fuck boy - tracob

0.9

chapter 9; unedited

fuck boy✨: stop doing that!
fuck boy✨: all i can think about are your pretty pink plump lips and everything i want them to do. STOP

innocent boy 😇: what this?

(troye looks towards jacob discreetly, his tongue licking over his soft pink lips that jacob indeed was staring at the whole period.)

'stop,' he mouths his cheeks scarlet red from the thoughts running through his head.

fuck boy✨: douche bag! yes that
fuck boy✨: stop before i get up and pin you-

innocent boy 😇: woah there cowboy 🤠 don't get ahead of your self.
innocent boy 😇: now pay attention or we're are both gonna get caught.

troye tucks his phone back into his pocket, feeling it buzz one last time with a text from jacob that he didn't read because he didn't have to.

the rest of the school day was uneventful, and not mention worthy-apart from a few secret touches and bathroom kisses nothing important happened to troye.

before he could exit the school kayla grabs his shoulder turning him around, a look of disappointment in her green eyes. "don't tell me it's true," she pleads searching his cerulean colored eyes for conformation. when she didn't receive it her grip on his shoulder tightened a bit. "jacob is only using you for sex." she says her tone hard and voice echoing with care.

"he's helping me study, nothing is happening between us," troye lies looking deep into kayla's green eyes to convince her he was telling the truth. kayla of course wasn't convinced, but didn't push her friend any farther.

"oh. but remember what i told you," she says, walking away from troye. when she was out of sight he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

he's gonna use me. troye thought to himself walking down the empty and practically silent hallways. i'm just a sex object, i'm nothing to him. just like last time. troye grimaces at the thought of last year, his hands bawling into a small fist thinking about why he had to switch schools.

stay away from him. he repeatedly tells himself walking down the side walk, not even taking notice of the storm clouds forming in the sky above his head. don't be naive like before.

a drop of rain hits troye's cheek, he wipes it away cursing himself for not checking the weather before he left this morning. now he'd have to pick up sage soak and wet.

the rain grew harsher, instantly soaking him when the drops touched his clothes. he also cursed himself for wearing his favorite pair of jeans, he'd have to look through his older and unfitting jeans till he made enough money to travel into the city and use the washing machines and driers. they were barely already getting by so a trip to the city would be a lot to save up for. (a/n troye's poor, like really fucking poor, read the authors note at the end for an explanation of this part)

when troye arrived at the elementary, his shoes were soaked and his clothes were sticking to his body from the heavy rain fall.

sage, was sat on the steps, her blonde hair soaked from the rain that was falling onto her.

"sage!" troye yells. when he's close enough to his little sister. she raises her head, a large smile on her lips when she spots her older brother. before troye could walk closer sage darts towards him engulfing him in a hug, her tiny arms wrapped around his waist and her face buried into his stomach because of her small height.

"tokky, i thought you weren't coming," she pulls away leaving out a sigh and following troye the rest of the way home.

troye bops her on the nose, making her scrunch up her nose and move away from him slightly. "what makes you say that?"

"you forgot yesterday,"

troye gives her a small smile, "i promise from now on i won't," he holds out his pinky waiting for her to grab his with her small pinky.

"you swear?" her blue eyes stare up at him, making his heart clench. he hated lying to sage, more than anything in the world.

__

troye wasn't answer any of his text, jacob didn't care at all. it didn't bother him that for no reason troye wouldn't talk to him. okay maybe it did a little, but that wasn't because he has feelings for troye, he just wants to fuck him plain and simple.

"jacob?" hari snaps her fingers in front of his face, taking his eyes away from his phone. "he's not gonna text you back. why are you so hung up about this kid?" hari sips her ice tea, crossing her legs and resting her chin in the palm of her hands. her eyes widen and before jacob could make his rebuttal hari was smirking at him, "you like him, don't cha?"

jacob splutters his drink, coughing when he hears hari's question hit his eardrums. "w-what hell no! he's just a good fuck!" jacob coughs sitting his drunk down on the table. "or seems like it." he coughs slightly

hari shakes her head, making a tsk sound with her mouth. but she doesn't bring the topic up about troye, considering the way jacob acted when he did.

innocent boy 😇: i can't do 'this' anymore you're just gonna use me and forget me.

"hari," jacob whines showing her his phone. "what do i say back?"

hari rolls her eyes, taking his phone out of his hand and not letting him see what she was typing. jacob of course too tired doesn't put up a fight.

hari hands back his phone with a large smirk on her lips. jacob was convinced that whatever she texted troye he was gonna get his revenge on hari.

fuck boy✨: what you heard about me is partly true, you're different though i just want to be friends okay?

innocent boy 😇: i'm cool with that kayla won't be tho

troye was just like all of his hook ups, jacob doesn't do commitment or relationships for the most part. he was going to break troye's stupid heart.

if he only knew what was to come.

_______

troye in this fic is poor, but they have some money it's just not enough to provide for 2 kids and a single mother. jacob on the other hand is rich as you saw before i'm only explaining it this much because this goes with the plot and i can't ruin it.

this chapter kinda sucked??!

vote | comment | share