Tracob: Senior Year

25

Jacob moped around on Sunday and was not feeling up for work by the time Monday rolled around, but he did love seeing the students, they always brightened his day and were enough of a reason for him not to just call off.

Jacob was sitting in his office catching up on e-mail when two of his most favorite students swung by. "Bixenman!" A student named Mason nearly squealed.

"Good morning Mason and Lydia, how are you both today?" Jacob smiled. Mason and Lydia were both seniors and officers in the performing arts department. Jacob just loved their love for music and their bubbly personalities.

"You'll never guess what happened!" Mason continued.

"What happened?" Jacob replied.

"Some dude just donated a whole bunch of money to the performing arts department yesterday," Mason said.

"That's great," Jacob smiled.

"No, Bix, listen. Like it's enough to cover our entire performing arts trip and help with like so much more as well AND he extended an open invitation if we would like to plan a time to check out Capitol records," Lydia jumped in.

"Why capital records?" Jacob asked.

"He's a musician signed to their label," Mason explained, "I'm sure you wouldn't know him. You're like way too Indy, but he's fabulous."

Jacob felt his heart rate increase a bit, "Try me."

"His name's Troye Sivan," Lydia replied.

Jacob felt as if he stopped breathing.

"See told you you wouldn't know him," Mason said taking Jacob's silence to indicate such a point.

"I, I might have heard of him," Jacob said not knowing how else to respond.

"Anyways, we just were excited and we knew you'd appreciate it since you love the arts very much," Mason said.

"And you love us!" Lydia added.

Jacob nodded, "Alright, well congrats, you two best head off to class."

Lydia and Mason said goodbye and Jacob quickly stood to shut his door. Immediately he dialed Adam's number.

"Jake- you ok?" Adam said.

"Oh my god, Adam- Troye just donated a bunch of fucking money to my school for the arts program," Jacob blurted out.

"Troye Sivan?"

"Yes of course," Jacob scoffed.

"Why?"

"I don't know!" Jacob answered.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence," Adam tried.

"No, Adam. Before Eric left he asked me what school I worked at," Jacob argued.

"That doesn't make sense though. You didn't even find Troye and talk to him on Saturday, right?" Adam questioned.

"But, I did, Adam. And I fucking kissed him," Jacob said.

"You kissed him?!?" Adam nearly screamed.

"After he told me how much he loved me in high school and how he's not been able to find anyone else to fall in love with and oh my god, Adam- do you think he might be interested in me?"

Adam laughed, "I can't fucking believe this...but of course he is interested!"

"What do I do? I don't even have his number?" Jacob lamented.

"Fuck that, show up at his place with flowers and then fuck him long and hard," Adam said almost too excitedly.

Jacob sighed, "You are getting ahead of the game here, flowers would be nice but like, I don't know where he lives."