Arthur's p.o.v
With a scowl plastered on my face, I go through the messages Shenaya send me after I called Jake right in front of her and hopped in my car.
Shenaya: Fuck u, Arthur.
Shenaya: I don't give a fuck about you
Shenaya: pick up your phone, baby
Shenaya: What you did was wrong and I hope your dick falls off before you put it in that other bitch
I wasn't in the mood to have a fight about something as unimportant as coincidentally moaning someone else's name during our climax. It was an accident that she can easily get over. I'm the one that's in a position to worry.
Leaned back against my car seat with my hands crossed over my chest, I observe the two figures seemingly gossiping in front of my car. With my attention mostly on Jake, I watch how he occasionally glances towards the car, bites his lip and nods hesitantly when Deandra tells him something.
I wonder how he would react if he found out that he was in my head during sex, he clouded my vision as I reached my peek and the more I thrusted into Shenaya, the more Jake became clearer under me until I couldn't see anyone else but him. I wanted to be disgusted, I wanted it to stop but all I could feel in that moment was lust and I craved him. The image brought the beast out.
This isn't the first time I've experienced this in a week. I woke up hard as fuck and confused this morning after dreaming about something as horrendous as someone whispering 'daddy' in my ear. Jake unknowingly turned all of my thoughts into reality and before I could control myself, I groped his waist and almost buried his face on the table and fucked him into oblivion.
'This ain't it' I think to myself with a headshake. I keep going against my own word every time I'm around him. I'm wasn't supposed to mislead him into thinking I'm interested but I've crossed the line so many times that I have to question myself if there ever was a line. Am I straight or do I just want to be...
I honk the car three times for Jake to get in the car but it's Deandra who walks towards the car instead as Jake makes his way back into the restaurant. What the fuck is he going back in there for if I made sure he got his food before coming here. I know how shy he can get when it's time to order.
Deandra knocks on my window and I lower it. "I would've let your sexy ass stay hungry with that attitude" she says batting her eyes with a large grin. "Jacob told me his side of the story and I think you should listen before you get mad, Adonis."
She nudges my shoulder and move back when I give her a look before she continues. "Don't act like you didn't get mad when you saw that contact name..." she teases. "Your name is saved in his phone with a little brown arm that disappears on a screen with a black background and Deshaun's name is saved as 'papi' with a big eggplant emoji. I mean, I would've brought Jake home and fucked that ass up, how dare he."
"The fuck are you talking about" I question as she wiggles her eyebrows irritatingly. I added that nigga on my dead-list as soon as Jake mentioned his name.
I'mma beat his ass when I see him again... It's frustrating how people keep gossiping about Jake being gay when that nigga's been wandering around with fruity written on his forehead and he's always in a corner arguing with Dean about something suspicious.
"All jokes aside, I think you guys should talk?" Deandra unsurely speaks up getting my attention. "Just look at him" she gushes and I follow her gaze to see Jake with a bag in one hand as he struggles to keep the door open for a woman to pass through. He smiles politely when the woman says something and points towards the car with flushed cheeks.
"He's so innocent that I want to pinch his cheeks" Deandra utters and turns towards me, "and I know you do too."
We definitely wouldn't be talking about the same cheeks if I wanted to...
I chuckle embarrassingly at my own thought and try to keep my composure before I say something I'll regret. "This ain't what you think it is" I mumble leaning towards the passenger seat to open the door for Jake.
"Then you shouldn't be feeling up on him in front of everybody like that" she states behind me. "Man the fuck up and tell him that this shit isn't going anywhere before he catches feelings, which I think he already did. He thinks you're his friend but he doesn't talk about you like you're just a friend, though, and by the time he realizes what all this is, it will be too late. The aura screams let's fuck when you two are together and it makes me sad because I'm single" she voices.
"You acting as if y'all been living together" I mock her and she looks ready to blow up. "Ain't y'all just met today?"
"And I still managed to know him better than you in just an hour" she answers tilting her head to the side with a proud expression. "You know what? I'm not about to go back and forth with a downlow nigga. Nope, I refuse to do such a thing. Just ask yourself if what happened back in there, what you started back in there, was normal and you'll know what you truly want" she shrugs and stops when Jake finally makes it to the car.
