fuck boy - tracob

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chapter 13; unedited

(listen to words i didn't say by why don't we )

fuck boy✨: imy
fuck boy✨: stop looking at me );
fuck boy✨: troyeeee

innocent boy 😇: imyt
innocent boy😇: why should i?
innocent boy😇: jacobbbbb

fuck boy ✨: tro we aren't supposed to be doing this.

innocent boy😇: says who?
innocent boy😇: kayla???
innocent boy😇: i don't care what kayla or anyone else thinks about you that doesn't matter to me because they don't know the real you, the jacob i know.
innocent boy 😇: that's not going to change anything.

fuck boy✨: i just am so afraid of hurting you. and that scares me to death.
fuck boy✨: i've never experienced these feelings before 😳

innocent boy😇: so in a way i'm your first?😱

"mr bixemnan, i would appreciate it if you would stop smiling at your genitalia, and focus on today's lessons. your grade could appreciate that," his teacher sasses a smirk on her aging face. the class erupts into small giggles, their attention drawn to jacob now. one thing he hated about his english teacher was she wasn't afraid to call a student out or embarrass them. which is why he had a love/hate relationship with her.

soon the class goes back to their discussion on the "scarlet letter", which jacob partly zoned out during, due to the fact he couldn't stop thinking about why he was falling so quickly for troye.

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the burning in the pit of his stomach grew has his hands slid down his chest, gripping his shirt, the friction making his heart skip ten times faster.

jacob's tongue lapped at his neck, nibbling at his sweet spot softly. the younger boy below him groaned grinding his hips against jacob's, which made a moan slip past jacob's lips.

"troye," he whines his eyes shining dark with lust and want. but he couldn't go any farther than this. for now. "not now," jacob climbs off of troye sliding into the drivers seat, his heart going a mile per minute in his chest as he replayed the feeling of troye's lips on his. he didn't realize how much he missed the feeling till he felt his lips again and tasted the familiar flavor of chapstick again. and now that it was gone again and the taste was still lingering on his tongue he couldn't help but want more. but jacob knew better not to kiss him again.

"wow," troye mumbles his fingers running across his pink swollen lips. the dim orange and pink hues of the setting sun glared off his face lighting up his features. this was a picture perfect moment, but for some reason jacob resist the urge to grab his phone off the dashboard and snap a picture of troye. instead he enjoyed the moment with him, trying to let go of all his worries.

jacob wasn't scared he'll lose his reputation, he could careless about that status, he was more afraid of the idea of hurting someone he actually had feelings for. all his life jacob built walls around his himself by fucking anyone who was willing to. he never had feelings for the person, because he was so afraid of getting hurt. but now he's afraid of hurting someone. everyone who thinks they know jacob believes he has no feelings. but truthfully he does and that fucking terrifies the shit out of him because he's so use to drowning them away in alcohol and sex.

but then there's troye.

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short update next update will be longer and better. i'm getting sick i think so we'll see.

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