Just some why don't we fanfics 🙃
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"I got his number!!" I bursted into my apartment, squealing loudly to my 2 best friends. Jaylynn bursted into a salvo and joined me, while Jack stood there, jaw clenched.
"You alright there, buddy?" I asked Jack. He gave a very forced smile before looking away.
"Alright then..." I mumbled, until Jaylynn pulled me into a bear hug.
"So when's the date?!" She asked.
"We haven't arranged it yet, but I'm sure he'll ask me soon."
"Omg omg omg omg I'm so excited!!" She bellowed, "give me all the details tomorrow, because I have to go."
"I will!"
"Bye, guys! Love you both!!"
Jack and I waved goodbye to her, while the weird tension between us lurks around. I looked back at Jack, only finding him glaring at me.
"What?" I questioned uneasily. His eyes wandered around my lips for a second, and instantly went back to my eyes.
"Why him?" His voice cracked, "what does he know about you that I don't?!"
"Wha-"
"What did he do that was more special?!" His volume rose, making me flinch.
"Special what?!" I questioned, clearly confused.
"Clearly he doesn't deserve you!" He spat at me, while walking closer, causing me to take a couple steps back.
"Everything I do for you, was it just because we're friends?!"
"Jack.." I was finally leaning against the wall, Jack still coming closer.
"Why can't we be more..?" Tears rolled down his face as he grabbed my hand and pinned me against the wall. I could feel his heavy breathing against my face, his cologne lingering. It's funny how he sent chills down my body in ways Jace never did.
"Oh lord, jack.." I shivered before he pressed his lips onto mine. I felt his legs between my thighs, as he asked for entrance to my mouth. I allowed him, as it turned to a heated make-out session. It felt great. I never wanted it to stop. He moved down to my necks, trying to find my sweetspot. He bit it gently, as my moan told him he found it.
GOTCHA BITCH
Did you really think I was gonna make a smut? Well, you're wrong. Don't ever judge a book by its cover. Besides, it's too soon, and I feel weird if I kept on doing it so....