I throw his backpack that was on the passenger seat to the back and he sits down. "T-thank you, Art" he smiles softly and I raise my eyebrows at his sudden shyness. Where's the Jake that was calling me daddy an hour ago...
"Bye, Deandra" he waves at her and puts on his seatbelt as he tries to keep the bag on his lap. "Is everything okay?" he asks curiously when he notices the silence between us and I clear my throat.
"Yes, baby. I was just telling Adonis here how much of a cutie you are. I'll call you later" she waves at him and she throws me a smug look. I press on the button to raise the window back up in her face and start the car.
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It doesn't take long before we're on the road destined to Jake's house. I turn the music down a little when I notice the bag still on his lap and glance at his face. He seems deep in thoughts with his fingers tangled with each other. "What's in the bag" I break the silence to get his attention and he jumps a little.
He tucks his hair behind his ear before he opens the bag rather abruptly and speaks up, "Oh uhm, I forgot to give this to you. I bought a d-double cheeseburger with extra fries for you because you didn't eat and I really want you to eat. I f-forgot your drink because the person behind the counter d-didn't mention it and uhm....well, you know.... I was afraid to ask. I'm sorry. Will y-you eat it without your drink? We could go back to get it if you can't" he says softly with his wide admirable eyes piercing through my skin.
"Naah, it's cool" I shrug and he takes the breath he was holding the whole ride.
"Oh uhm okay. Do you want to eat now? I c-could feed you if you're really hungry....since you're driving and all or else I'm going to feel really bad because you waited outside for so long" he murmurs taking the burger out but I stop him.
"I'm good" I answer turning down his suggestion.
"Really?" he unsurely asks and I have to chuckle at how concerned he is. Just when I thought I wouldn't meet anyone that worries about me more than my dad, Jake steps into my life with a nice smile and dimples trying to make a nigga soft. To be honest, I like it...
He questioningly wipes his face a couple of times until I realise that I've been looking at him, good that the light's on red. "What" he murmurs softly with redness on the tip of his ear.
"You had fun with Deandra?" I ask as I unconsciously take his hand into mine and intertwine them like I usually do. "Hm hm" he hums as he nods his head happily. "She's nice" he adds making circles on the back of my hand. Al though we're holding hands and his shoulder is brushing on mine ever so often, I still allow it to happen because someway, somehow, I don't care about going too far.
I guess some lines are meant to be crossed...
But I need to talk to someone about my feelings that are all over the place...
I look into the rearview mirror attentively as I let his comforting movements sink in my body. I notice that a car's been suspiciously following us since we drove out of the McDonald's parking lot.
I step on the gas and swerve to the other side of the road to pass another car that was driving slowly in front of us. "Art, is everything okay?" Jake question with one hand clasped on the glove compartment. "Slow down or y-you'll get a ticket" he squeals and I do the opposite of what he just said.
"Someone's following us."
I make a quick turn into a street to see if the car will do the same and it does, just my fucking luck. This is the wrong time to do this, especially with Jake involved. I almost lose control and swerve unwillingly to the other side of the road when Jake suddenly screams and tries to climb on me. "What's wrong, yo calm down, Jake." I exclaim trying to keep my eye on the road.
"G-g-gun i-in....s-so s-scary" he cries pointing to the now opened glove compartment and I take a quick glance seeing my dad's gun, just what I need. "W-what is i-it doing i-in....aaaaah" and we both jerk forward when the other car hits ours in the back.
"These niggas trynna die" I spit through clenched teeth.
With a crying and yelling Jake and a car that's constantly hitting us, I clench my teeth to think of a way to get them of our backs. "I'll c-call 911" Jake stutters taking his phone out of his pocket and I grab the phone out of his hand. "Wha-?" he stares at me dumbfoundedly. This is some hood shit and we don't mess with the cops. I reach for the gun as Jake shivers in his seat staring at the loaded weapon.
"Duck" I yell when a bullet pierces through the glass in the back all the way to the front in an ungodly speed and all the cars start driving faster than they were before. I slow down mine with a plan in my head waiting for the right time to strike and just as I thought, the other car speeds up to catch up with us.
"D-drive, what are you doing. They're right beside us, they'll s-shoot you" Jake exclaims through a shaky breath as he pulls on the sleeve of my shirt and starts crying.
