a/n: clap once if you should be asleep right now but instead are wasting your precious sleep on this story. clap twice if the thought of sleep passed your mind hours ago but you've just succumbed to staying awake and don't mind anymore. so quirky and relatable, ammiright?
Jacob's pov
"Mr Mellet, we're going to need your signature here, here, and here, contact information here. Oh, and Jacob, you can fill out your clinic card here. If either of you have any trouble with the packet just let me know and I'll do what I can to help." The bright-eyed lady smiles and nods, getting up from her desk and walking back out to the main office.
Shaun glances to me and cracks a smile, turning back to the packet and gets to filling it out. I avert my attention to the clinic card and fill in the blanks.
School, Chelsea Academy. School year, twenty seventeen, it's a new year. Student name, Jacob Bixenman, Address (bloop, not giving my address away folks), Date of Birth, May 27th, 1999. I skim over the 'parent / legal guardian' section and find my way down to the medical section. Doctor's Name, Kanette Jane, Doctor's Tel#, (bloop again), Hospital Preference, The Lister Hospital. Any medications taken and why, Lasix, Nitropress -- used to decrease pressure on lungs and heart. Emergency medicines, Morphine if in distress or pained in the chest. "Current Medical Conditions", I scoff, scribbling in Pulmonary Edema and 'was treated two weeks ago' next to it. Allergies, none. List others in your household attending Chelsea Academy: Troye Mellet.
Then there are signatures and more guardian paperwork for Shaun attached, which I ignore and push the paper back towards the lady's desk.
"You done?" Shaun asks.
I nod, "Yeah, I'm gonna go use the loo."
I scoot the chair back and get up, shuffling out of the room and down the hall to the boy's restroom. If you haven't picked up on it, I'm getting signed back up for school by the angel that is Shaun Mellet. Troye is somewhere in the building, off learning and most likely avoiding his old friends. I wonder what he's really up to though.
Troye's pov
"Troye, please-" Tyler tries, grabbing a hold of my arm as the bell rings, signalling us to get to our next class.
I attempt to shrug him off and sigh, my tiny arms too frail to fight back against his.
"Please let me go." I mutter, keeping my eyes away from his, trailing them around the vacating room.
"Not until you let me talk to you, I miss you, Troye. I'm sorry about-"
"Stop," I snap, tugging on my arm.
"I don't want to talk to you, let me go." My voice raises while a scowl finds its way to my face.
He always knows how to push my buttons and strike home. He's always known how to do that.
Tyler frowns, "Troye, please."
"Let. Me. Go." I whisper through gritted teeth, giving him the wrath of seeing my painful glare.
"Just... T-Tyler stop!" I yell, yanking my arm from his grip and running off into the hall of bodies, hiding myself in the crowd.
Why does he have to be like that?
Finding the loo, I sigh in relief and quickly slip past the door, hiding myself away in an empty stall. I listen as the second bell rings, warning everyone that we've got five minutes to get to class or we're marked as late or absent. Lovely. I drop my head in my hands and sigh, falling down to the tiled floor. That was just too close with Tyler.
That's the thing, though. He just doesn't know when to stop. He will just keep pushing until someone freaks out on him, it's so irritating.
a/n: just throwing it out there, i have no ill feelings towards anyone i write about in a negative manner in this story besides trumpo (he can get wrecked).
I ruffle up my hair and wipe my watery eyes before I can get worked up enough to actually let them spill. Clenching my jaw, I get up and recompose myself, shaking my body off a little. Once ready, I open the stall door back up and walk over to the sink. I switch on the water and pump the soap into my hand, scrubbing the icky germs of the academy off of my fingers. Imagine all of the viruses I could be picking up here.
"Troye? What are you doing in here?" Jacob's voice shakes me out of my thoughts and makes me snap my head over in his direction.
With much confusion, I see Jacob next to me by the other sink, washing his hands. He's at the academy.
"Jacob? What are you doing here?" I retort, though, I soften my tensed features upon seeing him. He doesn't need to know about Tyler and how much he bothers me.
"Getting signed up, why aren't you in class?" He asks and turns back to the sink, rinsing the soap off of his palms.
I sigh and do the same, "Minor delay on my way. Just some kid."
He nods though it's obvious he hasn't completely bought my fib.
"Wanna talk about it?" Jacob questions sweetly, smiling at me and pulling a paper towel off of the counter and drying his hands.
I follow his movements and shake my head no, "Not right now, maybe later. I'll just get worked up."
We toss our paper towels into the bin and step closer to each other.
Jacob wraps his arms around me in a hug and nods, "Alright, I'm here when you want to talk."
Wrapping an arm around his waist and resting my cheek against his chest, I whisper a thank you and breathe in his scent. God, I'm glad we're alone right now. This is the most I've been myself in this godforsaken building in years, and I'm in the loo!
"I should probably get back to class before I get myself into trouble." I murmur, kissing his chest and looking up at him.
He agrees and loosens his arms around me, stepping back a step to bring a hand to my cheek.
"I'll be waiting for you at the flat, call if you need your father or me."
I nod and tilt my head to the side against his hand, visibly falling into his touch.
"I'll see you later," I whisper and stand up on my tippy-toes, reaching up far enough to plant a short kiss against his lips.
Jacob helps me out, tilting his head down and helping me steady back down onto my feet by dropping his hands down on my hips. I hum lightly into the kiss and lean back, fluttering my eyes open and smiling at the boy.
"I gotta go now..." I mumble, my lips finding their way back to his lips for another sweet kiss, lasting seconds.
He nods and steps back, kissing my cheek and turning my body to the door.
"Bye, T, see you at home."
I step out and make my way back to class, my mind only comprehending one word of Jacob's.
Home.
Home sounds right again when he says it.
Maybe he will fix home for me.
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a/n: do you ever witness someone doing something so ridiculous that you look out at a wall or inanimate object as if it were a camera in the office and give it big ole wide eyes. bc yes, i do all of the time, usually to things even i do though lmao
i'll see you cuties in the next chapter, nighty night xx
