"Move your arms." He demanded. "I'm going to write on you."
I pushed him away as he reached for me and yelped. "What?" I exclaimed, moving away as far as I could before his hand came down and blocked me in the corner. "No!"
He sneered. "So what, you get to draw on me and I don't get to draw on you?"
"No!" I insisted, though I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to explain my reasoning behind this. I sure as hell wasn't going to let him just draw on me like that. If I did that there was no denying that I was truly one of the greatest carpets of all time, letting everyone just walk all over me.
"I didn't even draw on you, all you've got is a little..." Observing his face only made me want to laugh, which wasn't great for making my point. I pointed at him, "That's nothing!"
"I have to look presentable." He hissed. "Unlike you."
I felt a flare of annoyance. "I look great."
He scoffed. "You dress like a homeless man pretending to be a student here. Your hair is a mess and your shoes look like they might be missing a part of their soles."
I glared at him. "My hair is like this naturally, what do you want me to do? Get a fucking perm? And my shoes are fine! The people checking my luggage at the airport cut into them for some reason, not my fault!"
He frowned. "You shouldn't wear them then, get new shoes."
This guy was worse than the teachers here. "Shut up, don't tell me what to do, you don't own me!"
His gaze grew dark in reply, he looked really pissed off, angry was probably an understatement.
He smiled. "Really?" He asked me, a sharp quality to his voice that made me look over his shoulder at the exit.
"Really." I confirmed, awkwardly slipping as I put my hand on the sink.
His glare was so dark I wanted to try washing myself down the sink drain but I knew that wouldn't work. I knew it for a fact, I'd tried once when I was four, under the influence of some very misleading cartoons. Unfortunate too, because it would have probably been my only chance at escaping Mr Prefect.
He towered over me, not allowing me to leave but also not saying anything. I looked sideways and couldn't help but think that he really shouldn't be putting his hands on the dirty walls of the school toilets like that. Of course I didn't say anything because looking back at his face I got the impression that one wrong word would incite him to bite a limb off.
I wondered if he ever looked that way around anyone else... because all day long I only saw him smile kindly at others, not kind as in friendly but kind as in not about to search for a spell that will set me on fire.
For some reason the idea that he disliked me so much irked me. Okay, I drew on his face, big deal, surely there were other people in his form that messed with him? He was a prefect after all, kids in charge of anything usually end up as the brunt of some jokes at least half of the time. I mean the kid that used to be in charge of collecting homework used to get teased all the time... but he did also have a birthmark on his upper lip that looked like Hitler's moustache.
"I-" I was about to continue protesting when I saw the expression on Jacob's face darken. He was fucking scary looking sometimes. And yet the way his eyebrows pointed sharply without creasing his face and paired together with his perfect nose and sharp clear eyes and thick lips. He was definitely a looker. I didn't always notice that but when he was angry like he was now it was especially noticeable.
"It was just a bit of ink!" I protested.
He grunted. "You have no idea how much I'd like to simply..." He trailed off, mumbling something under his breath in a low growl. No matter how I strained my ears I couldn't understand him.
I jumped when he slammed a hand down right beside my head against the wall behind me. My heart beat loudly, my body wondering why exactly I wasn't doing some kind of hopscotch to get out of here as fast as I could when we were clearly being threatened and my brain was momentarily distracted by how bizarrely handsome he looked in that moment.
"Either I draw on you, or you make a fair trade, because I can't call a teacher over this when I know that's just going to cause me more trouble that it will ever cause you." He told me, his voice some how not quite as angry as he appeared to be, but loud enough that I had to try to peak over his shoulder on tip toes to see if anyone had heard us, either from inside or from outside, but the coast seemed unfortunately clear, no one to be seen.
I looked up at him, feeling uneasy. It wasn't a big deal, all I did was get ink on his face. He was overreacting. He was supposed to be embarrassed and angry and bare it throughout the day, not confront me for it. How was I supposed to get back at anyone if they kept confronting me outright?
I groaned, rubbing my face with my hands.
He leaned down, suddenly eye level with me, which only lit a spark of annoyance in me at the fact that our height differences became so pronounced when he leaned down like this. It made me feel tiny when I was trapped like this by him.