"Hold tight" I scream through Jake's loud sobbing and I step on the brake pedal with a fair grip on the steering wheel to prevent myself from hitting my head. I press on the button to lower the window a little when the car passes us just like I wanted and put my hand out aiming for the tires.
One...
Two...
Two bullets penetrate the two tires in the back and car starts swerving around but that doesn't stop me from shooting until they drive right into a pole. Full excitement I unknowingly nod my head looking at the state of their car that I forget to steer my own.
"Arthur, watch it" Jake yells when the car suddenly comes to a stop and I turn around to face the road. I look around me now realizing that we're right in the middle of an intersection with some of the lights on green. "Shit" I curse looking at a big truck coming from Jake's side and I step on the gas.
The adrenaline rushes through my body as I think about what just happened and who the hell they were. I couldn't see through the window but I do need to let my pops know in case they're the Mexicans. I haven't been chased in traffic for a while and I forgot how good it felt but all of that turns into guilt when I see the look on Jake's face.
"W-why?"
He's petrified......
Slowly but surely I put the weapon back to where it was before and close it carefully but even the small sound was enough to startle Jake and he moves further away from me. "T-take m-me h-home" he whispers hugging himself tightly as his lips tremble uncontrollably. "I want t-to go h-home."
......of me
With the car overtaken by silence, I make my way towards his house without any discussion and the rest of the ride was exactly like that, silent. He picks his phone up from the car floor when we get there and he steps out without even talking to me. I kiss my teeth and take off behind him.
"Oh, so you gone be scared of me now?" I voice walking backward as I stare at him and he doesn't answer. "Stop, I'm trynna talk to you" I stop him by resting both of my hands on his petite shoulders and it stops him. "You wanna go home to tell Alyssa how I'm a criminal and how I scared you?"
"I'm n-not scared of you" he mumbles as he wipes his face and stares at me with his eyes glistering with tears, "I'm s-scared for you."
"You could've been s-shot, the truck could've hit you if I wasn't there, Arthur and it scared me. Why were they shooting at you anyway? And why didn't you want me to call the police....I just c-can't....w-what you did was too d-dangerous and it terrifies me. Y-you have a g-gun and....and you can s-shoot it" he whispers poking my chest.
"Yeah" I nod with a coy smile and he hits my chest softly.
"That's not the point, I'm worried" he whines and I shake my head with a smirk.
"Hey, you ain't gotta worry about me, aight? I don't know who they were either and I'm not gonna involve the police in something I can fix myself. Don't worry about that, it's gonna be fine, I promise" I convince him and pull him closer to me. "I got this" I add as my eyes unwillingly go to his glossy lips and his breath hitches at how close we are. "Just like I got you."
His hand surprisingly find its way to my face and I lean towards his touch, this is what I mean when I say I'm getting soft. "Y-you should r-really go" he whispers and I nod but stay at the same place. "Be c-careful, okay? Don't get in trouble and don't shoot cars. I c-can' t lose you" he says as he softly hits my chest. If he only knew the meaning behind his own word and how much I'm fighting myself from sweeping him up and doing the unthinkable at this moment.
It's as if Jake was leaning into me for our lips to touch and I would've kissed him right here if it was the right thing but it isn't, something says it isn't, so I kiss him on his temple. "Go inside" I whisper in his ear and bold out of there as if the grass would cut through my skin if I stayed there any longer. It doesn't matter how much of a thug you are, sometimes feelings can scare them too...
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Jacob's p.o.v
"Miss Alyssa? Miss Alyssa? Miss Alyssa?" I call out after running into the house. My heart is in my throat and it's terrifying because every time I think about what just happened, I feel like exploding in fear and joy. "Is mom home?" is the first thing I ask when she rapidly comes down the stairs. She shakes her head confusingly. "Dad?" I ask to be sure and she shakes her head frowning.
"Did something happen to you? What's going on, why were you yelling?" She asks but all I do is gesture for her to come closer and she does so. "You're mother's not home. She went to visit your father in Paris for this weekend. You're scaring me, what is it?"
I pace around the room with my hand in my hair and stop abruptly to huff at my childishness. I can't really take any chances if I'm really going to say this so I walk closer to whisper this in her ear as quietly as I can. "I t-think I'm...uhm...gay?"
She gasps and takes a step back with a smug look on her face, " What gives you that idea, Jacob?" she gasps dramatically with her hand over her heart.
