Jacob Sartorius Imagines

Spontaneously Combust (silly)

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lyrics, 22: "i got that red lip classic thing that you like"
lyrics, 27: "every jaw drops when she's in those jeans"

I could feel Jacob's gaze burning into the side of my face as I quickly jotted down the notes we were supposed to write displayed on the smart board. I wrote quickly and sloppily, because the teacher had a habit of changing the slide before any of the students were done copying it. I tried to ignore Jacob's obviously state and focus on my notes.

I finished the bullets displayed on the slide, placing my favorite orange mechanical down on my notebook, feeling satisfied with myself that I completed the notes before Mr. Whiting had the chance to change the slide. I could still see Jacob out of the corner of my eye, just staring at me. It didn't even look like he was blinking.

I finally turned my head. "What are you staring at?" I squinted at him.

He simply smirked, not releasing his stare. "Oh, you know," he chuckled, still not blinking, "You."

I rolled my eyes and turned my head back just as the slide changed. I began to write down the new information as his gaze never left me. "Why are you looking at me?" My eyes flickered back and forth from the board to my lined paper as I asked him.

"I'm kind of just hoping that I'll get you to spontaneously combust if I try hard enough." Jacob stated bluntly. I couldn't see it, but I could picture that oh so familiar smirk on his face.

Jacob and I met this year, we'd been placed in seats next to each other in two classes. We never became friends, but we talked mainly to each other in those classes. However, "talking" with Jacob often meant delivering the most clever insults to each other that we could think of. We were always playfully rude, having a fake hatred for each other. It was kind of fun.

"Well," I began as I came to the end of my page, flipping it over to a blank sheet, "If I'm being honest, I would rather spontaneously combust than be in Mr. Whiting's class." I heard him chuckle. "But there might be another reason you're staring at me."

He cocked his head as I met his gaze. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

"You, Jacob Sartorius, have a crush on me." I smirked at him, watching as he rolled his eyes.

"No way." He scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Oh really? I think you do."

"Explain."

"Well, it's kind of ironic how every time I wear this lipstick, you look at me a little longer than usual." I was wearing my bright red lipstick that my aunt got me for my birthday. It's my favorite one, but I only wear it on certain days because it's so bold. I have to be in a mood for the extra attention, I guess. "And i also heard you and Joey taking the other day, and you said, and I quote, 'bro when girls wear red lipstick, it's so hot'."

He laughed out loud this time. "Oh please, I hardly consider you a girl." I squinted, furrowing my brows at him. He instantly stuck his hands up. "Sorry, I'm kidding. Just kidding." I smirked at this in satisfaction, my eyes returning to my notes.

"And, every time I wear these jeans, I catch you glancing at my thighs, or a few times, even my butt, Mr. Sartorius." I glanced up from my page, watching his face contort and blush crimson.

"Shut up." He finally looked down. I laughed silently to myself. He didn't even deny it. We were both quiet a minute. I was waiting for him to say something else. And then, he did. "Every guy stares at your ass, especially looking like that. Every jaw drops when you're in those jeans."

My eyes widened at his bluntness. "Damn, way to be straightforward, Sartorius," I laughed and he laughed along with me weakly. I could tell he was still embarrassed. "So, i think that I can confirm my suspicions. You have a crush on me." I pointed my pencil at him. I usually wasn't this bold. Maybe the lipstick was giving me extra confidence that I usually don't have.

Jacob shook his head and closed his eyes, but I couldn't help but notice his blush. He smiled, and for the first time, I actually noticed something. Jacob was kind of cute.

"I will neither confirm nor deny your suspicions," he licked his lips, eyes flickering down to my thighs and back up, "but, I would love it if I could get your number."

I smiled, and this time, I was the one blushing. I tore off an edge of my page, quickly scrawling my number on it. At the end, I put a little heart on it, just to tease. I handed Jacob the slip, putting the bottom of my pencil in my mouth, between my teeth. I watched him grin as he eyed the paper.

"Alright then," He put the paper in his pocket. "I think maybe I could take you out sometime. Maybe this weekend." He wasn't looking at me anymore, and instead at the board that contained the notes that he was supposed to be—but not—writing down.

I cocked my head, chewing my pencil eraser. "Sounds like a plan."

"Oh, just one thing." Jacob said.

"What?"

"Don't spontaneously combust before then, alright? I know my physiological powers are strong, and they're not reversible, but if you find yourself feeling like you're about to randomly catch fire, just... don't."

I giggled, watching as he looked over at me, a smirk on his face. "I'll try not to, Sartorius.

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