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57. Dear Jake, I hate you.

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Thursday.            

august 18

3 days.

"Maggie. Jake." knock knock knock

"Mgghhggmm." I grumble rolling over.

"Wake up." knock KNOCK KNOCK

"Noooooo." I hear Jake groan from my side.

Wait. who's in our apartment.

I sit up fast making my head dizzy. I flip my hair out of my face.

"Jake." I whisper.

"Mmm."

"Jake." I whisper louder poking him.

He sighs and opens his eyes. "What Mags."

Knock knock knock. "Would you too get out here."

Jake looks at the door and then back at me. "Who is that?" I ask Jake.

"MAGGIE JAMES GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"

He shrugs i dunno.

He gets up and grabs the blanket off the bed as I grab it to wrap it around myself.

"No Jake." I say trying to pull it away from him.

He pulls on it too. He grins. "Give it to me."

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HIM GIVING IT TOO YOU NOW GET OUT HERE!"

"Andrew?" I ask. Just then Jake yanks on the blanket and I fall off the bed.

"YES ANDREW WHO DID YOU THINK IT WAS MARY POPPINS!" He yells throughout the door. I ignore him.

"Jake give it to me." I'm on the ground now trying to pull the blanket from him.

He pulls it away wrapping it around his waist and starts to walk to the door I stick out my leg and he trips over it falling on the ground.

"Maggie what was that?" A female voice yells though the door.

"Just a second." I yell back.

I climb on top of Jake and grab the blanket holding it over my head as I start to stand up. He grabs my hips and rolls us over so he's on top I scream from the sudden movement.

"Jake whats going on?" Andrew yells.

"Nothing hold on."

"We have to go now!!!" Jenna yells.

Stretching out and holding the blanket over my head from Jake he stretches out over the top of me and moves up to grab the blanket. I feel him hard against my thigh.

"Jake NO!" I yell as he inches higher and he slides into me.

"Are you too covered i'm coming in!" Andrew yells.

"NO!" Me and Jake yell together.

"I'm giving you ten seconds." He yells.

"Ten

eight.."

Me and Jake grab the blanket together he pulls out of me and I groan he stands up pulling me with him.

"seven

six

five"

We manage to get the blanket wrapped around the both of us.

"four

three

two"

"Jake." I whisper furiously. "stop being hard."

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