Tracob: Senior Year

8

Jacob found himself walking up the path to Troye's townhome and the door was opening before he even reached it. Jacob's eyes lit up as soon as he saw, Troye. Troye bit his lip. Jacob walked to the door, and stood directly in front of Troye,  He grasped the door with his hand to ground himself a bit and said, "Hey..."

"Hi," Troye responded.

The two stood in silence for what felt like an hour, though only a few seconds had passed.

Sighing, Troye's eyes met Jacob's. Jacob wet his lips and stared intently into Troye's gorgeous blue eyes. No words were exchanged, but subtly, Troye nodded and with that Jacob had his hands on either side of Troye's face and was pressing their lips together. Troye wrapped his hands around Jacob's neck and deepened the kiss. After a couple minutes Troye pulled back and Jacob whined. Troye giggled, "Come inside, you idiot." Jacob was quick to comply. Jacob walked in, waited for Troye to close the door and then within seconds he had Troye pressed down into the couch kissing him. Troye turned his head and Jacob trailed his lips down Troye's neck. "Did you forget where my bedroom was?" Troye teased. Jacob pulled back for a moment deeply considering heading up to Troye's bedroom, but then he stopped himself. "Troye, we need to talk." He said seriously. Troye laughed, "Ok, but maybe you can let your other head do all of the talking." Troye ran his hand along Jacob's already hard member. "Fuck," Jacob whispered. He fought to compose himself. "Is this really just sex to you, Troye?"

Troye shrugged, "Sex is all that I am capable of."

"That's bullshit, Troye."

"Is it?" Troye asked. "Look, I will make you a deal. Let's go up to my bedroom, fuck around, and then after we can talk all you want. I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Really?" Jacob asked.

Troye sighed and stood up, "No. Not really. You should go."

Jacob sat on the couch utterly confused. "Troye, I don't get you. Like what the fuck?"

"Jacob, you are way too nice and I'm not worth the floor you walk on or whatever. Like, I have fucked things up for you enough and letting this go on, even though I really really want to, would be so wrong."

"Please, Troye," is all that Jacob could manage to get out.

Troye sighed and walked to the door, "I'll see you at school tomorrow." He opened the door and waited for Jacob to get up.

Jacob stood in defeat. He began walking out of the house, but stopped in front of Troye. "Why?"

"It's not you, it's me and I do seriously mean that. You are way too good, Jacob. Like WAY too good for me. I shouldn't have been whoring it up around you like I was and this would have never of happened. It's all my fault.."

"But, I like seriously like you, Troye."

"You don't even know me, Jacob. Look, there's a reason why your sister was essentially babysitting me and that's cause I'm basically trash. If you don't believe me, ask her," Troye said sadly.

Jacob opened his mouth to speak again, but Troye lifted his hand. "Just stop, no more. You need to go."

Jacob looked down to the ground and left the house. He drove to Hari's.

Hari, Adam and Jed were sitting on her front porch. "Hey!" Hari said as Jacob got out of his car. "How did it go?" Jacob sat next to her and laid his head in her lap. "Fucking awful- I'm so confused."

"What did he say?" Jed asked.

"I asked him if this was just all about sex and he said sex was all that he was capable of. He said that it wasn't about me, that it was about him and that he is nothing but trash and that I deserve better...blah blah blah."

"He should have never toyed with you the way he did," Adam said sounding angry. Jacob shrugged.

"I don't buy it," Jed said.

"What do you mean?" Jacob asked.

"Dude was obviously pissed off when he heard Alivia talking about getting with you, if he honestly didn't care for you, if it was just about sex, then he wouldn't have cared," Jed explained.

"Jenkins has a point," Hari said. Jacob nodded. "Ok, but I told him that was all bullshit, why still push me away?" He asked.

Jed shrugged, "Maybe he's scared or something."

"Angie!" Jacob said, "He told me to ask Angie about why she was basically his babysitter." Jacob pulled out his phone to Facetime his sister.

"Hi Sis!" He said when her face appeared on his screen.

"You in a better mood?" Angie asked.

"Eh...not really. I went to see Troye..."

Angie rolled her eyes.

"Anyways, he told me to ask you why you had to pretty much babysit him?"

"Umm, maybe because he is basically a kid and is on the other side of the world than his own parents..."

"No, Angie. He said that he was trash and that was why."

"That boy is so damn dramatic," Angie said shaking her head. "Prior to living in his own place and having staff looking after him, Troye was living with his boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend."

"Damn!" Hari said, "Our boy Troye had himself a sugar daddy."

Angie laughed, "Not really- I mean he is older than Troye, yes, but that's as far as the sugar daddy comparison goes. Anyways, they broke up, Troye moved where he is now, and started to enjoy some nights out on the town. He and his parents then had a huge fight because Troye might have hooked up with a couple guys and they were worried about him going too far with it all, hence the reason why my colleagues and I were brought into the picture. But, it's not like he was an uncontrollable brat who caused us lots of problems. He actually seemed to enjoy having someone else there with him and I think attending school also helped him not feel the need to go out like he was before. That being said, I didn't think he was a whore, until of course he started to fuck with you Jacob and that's just not cool at all. And really, that doesn't make him a whore either, I'm just pissed at him. But, I would definitely not call him trash."

Jacob groaned, "I'm even more confused than I was before."

"Maybe he is just worried about another relationship going south?" Jed asked.

Jacob looked at Jed, "You are a genius, Jed! Angie," he said turning back to his phone, "DO you know anything about what happened with Troye and his Ex?"

Angie shook her head. "We never spoke about it. But, just considering what I do know, it couldn't have been a healthy experience. Troye's 18, I think he was 17 when he moved in with the boyfriend even. I don't know how anyone thought that was a good idea."

Jacob sighed, "Well, thanks for the info."

"You really do like him, don't you?" Angie asked. Jacob nodded. "I can't even explain it, Ang. I've never felt like this before."

Angie inhaled deeply, "I'll text you his number. But, maybe give him some space tonight, ok?"

Jacob smiled, "Yes! Thank you! I love you!"

Angie laughed, "Alright, talk to you later, baby, Love you too!" With that they disconnected the call. Seconds later, Jacob received a text with Troye's number in it and he quickly saved it to his phone.