JacobI found Jacob in his room, dancing to the music that was playing loudly on his phone. He looked like he didn’t give a damn care in the world. It was also the first time I’d seen him like this. Which meant this was bad. It was all levels bad, and it was all my fault. I stood in the doorway, watching him. Scared to go in. Terrified to call out to him… to touch him. This was the biggest mess up in all histories of… mess ups and I didn’t know what to do. Or how to fix it. Managed to summon some courage to walk in. “Hey,” I said, tapping him on his back, and when he turned to look at me, my heart almost stopped.“He..hey. Is it my turn now, pretty boy?”What? What the fuck did he mean by that? “Can we talk… please?” Picked up his phone from the bed and paused the music. “Damn Jacob. What the fuck do you want from me man.” He snorted. “You can go be with Mr Richard… or whoever else you decide to cheat on me with.”My face was shades of confusion. ‘Cheat?’ Wouldn’t it be only
JacobDaniel looked at me like I had just betrayed everything we had, when Mr. Richard came strutting back into his room.His body tensed, like he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders, but determined to hide it away in his perfectly ironed shirt. The air suddenly became thick and awkward… again. Unspoken words hung in the air, eyes rolling at each other. He shot Daniel a quick glance, like he was checking to see if the coast was clear. Then he turned and said to me, "We need to talk. Alone, if you don’t mind."Daniel looked at me, shaking his head, “No.”His face suddenly went all pale when I spoke. “Just a few minutes.”Didn’t expect him to give his permission or understand, but the look on his face broke my heart. He looked like he'd seen a ghost or something. He was playing with the bedsheets, not looking at either of us, but I knew he was fuming inside like a ball of fire.I felt like crap already. I knew I shouldn't have to break my promise, but Richard has this way
Jacob“Mr Richard!” Our voice echoed in unison. “You weren’t in your room, Jacob.” Mr Jacob said, eyes glancing from me to Jacob. “It would be really nice if you could learn how to knock… or they didn’t teach you that in college?” Daniel snarled at him. But Mr Richard ignored him. His eyes still scanning the room. Daniel's fingers were still lightly around my neck, just tight enough to make it a little hard to breathe… or even move.But I guess that was his plan. He knew he had me under his control, and there was no way for me to escape or run to Mr Richard. Before Mr Richard interrupted our little game. Daniel had one hand propped up on the headboard of the bed and was kind of smiling down at me after I promised to stay away from my favorite teacher. "Say it again," he muttered, his voice all low and threatening, but in a fun way, I suppose. With Daniel, sometimes you never know."Make me," I shot back, smiling up at him.He squeezed just a bit more, but only for a quick secon
JacobThe dining hall felt like they were closing in on me as I stood there, looking at Daniel.After what he said, I wanted to turn and leave, but that would only mean one thing. That he had won, and I was accepting defeat. Since the incident at the office, he hadn’t even tried talking to me… or apologize for acting like a fucking wild animal towards our teacher. And now, in front of everyone in the hall, he was calling out to me, but still wasn’t talking to me. The dinner nightmare, I kept feeling like something was missing… someone, but I couldn’t quite put my hand on it. Our table was awfully quiet today. No one was talking to anyone or trying to make a silly joke. Suddenly i felt empty… like something had been sucked out of me.Like I was forgetting something… something important.Tried to rack my brain for answers… but there were none. Glanced towards Daniel’s table, and they had quieted down too. None of them was talking… or laughing.Their faces were down on their plate
