Jacob
"I'm not ready for tomorrow bro," Hunter speaks, still looking at the road ahead of us. I nod, agreeing with him.
The thought of graduation was overwhelming. I mean, high school is already over, and you know what comes after high school? Life. Starting your life, it's a scary thought, and I'm not so sure I'm ready.
"I feel like I should break up with Emily," I look over at Hunter. His eyes go wide and a cough leaves his mouth.
"W-what? Why?" He asks, worry being traced in his tone. I sigh, looking out the window.
"She got accepted into UCLA, do you know how far that is?" I close my eyes, trying my best not to become emotional over the topic.
"You're not even going to try long distance?" Hunter questions, turning into the parking lot of the school. I look over at him, watching as he shuts off the car.
"I don't know if I'm capable of something like that, Hunter." I admit, feeling somewhat bad. He nods his head, sighing.
"Well, whatever happens, just be gentle with her." Hunter opens his car door, letting the cold breeze inside the small space. I nod, opening my car door as well and step outside.
"Last day in this hell hole, I really can't believe it." Hunter laughs, walking by my side as we enter the front entrance.
"Seriously," I laugh, agreeing with him. We walk inside, and I immediately spot Emily and Jenna talking by the drinking fountain.
I take a deep breath and make my way in their direction. Jenna says something quietly to Emily, causing her to turn around. She smiles when she sees me and gets on her tip toes, pecking my lips.
"I should get going," Jenna sends us a small wave before leaving with another group of girls.
"You look gorgeous today," I scan Emily's body up and down, noticing the black dress showing off her curves. She smiles, and pecks my lips again.
"Thank you," She replies simply, looking down at her dress. I smile, grabbing both of her hands.
"Are you excited for tonight?" I ask, referring to the graduation ceremony. She instantly nods with a wide grin.
"It's gonna be so fun, sad too, but mostly fun." She says excitedly, looking directly into my eyes. I put on a smile, of course becoming more nervous as time goes on.
It's easy to say I've fallen in love with Emily, everything about her. Sometimes things just aren't meant to be, and maybe Emily moving to California is a sign we weren't meant to be.
Then again, I could be completely wrong. Maybe things will work out, and maybe long distance is the right thing for us. It all completely depends on what happens.
"So, UCLA, are you excited?" I ask, putting my arm over her shoulder as we head to our first block. She looks over at me, and her face becomes harder to read.
"Of course I am, but that means I have to leave you," Her tone changes as she looks down at the floor.
I stop walking, causing Emily to do the same.
"Look at me," I place my hand beneath her chin, lifting her head up.
"Everything's gonna be okay," I say, watching as tears begin to stream down her face. She slowly nods, beginning to cry harder.
"I love you so much, baby, you know that right?" I pull her closer to my chest, rubbing my hand down her back.
"I love you," She says between sobs. I kiss the top of her head, feeling the tears seep through my black t shirt.
"You're gonna have so much fun in California, you know that?" I ask her, still rubbing the same spot on her back. She brings her hand to rest on my chest.
"What if I don't like it there?" She mumbles, pulling her head away to now look at me.
"You're going to, baby. I promise," I wipe the remaining tears with the pad of my thumb. She softly smiles, bringing her hand to the side of my face.
"I'm so in love with you, Jacob Sartorius." She giggles, bringing her lips to mine. We share a slow kiss, tasting the salt from her tears.
"Not as much as how in love I am with you, Emily Gates." I say against her lips, meaning every word.
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school starts so soon, sigh.
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Fanfictionin which a boy is dared to get with every girl in his grade before graduation. he saved the hardest for last.