Chapter 7

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~Shawn's POV~

I woke up the next morning from hearing Jacob's voice. It sounded as if he was stressed. I sat up and locked eyes with him. 

"Hey kid, got any pain killers?"

I nodded pointing towards a bag near my bed. I watched as he dove down to search through it. He pulled out a condom instead as I flushed red. I sat there, scared shittless on what he would say next.

"You think you're gonna get laid? By who?" 

I gulped as I stuttered "I- uh... my-.."

He ruffled my hair "So innocent."

I just stared at him blankly as he put the condom back in the back and continued to search. He noticed I was stared back, his eyes sending shivers up my spine. I looked at his lips, then back into his eyes.

"I uh.." he cleared his throat. "I can't find them."

I looked at the bag and motioned for him to hand it to me. He gave it to me and I quickly shuffled through it. I pulled out the meds and handed him the bottle. He walked to his bed and popped them in his mouth before taking a swig of his water from his water bottle. He looked down and winced from the nasty taste of the pill. 

I took my shirt off as I rolled out of my bed. I felt his eyes shoot over towards me as I reached into my drawers for a new shirt. I put on a new one and grabbed some fresh jeans as well. I froze, not wanting to change my bottoms in front of him. Thankfully, he got up and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I quickly changed and combed through my hair. I knocked on the bathroom door.

"One m-minute." I heard a huff of air come from him and quickly realized what he was doing. He groaned as quietly as humanly possible before I heard his pants zipping up. I blushed insanely and backed away from the door. He walked out and I walked in, brushed my teeth, then walked back out. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door to my first lecture, my face still red. I decided to get breakfast first. I had some time. I went to a little coffee shop on campus. When I walked in I felt the eyes of a man graze over me... when I looked to see who is was, it wasn't Jacob.

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