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One Wrong Turn | Jacob Frye

[ REQUESTED BY Borkgrape ]

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"This is ridiculous. You cheated!"

You exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at him as you glared at him. Jacob only scoffed and turned his nose up in the air like he was better than you, which he liked to remind you of every day when you trained with him. "I didn't cheat, I won fair and square." He snubbed, crossing his arms over his broad chest as if that would help to prove his point. He turned back towards you when you scoffed loudly, giving you a sassy look. "Throwing a smoke bomb in front of me so that I couldn't see then you taking the lead is, in fact, considered cheating!" You rolled your eyes when he didn't say anything, not confirming or denying your accusation just yet. "Your lack of skill is what caused you to lose, Y/N." Jacob commented, before turning away from you and probably heading to Whitechapel Station for the train. The building you were behind was tall enough to shield you both from the sun and also hide all the training sessions you and Jacob had. Your wide eyes followed him as he walked away, the slight sway of his hips and the movement of his shoulders distracting you for a moment. But before he could get too far, you took off towards him and jumped on his back, almost knocking him off balance. "Woah!" He exclaimed from the sudden weight, his hands flew to the bend in your knees to keep you from falling. Your hands went around his neck and secured in place over his collarbones, his top hat almost being removed from his head in the process.

"Is this your way of trying to prove your skill? Sneaking up on me?" His lighthearted tone almost made you believe he was joking, but deep down you knew he meant what he asked. "Pfft, I have nothing to prove to you, Jacob Frye." Now it was your turn to stick your nose in the air, and Jacob let out a hearty laugh at what you said. "Did I say something funny?" Your monotone voice made Jacob laugh even harder at your statement, an annoyed expression coming over your features. "Jacob, it's not funny." The playfulness was removed from your voice and was replaced with seriousness, he wasn't taking you seriously. "Alright, put me down." You believed your order came out pretty convincing, but to Jacob it was like a mouse telling a bear to put him down. "Jacob, I'm serious." You started to wiggle around in his hold but your attempt was in vain, feeling his grip around your legs tighten to keep you in place. Thankfully, he had stopped laughing and only held a smile on his face but it only made you more annoyed. "Jacob, I am not afraid to mess up that pretty face of yours." You growled into his ear, your right hand raising as if you were gonna strike him with either your fist or hidden blade.

The threat was enough to make him put you down with an exaggerated sigh, once your feet were firmly on the ground and your hand was by your side he spoke. "You're no fun." He grumbled, his arms raising before dropping and slapping his side like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Rolling your eyes at his behavior, you walked past him and continued out of the abandoned courtyard and towards the station. "You really think my face is pretty?" He called after you, your feet stopped walking and a blush was working its way onto your cheeks. The sound of footsteps grew closer as Jacob walked up behind you, goosebumps erupted across your skin when you felt his eyes on you. "That was a question, Y/N." He whispered into your ear, his hot breath fanning across your cheek making the blush all the more red.

"Oh, please." Your voice came out surprisingly confident, turning your head to look over your shoulder and your heart raced when you saw your faces were only centimeters apart. It seemed as though Jacob leaned forward ever so slightly as if he was going to kiss you, before quickly pulling away and walking around you, stopping at the entrance to the courtyard before turning around. "Race you to the train?" He asked with a wink, walking backwards while he spoke until he turned on his heel and bolted out of the courtyard. It only took a second to realize that he was winning and you were still frozen in place, pulling yourself together before running towards the entrance and out of the courtyard. The streets of London were bustling with people as usual but Whitechapel was filled with more people than that of Westminster. Since Whitechapel was a poorer district, there were more people living here than in the richer parts of London, like Westminster or the Strand.