Come Hither

Chapter 6: In Love, In Fear

Warning: Brief mention of heterosexual action.

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Andy

After our bonding moment, Jack seemed to get the idea that I suddenly became his property.

He would glare at anyone giving me a passing glance. We weren't in a relationship yet, and even if we were, I didn't want him to chop the heads of random onlookers of perfection.

"Jack, what are you doing?"

He faces me after glaring a kid to the wall. "What? He was looking at you funny."

Right, and so were the past seven people.

"Let them look at me. Stop acting like some overprotective boyfriend."

I slow down so we can finally walk side by side, although I prefer walking briskly so I can get to places faster.

"Where's Tucker?" My eyebrows practically connect.

"Probably off with that blonde. Heather, I think?" He rolls his eyes.

"Hm. That's great." Oops, I sounded so dry.

"You're cousins right?" He asks.

"Yeah, Tucker is my cousin. My mother's nephew.

"I meant, Katrina."

"Still cousins. Dad's niece."

An inconsistency would be Jack's reaction to my answers. He asks eagerly but he doesn't respond. Hm.

"You're doing your thinking face again."

"Yeah, I probably got it from my dad." I laugh a little, and then the feeling of loss sets in.

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Jack

I wonder how Andy's dad looks like.

I was curious, but not curious enough to ask him about his dead parents.

Wait no, he never said if his mom died.

"What did you get from your mom?" I chuckle.

I didn't notice Andy's shoulders were slumped. After my question, he straightens his back and looks at me with a blank expression.

"I really don't know." His voice was col and he responded very curtly.

I didn't this side of Andy. There was this palpable darkness inside him that gets covered by how bubbly he is on the outside.

"Okay." I raise both hands in surrender and we get into class.

We don't talk at all, or send paper messages. Obviously, I did something wrong.

Andy's mood bubble pops when Tucker arrives late to class. with a hickey on his neck.

The teacher didn't notice, Andy too, but I did. Maybe I was too observant.

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Tucker

"Oh God, yes." Her breathy voice says.

I look up from between her legs, a smirk plastered on my face.

"So where... do you... live?" I say in between every lick and swipe.

"215.. Uh.. Whit-- whitmore stree-eat!"

I chuckle a bit before blowing warm air into her, making her finish.