Lost (Troye Sivan)

18. Confession

Troye's POV
"Hey." A message popped up on my phone when I was working. I decided to ignore it at first. But when I noticed that it was Jacob's message, I immediately replied.
"Good morning!!" I smiled as I typed.
"I need to tell you something really important and I will confess about a thing." He sent.
"Yes?"
"Don't be mad at me."
Of course I won't get mad at Jacob. He must have thought too much.
"I won't!"
"You will."
His serious full stops are scaring me.
"Nah just say it. I promise I won't get angry or what."
"I'm not Jacob." He typed.
Lol, so he's trying to trick me again. If that's the case, I will let the show go on.
"Oh no! You're not Jacob, who are you!" I laughed.
"I really ain't Jacob."
"Ahh I'm so scared!! I'm typing with a Jacob who said he wasn't Jacob!!" I still can't stop laughing because it's too funny.
"That's not a joke and it's not funny. I'm not fucking Jacob and I lied to you about all of this. I'm sorry."
Funny. So he still wanted to continue hahha.
I wanted to type a "lol stop.", but he typed faster than me.
"Jacob Bixenman died already."
Now, I don't think it's funny anymore. Shit, Is Jacob being kidnapped? Did any murderers climbed into his house? I quickly put on my clothes, I got no time to put on my mask or my cap. I just ran to his house with my fullest speed.
To my surprise, when I rang the bell, Jacob opened for me with a very calm face. Still, from his face you can see that he's nervous too.
"Oh god I thought you were murdered!! So you're trying to make me scared and get to your house because you want us to-"
Jacob shock his head.
"I will repeat only one more time, I'm not Jacob." When he finished saying this, he looked away.
I look at him with confusion. He IS Jacob. That handsome, sweet and tall man I love. But now I'm losing my patience.
"What's wrong with your attitude? I got no time to play tricks with you or joke with you. I got many work to do and I still came to your house because I was scared what happened to you. Please, Jacob, stop this joke, it's not funny anymore." I said to him.
"Don't call me Jacob. That's not my name. Besides, the whole thing isnt funny at all, it's only you who find it funny." He finished talking and slammed the door.
I stood there like a statue. Jacob said he wasn't Jacob? I've never seen him treating me like this before. My blood boiled and I rushed back home.