Hate Into Love- A Pheacker Story

Three-The Dream Before The Party

Y'all like smut? If yes then read this chapter.

Phip's POV
When Theo pulled up in my front yard, I grabbed my shopping bags, and my phone and started walking inside my home.

"Hi, Dads." I said as I headed upstairs.

It was around 4:00 pm.
The gals and I hung around the mall a little longer then we expected.

I walked into my room and plopped down on my bed and drifted off to sleep.

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I was lying down on my bed and felt something/ or someone hit my window.

I looked at it and saw that Eacker was the one causing all this ruckus.

"The fuck do you want, DickFace?" I said angrily because for ONE: it was 11:52 pm at night.
And TWO: I was trying to write in my secrets journal.

"I need to talk to you." Eacker said with a serious tone of voice.

"I don't have a ladder." I quickly said.

"That's okay because I have one!" Eacker said as I looked at him with a scared expression plastered on my face.

Once Eacker got in he sat on my bed.
Right next to my Secret Journal.
He looked over at it and started reading it out loud.

I have fallen for a man whom I have used to despise, ever since that dream I couldn't get him and his handsome face nor his rocking body out of my mind.

I used to look at him with such hate, my eyes were filled with the loathing feeling.

But I know look at him with such loving eyes, his name is George Eacker.

George had said all of that out loud holding the book high up in the hair and reading it like that.

I couldn't fucking reach it.
I hate being short.

George turned around at me and said, "I never would have known that, Mr. Philip Hamilton, would have these feelings for me."
There was a hint of snarkyness in his voice.

He turned around, picked me up baby style and lied me on the bed, he still was ok too of me.

He started kissing me neck.
I moaned a little when he found my soft spot he started biting and sucking on it.

I moaned louder as he started taking off my pants off. I didn't have a hurt on since it was late at night.

After my pants were off there was an oddly large bulge under my boxers.

He pressed his lips onto mine and started roughly kissing me.
His hands went down yander (I'm from the south and instead of just saying down, we say down yander, I'm also carribean)
And he started to gently stroke me.

I let out soft whimpers and he started taking off his own clothes.

He put a blanket over him and he started sucking my dick.

I moaned a little louder but keeping it to a minimum, because then again, IT WAS LATE AT NIGHT.

He was completely under the blanket and I grabbed his head from above the it.

"Hey Phip. I know that high schools been rough so I decided to-" My Pops (This Time Laurens...you'll see why in a minute) cut his sentence off and opened his eyes and saw the view.