The next morning..
Jacob p.o.v
A makeout..to touching..to one thing and boom we fucked basically
Dymond; you gotta hurry up and leave
Me: I am..where is my shirt at
Dymond: it's over there somewhere
I grabbed at and was about to run out the door
Dymond: call me later
Me: iight
...two hours later I am now chillin at Trevor's house
Trevor: what you been up to today
Me: nothing
Trevor leaned over and looked at my phone
Trevor: is that normani blowin ya phone or some other shawty
Me: bro stay out of my phone
I pushed him back
Trevor: bro just tell me who it is
Me: nah you might get mad so nah
I went back texting Dymond
Trevor: I bet it is Dymond
Me: (mumbles) yes
Trevor: uh could you say that louder
Me: okay fine it's Dymond..you happy now
Trevor: (claps hands) I knew it
He jumped up off the couch and started dancing. He was yelling my magic worked and stuff.
Me: (laughs) trev you are crazy
End p.o.v
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