tampax

-12

❝All night and all day, you're always the first thing, every single morning, that I think of.❞

- Jacob Sartorious, Last Text

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"You're being such a little bitch, Jack, get over it. You got your money, what the fuck's the problem?"

"He cheated." A venomous tint suffocated his tone, his pupils a threatening shade of hickory, as he eyes down the culprit of his rage. His fists clench, and he allows his knuckles to dig deep into the thin skin of his alternative palm.

Sam releases a hot breath of frustration, looking between the blonde-haired boy and his friend, before shaking his head in disappointment at the childishness, "Jack, you got what you wanted, let's go."

"I'll leave," Jack chortles emptily. The sound is haunting, almost mocking his anger, "but when I leave, I'll have half his teeth in my hand." Sam's eyebrows raise at Jack's threat, knowing he'll follow through with his words, as he suddenly becomes more urgent to leave the vicinity.

The two stood in the sandy floors of the arena, bodies clad in entirely black garments, despite the sun beating down harder than usual. Low murmurs surrounded them, but nothing loud enough to distract them from the insufferable heat stinging the skin hid by their clothes.

Jack licks his lips, allowing his fingers to trace patterns along the hood of his car, as he recited how he intended to rip the man apart, limb by limb. He softly blows the two strands of hair that had managed to flee his sloppy man bun, away from his perspective, not taking his eyes off him.

"It really isn't that big of a deal, Jack," Sam reassures his friend, stepping in front of him. Still, Jack holds his glare, looking right through him. "Who seriously has the fucking time for this anyway? We have plans."

Jack snorts at the jocularity of Sam's exclamation, "plans? Plans? I'm going to bed, and I'm not getting up for shit. Whatever plans you've made can fucking wait." Sam shakes his head, a small simper tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Your girlfriend and her friend invited us to their beach house." Jack's eyes were locked onto the tough curls of Tez's fro, as he watched him share a heated conversation with his rival. His anger had finally began to subside, as he realized whatever Tez was saying, was causing the man distress.

But Jack's eyes immediately snap to Sam's, his mind taking extra seconds to grasp the information. Jack had no girlfriend, but he immediately knew who his friend had referred to. A sudden gleam twinkles in the center of his pupil, as Jack rests back onto the hood of his car.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He huffs, folding his arms. Sam smiles, glad that he'd finally maintained Jack's undivided attention.

"Oh, so now you care what I have to say, huh?" Sam cackles, shaking his head, but Jack's patience was already wearing thin, having been messed with by minority; he had no strength to deal with his friend's jokes and cliffhangers.

"Sam."

"Okay, okay, I got her friend's number, and she text me about a free house, beach house, as a matter of fact," Sam added, wiggling his eyebrows, but Jack only rolls his eyes, urging for him to continue, "so yeah, I told her we were down."

"Why would you even..." Jack cuts himself off with a sigh, as he rubs a glove-clad hand down his flustered face, ignoring the unsettling feeling of excitement in the pit of his stomach. It'd been a few hours since he'd seen her, but he sure wouldn't mind seeing her again.

"We have to go, now. We can't just bail on the Sheriff's daughter," Sam whines, reminding Jack of the sticky side of their situation.