Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Fourteen

(This gets smutty.)

Eventually you arrived at Stephanie's house. You could hear dogs barking in the distance, probably from her backyard. "Sounds like the dogs are outside," she commented as she slid out of the car. She reached into the backseat to retrieve her art supplies with a smile. "As soon as I put this stuff in my room I'll text you the professor's number, okay?"

"All right, Steph, thanks a bunch."

"Hey, not a problem. Thanks again, bye!" She waved and ran off up her driveway, scooting around a huge black truck before letting herself in through the gate. The barking dogs stopped immediately thereafter.

Your drive home- which surprisingly wasn't all that far away- was uneventful on the outside, but inside, for whatever reason, you felt awash and lost at sea, in a way.

She's been texting him every day. Does that really bother me that much?

Apparently it does. But she has no idea what's been going on, I trust him not to tell her anything... otherwise...

You shook your head to try and clear your thoughts. No, dwelling on it would do you no good.

You pulled into your own driveway soon enough, sliding out of the parked car and locking it after grabbing your purse and school things. The house was, as usual, empty, save for your presence. You didn't even have any pets; the house had been left to you from your parents, already paid off.

After school was over and you graduated, you had every intention of finding a job in your field. You knew you would be able to.

Your phone buzzed with an oncoming text. It must have been Stephanie, who remembered to give you the professor's number. Checking your phone, you were right.

Your heart sped up a good deal. You now had Seán's personal cell phone number.

What if it's actually a work cell phone? I shouldn't be sending anything inappropriate to him if that's the case!

You rubbed the back of your neck and went about your business, making dinner for yourself and doing homework. The evening proved to be a fairly boring one, but the fact that you had his number seemed to loom over your head like a storm cloud.

I should text him. Just so that he at least has my number.

Grabbing your phone, you saved his contact information and took a deep breath. [Hey, Professor, Stephanie gave me your cell phone number. I just thought you'd like to have mine.]

There. That was simple enough. No big deal. I can calm the hell down now.

The response was nearly immediate. [Is this who I think it is?]

You paused. Who did he think it was? [Yes.]

[Prove it. Right now.]

Even though his demand was through a text message, it still sent a nice chill down your back. So you raised the phone a little and smiled, taking a selfie to send to him. [Does this answer your question?]

[Are you being smart with me?]

Yikes. You rubbed the back of your neck, frowning a little bit. [No, sir. I'm sorry.]

[That's what I thought. So Stephanie gave you my number? What's the occasion?]

[I just... thought you would like to have it.]

[It's useless to me unless you have something to actually talk about. Message me if you dream of me again so I can guide you on what to do.]