Her question makes me blush ferociously and look down as I twist my fingers. Should I confess to her or not? I just told her something I really haven't put any thought to, but I really think I am. I have never really liked girls for more than a week so it is a possibility.. I clear my throat thinking about the right words. "Well, uhmm....I-....uhmm....y-you s-see...uhmm"
"Let's sit, baby" she rubs my back and takes me to the living room to sit down. "Now, breath and spit it out" she says nicely and I exhale sharply when I feel the wetness on my face. "No, don't cry about it, it's okay, it's okay. Being gay doesn't mean that the world is ending, Jakey. Why don't you tell me....shhh, don't cry so hard. You're still beautiful as ever and I'll always be here and follow you everywhere" she coos me and I cry harder and harder.
"F-father w-will kill me" I wail and she pulls me into a embrace. "A-and m-mom w-will be s-so d-disappointed." I cry wetting her blouse as snot runs from my nose. "I w-will d-die alone and g-go to h-hell. T-thunder will strike me in the rain and I'll become a h-hobo" I ramble away feeling a pang in my heart.
"Baby, no, no, I'm here for you. You don't have to tell them anything if you don't want to. You could always tell me, as I said, I'm open-minded" she states rubbing my hair but it's not making it any better. "What makes you think you are gay" she whispers and she wipes my nose with a tissue she took from the coffee table.
I clear my throat, blow my nose and ball up the tissue before laying on her lap. "R-remember w-when mom w-was nice?" I sob looking up at her and she smiles playing with my hair. "When s-she used to tell me s-stories about finding s-someone? It made me so excited when she said that I would be able to feel butterflies and I would be h-happy when I met the right person.......I d-don't think she was right."
"She said a girl would make me feel butterflies but Arthur keeps doing it and he's not a girl, it's all a sin.... he's is m-making me feel things and I almost....I almost....Ialmostkissedhim" I confess swiftly and blink multiple times when I feel the tears coming back. I can't believe that I almost ruined a great friendship. "He's s-so handsome w-when he smiles and he doesn't do it very often, that's why I like it so much......see? I'm saying w-weird things again."
I frown when she laughs moving her hands around as if she's cheering for the news she just heard. "It's just funny to me how you've passed the crush phase without a clue" she shrugs making me more confused. "Honey, it's okay to feel that way, to me at least. You've been so happy since you told me about him and it seems as if he's taking better care of you when you tell me about the things he does for you. I think it was bound to happen and it's not a sin at all. It's just love between two young souls."
"Two souls? Arthur will be so angry and beat me when he finds out."
"I'm sure you guys will stay friends if he ever finds out but he won't beat you. He cares about you very much and he likes it when you're happy."
"How do you know that..."
"He wouldn't spend so much time taking you to places you haven't been and calling you at 1 am to just talk" she states emphasizing the talk causing a squeal to come out of me. "I was young myself and I wish there was someone out there who would care about me like new boy" she sighs and I sit up.
"You never had anyone?" I whisper feeling bad for her and she smiles.
"I didn't but now I do" she brushes my hair to the back of my head, "and it's you. You're the only one I have and you have Arthur, cherish the moments you two have together" she mutters and kisses my forehead. Miss Alyssa has never talked about family before and she's so humble. I wonder why she keeps up with the things my parents do to her.
"Why won't you leave" I find myself asking.
She sniffs and gets up from the couch. "Can't leave my baby here now, can I" she laughs and I tilt my head to the side to ask one more question but she stops me. "I think someone's at the door" she says and she walks away.
I throw my head back on the couch looking up at the ceiling. "Maybe It's just a phase" I whisper thinking about how I feel about Arthur. "I hope it's just a phase. I'm so dead if I'm gay, dad finds i-it disgusting and I should too."
"Jake!" I hear miss Alyssa yell from the door and I sit up. "There's someone here to talk to you" and she doesn't have to repeat that twice before I go running. It's pathetic that I miss Arthur when it hasn't even been 45 minutes so I run to the door and I abruptly stop in my tracks when I see a woman and a man with batches in their hands.
I give miss Alyssa a confused look and she returns it with a shrug so I greet them politely. "Hi."
"Hello, Jacob Park. We're here to ask you some questions about Arthur White."
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And that was that...
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