He slammed his backpack on the sink, apparently not worried about it getting soaked or anything, and fished out a pen, removing the lid so that it skidded across the floor towards the door which I was considering making a run for.
I tensed up as he approached my face with the pen but I was ready to let him just do whatever. I'd deal with it. If it was something super embarrassing I'd just have to peal off the first layer of my skin, or wear a nun costume or something. I'm not pressed, I'm not worried.
"Don't..." I swallowed. "Don't do something crazy."
I briefly saw the wandering gaze on his face before I winced as he drew the pen close and closed my eyes but I never felt the tip of it land anywhere on my face.
Then silence, I waited, cringing, but eventually opened my eyes to see him staring at me, way closer than I expected. He looked away before I could figure out what was going through his mind.
I'm not sure why but having him that close to me and not punching me or yelling at me or... doing something, I don't know, just something... It made me nervous as hell. I felt like I was noticing everything about him when he was that close, that I had to be careful not to move or I would brush his hand accidentally or something... Just nervous for whatever reason.
He was quiet though, and looked a little distracted.
"What-"
"I can't draw on your face." He said, suddenly.
He smelled nice, I wasn't sure if it was shampoo or cologne but it smelled good... Probably cologne because the smell of shampoo faded quickly but it smelled like shampoo. Fresh and clean just like Jacob.
It took me a whole moment to realise he had said something, a whole other moment to finally absorb what it was. I grinned slowly. "Okay-" I was about to continue before he interrupted.
"Because if the teachers see... They'll judge me for that, not you." He continued, looking about as annoyed as you might be having accidentally run over your own cat.
I'd never seen someone appear so irritated they couldn't draw on me, but then again I was experiencing a lot of 'firsts' these past few days. It was like life had decided it really didn't like me chilling like that.
We stood there in silence for a while. He looked like he might be thinking hard, although sometimes his face was harder to read, all he seemed to visibly show was annoyance and impassive aggressiveness. At least to me in any case. He smiled nicely at everyone else.
He smirked suddenly and I immediately wanted to take a step back. "Open up your shirt." He decided.
I stared at him like he might just have turned into a radioactive cockroach in front of me. "What now?"
"I said open up your shirt idiot, are you deaf?"
"I'm not-"
"I'll write on your chest." He grinned.
I shoved at him, about to speak, and was struck for a second how little the guy moved regardless of how hard I pushed. Was I just really fucking weak or something?
"You can write on my leg!"
"That's not embarrassing." He snickered.
I groaned. "My arm then!"
"PE."
Oh right, short sleeved shirts. "I don't have PE today." I frowned.
He nodded. "Tomorrow you do, and this shit will still be on you tomorrow like it will be on my fucking face tomorrow."
I flushed red. Man, I really didn't think it was that strong. It was just supposed to be a quick prank, he'd wash it off and hate me but it wouldn't cause any actual problems. I was beginning to think I should resign from the world of practical jokes because despite giving me a good chuckle they always seemed to backfire on me in the end.
I didn't say anything for a moment, looking up at him, at those piercing eyes, and immediately looking over his shoulder. Too tall, and too intimidating to look directly at, like the sun.
Finally, I groaned loudly and nodded. I tried to move sideways but his arm was in the way and it wouldn't move.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To the cubicle." I hissed. "Unless you want me to strip in the middle of the boys toilets."
He scoffed, but let me out, following me as I walked towards the cubicle.
"You're not a girl, stop being so dramatic about it. No one would give a shit if they saw you with a couple buttons undone."
I growled at him, turning around inside the cubicle to see him locking the door. "They would definitely look twice if they saw the school prefect drawing on me like I was a colouring book though. Good luck explaining that shit you fucking idiot."
He didn't say anything but just smirked to himself as he fumbled through his backpack again and I stared at him incredulously as he pulled out his weapon of choice. Who the hell even brought markers to school?!
[A/N] Yes sorry this is a day late, I got heatstroke yesterday and felt too sick to write a chapter. I feel like the interest in this book has spiked, for a while there no one was reading it, so I wasn't too worried people would notice.
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