Jacob Sartorius One Shots {NO LONGER ACTIVE}

Who Are You Part 2

I don't remember if anyone requested this but I wanted to write it so there

"Can you believe this"

Your best friend Loren asks as you walk into school with your other friends Dylan and Maddie.

"Believe what"

The rest of you ask in unison.

"No one in this group is single anymore, remember what we used to say in freshman year"

She asks.

"That we would be single forever"

You laugh making the three of them laugh too.

"And now here we are, taken juniors"

Dylan smiles at nothing in particular.

"Speak of the devil"

Maddie jokes as you approach the part of the hallway where each of your boyfriends lockers were. As usual Jacob was there looking in the mirror. You go over to him laughing.

"Can I help you"

He jokes

"No but I can help you"

You play along as he lifts your chin and kisses you gently.

"I've never seen anyone so self obsessed"

You chuckle.

"Really Y/n, because yesterday I caught you editing pictures of yourself looking hot as hell"

"Hey I had an excuse for that"

"Admit it, were both pretty narcissistic"

"I refuse to admit anything"

You smirk as he closes his locker. You two were walking ahead of your friends.

"Admit it!"

Jacob starts poking you in the stomach.

"No"

*poke*

"Admit it"

"No"

*pokes multiple times*

"Admit it!!!"

*pokes all over*

"No!"

"Admit it!!!"

"Stop touching me b*tch!"

You smack his hand away. Your friends were laughing behind you.

"Their relationship is f*cking goals"

Loren laughs at you and Jacob who were now having a slap fight while walking to class. You end up just laughing it off as you go about your day.

~Later That Day~

You were with your friends from the school newspaper covering the basketball teams practice. You watch through the camera lens as Jacob steals the ball and starts making his way down the court. You guys were set up behind one of the baskets, and you were now watching very intently as Jacob gets to the 3 point line and gets ready.

"Shoot it already!"

Another team member yells, distracting him and throwing off his aim. Of course you weren't watching when it happened, until you heard:

"Y/n look out!"

Bam! Crack!

The next thing you know, your holding your now bleeding nose as it throbs in pain.