Jake Lookism Novels & Stories

Come on, Jake, come over here and sweep her off of her feet and leave me the fuck alone, I thought. "Who are you looking for?" Liliana asked. "No one," I giggled nervously. Liliana looked at me suspiciously. I wish I was a better liar. I suddenly saw Jake. He was wearing a white shirt paired with a leather jacket and jeans. I hate to admit, but he looked damn good in that outfit. If he wasn't the biggest jerk of the century, I would've had a crush on him. Looks-wise he was just my type with his longish dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a sharp jaw. He was nicely built, probably because he had enough exercise beating up people at our school. I saw him looking at us then he started to walk

Stop caring. “As long as he makes you happy, Sophs?” Jake is now the one analyzing my face, looking a little too closely, which only makes my heart race as though I have something to hide. I wonder now really what he is doing. He has that knowing look in his eye, smug yet cool with a hint of “all-seeing” about him. I wonder if he has told Arrick that he maybe thinks Chris is gay but judging by his mood I think maybe not.

I forced a smile. “Jumy, it’s really you,” Jake smiled. I smiled back at him. He had aged well, he looked more mature, and dare I say, hotter than I remembered. He was also dressed in workout gear, which meant he was taking a jog too, or maybe he was on his way to a gym? The big question was: “What are you doing here?” Jake asked me. He let his eyes shamelessly roam over my body. Old habits were really hard to stop, weren’t they?

Laura After coffee, we got dressed and made our way out of the apartment. We ran into Jake in the hallway, as he stepped out of one of the numbered doors. “Morning,” he mumbled, clearly hungover. “You guys look too fuckin happy. It’s nauseating.” His gray eyes were bloodshot, his dirty blonde hair sticking up in every direction, and he was bare-chested under his cut. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, an unlit cigarette dangling from his fingers. He winced as he straightened up, running a hand over his face.

I answered in between laughs. Kai turned to the two arguing, "why are you arguing over me? I mean I know I'm attractive and smoking hot but I didn't think you two rolled that way, especially you Jake," he said with a smirk. Someone kill me now, because this was beyond hilarious. It almost made me forget that Alexis was having her surgery and Leah was donating her bone marrow to her. "There's nothing wrong with being gay," Jake said. "The LGBTQIA+ community welcomes everyone with different sexualities and I'm proud to be a part of such an inclusive community."

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but this was the closest they’d come to anything resembling a lead. “You should know, though,” Jake added, “if I had a more recent picture, it would have saved me the trip. However, this woman's description and name are too close to Solo’s to ignore. I have to see her for myself to be sure. This freckled face, goofy-looking four-eyed geek in her high school yearbook isn’t much to go on. Geez, who doesn't have social media in the 21st century.” Jake sighed.

“Emma, how are you?” He smiles as he approaches me at the bar. Jake is a lecturer in Social Studies (whatever that means), so as well as having a bum I could keep under observation all day, he’s a chatty man too. He’s wearing fitted jeans, vintage trainers and a T-shirt showing off biceps that could have been inflated with a tyre pump. I’ve dressed in what could be the first thing to fall out of my wardrobe – skinny jeans with a cotton shirt and military boots.

His smile grew wider, when he saw guitars of various types and shapes and several other musical instruments. “Long time no see you here.” Jake turned his head, a woman with long wavy hair, dyed blonde, was smiling sweetly at him. “How are you? You haven't been seen on the television screen for a long time since breaking up with Clarisa.” Jake smiled faintly. “I'm fine.” “No sadness or something?” Jake snorted. “I'm the one who dumped her, why am I the one who's sad?” His feet stepped towards one of the white guitars that had been intrigued him for a long time. “I've stopped being an actor. Want to focus on business and family.”

"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously

Jack looked up from his laptop as Jake came barging into his study. "Jake" he said in a calm tone. Jake slapped his hands down on the table in front of him. "Well, that was epic, man!" "What are you talking about, Jake?" "You know exactly what I'm talking about, man. Coming to the club without anyone knowing before hand, then having a public session? That was DOPE!" Jack rolled his eyes. Jake was really hard to stop when he was on a roll.