Jacob Sartorius You Can Wear My Sweatshirt の小説・ストーリー

“It’s not a date.” “Sure,” he said, grinning. “And I’m secretly a fairy princess.” I glared at him. “I don’t need your sarcasm.” “No, but you need a shirt. And some sanity.” He stood and walked over to the pile, rummaging like it was a game. Then he held one up—deep navy, soft but tailored. “This. It says, ‘I’m brooding but approachable.’ Very on-brand.” I took it from him, staring at the fabric like it held answers. “Thanks.”

My life seemed to have been washed with a radiant hope I'd hardly known since my family fell apart. I quickly took a shower then put on a fresh set of clothes while grinning and humming the entire time. Since it was beginning to look like spring - at least from my end, I went for a simple pair of blue shorts with a white sweatshirt Lucas had given to me that night. The famous sweatshirt that caused a scandal.

Guess it finally did. [Damn, she's lucky, right? Andrew Arlington. That family's serious old money.] [For real. I heard her dress alone cost five figures today.] [Five figures? No way. I heard it was custom. Just the hand embroidery took three months...] Skeet exited the chat. Bella in that dress kept flashing in his head. Then he laughed. It came out bitter, like chewing sand. Seven years. He thought they were solid. He was wrong. What he called "solid" was her staying quiet. Putting up with everything. Always backing him.

Gold-colored chairs lined either side, and all the pack members were present, their faces illuminated with smiles and joy. At the front stood Jacob, wearing a navy blue suit that hugged his muscular frame. His light brown hair was slicked back, and a single white rose adorned his breast pocket, a striking contrast against the deep blue fabric. I felt a surge of emotion as I took in the sight of him, radiating confidence and happiness. But a nagging doubt crept into my mind. What was happening here?

He smirked before jogging towards the door, his sweatpants clinging to his waist and his tattoos more visible than last night, encompassed around his whole body. "Does that guy ever wear a shirt?" Jordon huffed, low enough for me to hear but not loud enough for Elijah to hear, looking up I smiled which he returned a friendly one, both trying to keep ourselves from laughing. Despite his hard exterior, he seemed genuine, in fact, he and Elijah are the epitome of juxtaposition. "Well, like I said," He continued, "It's just my opinion, doesn't mean you actually have to believe it."

Candy replied happily. It was her best friend on the trend! Even though it was like a scandal, she still felt happy for her. "5 seconds!" Stephany looked at Juma with a meaningful look and he mouthed. "Ask her what are you wearing?" "What am I wearing in the picture?" She asked word by word afraid of the reality. What if they were captured together. "From top, a brown G4 leather jacket with black sleeves left open, black long Jordan shirt, black leather G4 pants that hangs above the uncles with the puma open shoes. Siz did you not go to work today-" The line was cut.

His polo shirt was drenched in sweat. “There. You need to put a kit in your car. If you’re so damn worried someone will find it, put it where they can’t find it. Also, if you’re going to be playing hero to that little lady, you will start needing a nightly treatment.” Linux said, wiping away the sweat that had formed on his own head. “Uhg, I hate sweating. I’m staying over and stealing your cloths as payment.” he complained as Tarrin finally started breathing slower and was able to sit forward.

Jacob called his brother with a sigh. Asta stopped discussing something with Zara. "Where did you buy something like this?" Jacob was wearing a hoodie jacket. "I want more of this." "Wow! Did I hear it right? You're going to use your funds to buy human stuff? I thought your wealth was just for us because you don't need it?" Asta asked as if surprised.

Kalex laughed at him. I just passed him and sat down. Joshua and the others are still joking with him. Joshua also approached afterwards. He handed me a red sweater, one of our collaboration designs. it comes with a black tote bag with a design of a mixture of crescent moon and rose. I change my clothes into high waist short, then the sweater, Airmax shoes. My hair is messy bun and my makeup is even lighter. Kalex is sweatpants, red shirt from the collaboration item, then Nike shoes and belt bag. Only the shoes and bottom are not from our collaboration design.

But when the girls offered us drinks at the party we both gagged and politely declined. We exchanged gifts. Selma had given me and Jenny both the cutest personalized sweatshirts that said ‘Glacier City College’ on the front and on the back it said ‘Dancin our Asses off… just kidding do you see our asses?’ It was so cute and funny and she got them made herself so no one else would have them. Similarly our boss gave us sweatshirts that said ‘The Buffalo’ on them. And had a picture of an actual buffalo and a mountain on it.