onto her bed.
     "What?"
     "It was extremely humid earlier, and now it's like," Zoey grabs her phone out of her pocket. "Twenty degrees. How does the weather change so quickly?"
     "Global warming," Violet joked. We all let out a small laugh, because technically we weren't supposed to be up.
      Zoey got a text and her face lit up.
     "I'll... be... back," she smiles while getting up. Violet and I look at her.
     "How do you have wifi?" Violet asks. Zoey shakes her shoulders, without looking up.
     "New boyfriend?" I ask.
     "I guess," Zoey looks me in the eye and walks out the door.
     "She's weird," I say. Violet is nodding her head slowly.
***
     "Okay, it's eleven at night and Zoey hasn't come back yet," I say to Violet, my voice shaking.
     "I-I know," Violet looks out the window.
     "What should we do?" I ask.
     "Go search for her?" Violet suggests.
     "I want to find Zoey, not find myself in a horror movie."
     "Well, you can't have it both ways."
     "Fine," I say, getting up. I grab my black converse and slip them on without socks. I still have the short shorts from earlier today, and the same hoodie.
     "That's what your wearing?" Violet looks at me.
     "Yeah," I scan my outfit and play with the of the shredded material on the edge of my shorts.
     "Dude, its cold outside. Won't you freeze?" She asks, grabbing her black winter boots.
     "Nah, I'll be fine."
     She takes her black winter coat and slips it on. I admire Violet's fashion, not only because it's different, but because it's very dark, so it's almost impossible to get caught.
     As Violet is about to open the door, I say something.
     "Actually... can I borrow your pitch-black hoodie? I'm sort of... wearing orange, and well... I don't want to get caught."
     Violet laughs and closes the door. She walks over to her suitcase and tosses me the hoodie.
     "Thanks. Maybe... an outfit too?"
     After a few minutes of shuffling through her suitcase, she tosses more clothing onto my bed.
     "Wear that. You won't get caught."
     I kind of figured, because literally it's all dark. There was a dark gray shirt, black ripped jeans, black combat boots, plus the hoodie she gave me.
     "This stuff is so cool. Where do you shop?"
     "Wherever you can find black items, duh," Violet laughs. I do too.
     Once I'm changed, Violet and I walk out the door. The coldness of the air finds its way through the slits of my jeans, causing me to shiver.
     Violet looks and me and rolls her eyes. I just give her a light smile.
     I tripped over a log, and I skinned my knee pretty badly. I think I even ripped Violet's jeans a little more.
     As I was getting up, Violet shushed me.
     "You hear that?" I whisper.
     "Yeah,"
     I get up and Violet shushes me again. I guess I'm making too much noise.
     "Go back into the room." Violet says.
     "What? No!"
     "Go," Violet whisper-shouts.
     ***Violet's POV***
     I told Rachel to go back into the room so she wouldn't have to see this. I walk closer.
     "You're so hot," Zoey says, running her fingers through his hair.
     "I love Rachel, not you."
     "You're just saying that," Zoey says, getting closer to his lips.
     "I am saying it and I do mean it. I don't know why you're all over me, but I'm taken."
     "Not for long," Zoey laughs, kissing him afterwards. He tries to pull away but she tightens her grip on him.
     "Are you kidding me?" Rachel sneaks up behind me.
     "I told you to go back into the room!" I speak normally.
     "Yeah and I didn't listen."
     "What's going on?" Rachel yells at them.
     "Oh, uh," Zoey pulls away from Jacob's lips.
     "Babe," he runs to Jacob and puts her in a tight hug, leaving Zoey upset.
     "I saw the whole thing, it's not your fault," Rachel whispers.
     ***Rachel's POV***
     "I know," Jacob whispers as well. I look at him in the face and kiss him.
     After what seemed like hours of kissing him, I pull his face into my hands.
     "You're mine and mine only. You're my boy."

                          END OF BOOK ONE