RichardWhenever I got Jacob alone, Daniel always found a way to ruin it. But maybe that’s what I wanted. To take away the ‘golden boy’s’ toy from him. Since being in the school. It didn’t matter if there was a reason for me to do it. Jacob was a very bright student, just like Daniel, but that didn’t mean they should end up together in any way… shape or form. I couldn't care less what they both do with their lives, as long as they don’t do it with each other. I’d liked Jacob the very first time he’d introduced himself in class. He was a breath of fresh air, after months of having to deal with these elite assholes. I’d wanted to have a relationship with him… of a teacher and a student.That was it. He was like a little project that caught my interest, and I wanted to protect him. To keep him away.From the dark secrets that loomed in the walls of this school… from Daniel.But that one night had changed everything. I’d thought Jacob was just an innocent scholarship kid who neede
DanielJacob was sitting on the floor, opposite Mr Richard’s office. He jumped up on his feet, and immediately the door opened. “What the fuck Daniel?” His voice was breaking.“Don’t say… a fucking word to me.” I snapped, my finger pointing at his face. “Let’s go back to the dorm.”“No.”“I won’t repeat myself, Jake,” I said, my chest brushing against his.“I’m not leaving with you, Daniel. You don’t own me.” His eyes were fixed on mine, without blinking for even a second.But I did own him, at least until the school year was over. That was the agreement, and he was breaking it.And for what?Mr fucking Richard who didn’t give a rat’s ass about him… or anyone for that matter. But beating up Mr Richard just because Reggie saw him in his office wasn’t part of the contract either. Only I knew Mr Richard too well, and what he was capable of. There was no way he would have Jacob in his office after school hours… unless he had ulterior motives. “Oh, but I do, pretty boy.” My forehead w
JacobThe bell rang, after class, loud and annoying, and everyone bolted out of the classroom like it was on fire. Daniel was still not speaking to me, and Reggie?Well, Reggie wasn’t speaking to him either. Backpacks zipped up, chairs scraping the floor, and laughs bouncing off the walls. But not me, I just sat there, all nervous and fidgety.Wanted to go over to where Daniel was, but what would I say if I did? “Sorry, I made us go to the clearing… sorry it’s my fault that you and Reggie aren’t talking.”Daniel stuffed his books into his backpack, and I watched him leave the classroom without even noticing me.Waited a few minutes before I could follow, but Mr Richard had other plans for me."Jacob, hang on a sec?" Mr Richard called out, like it was no big deal. Like he hadn't done something awful to me.Like our relationship was still that of a teacher and his favorite student. I should've told him no, not today. Should have told him that I had a lot of catching up on my studie
JacobBefore I could even say a word. Daniel already had Reggie on the floor. His fists flying in and out of Reggie’s face. “How could you do this, Reg.” His voice was breaking and I tried to get him off of Reggie, but failed. Reggie also tried to talk, but he landed a punch on his lip. “You’re fucking dead, you bastard.” He yelled. Then a phone buzzed. It wasn’t mine. It was Daniel’s.He flung Reggie to the side, picked up his phone, and his whole expression changed when he opened the text. “Who’s that?” I asked. He didn’t answer, he slumped to the ground beside Reggie’s battered face, and just handed me his phone.It was from the same unknown number that had been texting us for weeks. The text was short.“Poor Reggie, suffering for what he knows nothing about.”The text broke my heart, but I could see it did worse to Daniel. Reggie was innocent, and he’d been battered by Daniel… his best friend. The stalker must have sent Reggie a text to meet as well. He just wanted both h
JacobThe next day came quicker than I’d anticipated. It felt like few minutes ago since Daniel was in my room, and now it was morning. Time sure did go fast when you’re having a blast. Maybe I was sad, because I didn’t want Daniel to leave… or maybe it was because of the text from last night. “The clearing tomorrow night.”It sounded more like a threat than an invitation, and it was only a few hours until nightfall. “Don’t worry about it, pretty boy. I’m sure it’s someone deprived of attention.”“You don’t know that.”“Yeah… I say we ignore it.”“What do you mean… ignore it? We can’t ignore it. This person has an intimate photo of us… and… and he could post it whenever he wanted.”“Exactly, Jake. We're going to meet… whoever this person is won’t change anything.”“We have to try at least. Maybe we going could make them change their mind. We could convince them.”“This seems like blackmail… and you don’t convince blackmailers… Jake.”“You may be right…. but we’re going. We can’t ri