Jacob's p.o.v

Turns out my father only wanted to have some breakfast and talk just as miss Alyssa had told me beforehand, but it was very awkward.

So awkward that thinking about our conversation now is giving me cold creeps and I feel the need to bury not only my head, but also every part of my body in sand and erase my memory. My father does not know how to speak to people in a normal way, but I give him an A for trying. I wasn't expecting that from him.

No one knows what my father can have up his sleeve or what ideas he has roaming around that head of his, he can be bipolar sometimes. I was looking forward to him belittling me and shoving me into the dark cellar like he always did when I was little.

As expected, his face had a freezing cold expression completed by his usual deadly stare when I walked into the kitchen. That's why it astonished me when he started speaking about college, my future, my current grades, even relationships and my hair that bothers him every single time as I sat there without a clue of what to respond.

At some point he even cracked a dad joke and my only response was a cough to overpower the sound of crickets.

All this happened a week ago and my parents are unexpectedly still here. I'm not sure when they'll be returning abroad, but hopefully that time comes soon. I feel like a robot in their presence and I'm not allowed to help miss Alyssa clean the house and I rather die than be caught with my phone in hand when I'm in the house.

I tiredly turn the page of the opened book in front of me. No matter what I do, I can't concentrate at all. My thoughts keep going back to the day Arthur decided to talk to me when I was engulfed in another one of my stories.

I stared at him dumbfoundedly when I saw him sitting right across from me and I didn't even do anything. Ugh, I was so cringy that day. I could've done so much more than just shiver and blush.

I still remember him asking, "you aight now?" in such a husky tone that it easily awakened feelings in my heart and thoughts in my head.

Looking back at this now, I'm sure he enjoyed it. He loves to see me like that. Especially when I'm losing my breath and going ballistic on top of him when he's milking me.

"Eep" I squeak looking around if someone has heard me, but nobody has unless they're able to read thoughts. Why am I thinking about that, that was so embarrassing and why would he even touch me there. Could it be that he felt disgusted after I slept? No, because he took me on a date and told me that he was feeling me, liked me to be precise.

I bite my lip when I feel a blush creep up on my cheeks at the tought of that. He made me feel so special that day and I felt like I was walking on air. I still can't believe what happened and where he touched me before we went on the date that day.

'Hey, why didn't you see his' something whispers in my head all of a sudden, I must be going insane.

"See what..." I crazily questioned myself softly with my head tilted aside.

'He got to see yours, but you never saw his. You didn't even get to touch it, no fair." Now that this is mentioned, it's quite true. I've only seen Arthur shirtless, but never naked. Not that I want to see him naked.

"Right?" I mumble and quickly press my hand over my mouth. Why would I even agree to such perverted thoughts. Yes, I am gay, but that doesn't mean I can have the desire of touching Arthur in uncomfortable places, especially when I'm surrounded by books in a library. There could be a bible hiding around here.

'It felt big when you poked it though' the little voice in my head whispers again and I rapidly close my book in shame. 'It was abnormally huge, like a big cucumber or......a leg......or a very big car, a tree-trunk, no a giant tree-trunk. What if you pulled it out and sat on i-".

"I need to sleep" I tell myself and pack all of my things in an instant, "I really need to pray and sleep" I repeat again before standing up and making my way out of the library. The silence is definitely making me lose it.

Why is this happening to me of all people. I was supposed to study, but all I did was fantasize about the private part of a guy that isn't even answering my calls or texts. Even his apartment was empty when I went there after school.

With short but fast steps, I rush to class before the bell rings. The hallway is a little empty at the moment and now is my chance to escape these teasing students. Although the rumor died down a little, I've been teased and pushed since I decided to come back to school after skipping so many days.

Deandra was right, people were more interested in Abigail's wig and the mystery girl who carelessly kicked her butt black and blue. Everyone was talking about it and pointing fingers at Abigail. I thought she would give me a hard time after coming back, but all she's been doing is throwing me daggers when we part ways.

Not once did she approach me or send one of her friends to try something unusual. I guess she's really been traumatized by Deandra and I'm very glad. That makes me sound like a bad person, but I'm glad that I'm not alone on the spotlight at the moment.

I open the door of the class I'm supposed to be in later on to walk in, but I quickly take a step back when I crash into someone.

"Oh, s-sorry" I apologize immediately looking everywhere but the person as I wait to be scolded and pushed if I'm unlucky. Why would I be walking with my head down at a time like this.

"It's cool" he brushes me off and move out of the way for me to walk in and dumbfoundedly look up at the person who thinks it cool crashing with someone in a doorway.

"C-cool?"

"Yeah, it's fine" Deshaun shrugs.

"Oh" I respond feeling stupid for twisting his words. I feel his hand carefully pull me back when I try to walk through the doorway. "Uh, Park, listen up."

"Yes?" I reply and swiftly pull my hand away from his fair grip, "yes?" I say once more when he doesn't say anything.

"Are you free later on?" he hesitantly asks scratching the back of his neck and I nod, "you wanna come over later so we can study?"

No...

"I've got some math problems I need help with."

Oh, I forgot I was his tutor...

"T-to your house?" I question to be sure because I don't trust Deshaun enough to be alone in a room with him. If he was able to molest me, well almost, in his car, imagine what he would do to me between four walls. No way...

"Yeah, to my house after school" he states and I frown at the mention of house," I'm not going to do anything to you if that's what you're thinking" he fills in with a chuckle. He must've noticed the look on my face.

I laugh sheepishly shifting from one foot to another and throw him a close-mouthed smile when our eyes meet, "Oh, I w-wasn't thinking about that....at a-all" I try to convince the both of us, "definitely not about uhm w-what you did in t-the ca-, never mind" I shut up biting my inner cheeks and he chuckles.

"I'll be waiting for you at the parking lot later on."

"Okay, okay, parking lot after school. Got it" I respond nodding my head and he turns around to walk away, but I stop him. "Uhm a-are we going to be alone?" I question him frantically. It's definitely going to be a disaster if Dean and Justin decide to tag along.

"Yeah" is all he says and strolls away.

Alone? Well good thing I have my spray with me. I won't hesitate to use it on him if I have to. I can do this....

'Jake, you can do this' I mentally encourage myself as I walk into the classroom.

"Park, you're here early. Are you doing okay?" the teacher asks politely when I sit down and place my notebook on the table.

"Yes, Mrs. Berrycoth" I answer and sigh in relief when I hear the bell ring.

After 45 minutes of torturous history lessons alongside the moaning and groaning of lazy students, the class finally ends and everyone runs towards their escape. I carefully put all of my stuff back into my backpack and walk out.

I don't hurry out of the building because the longer it takes to go to the parking lot, the faster I'll be able to leave Deshaun's house. I mentally curse myself when I remember that I walked to school this morning. Now I'll have to awkwardly drive with Deshaun.

When I'm finally outside, I search around to spot the white car that belongs to him and groan when I see someone else standing with him. They stop talking when I get closer to them and Trevor turns towards me.

Why him all of people. He once gave me his number in this very parking lot, but I never even had the chance to get a glimpse of it because Arthur wiped it off. I've been avoiding him ever since.

"You're ready to go?" Deshaun asks and I nod.

"Park, what's up" Trevor greets me taking a step towards me to close the distance between us and I take a step back.

"I'm doing f-fine" I respond looking everywhere but him.

"You can sit in the front. You don't mind Trevor coming over for a bit, right? He needs to come get something at my house" Deshaun asks unlocking his car and I shake my head. At least it's Trevor and not his other friends.

"It's okay, I don't mind" I shrug and Deshaun nods before getting into the car.

I feel Trevor's breath fan my ear when I open the passenger door and he says, "I know you don't mind" before stepping back and making his way to the backseat. When we finally settle in and I wear the seatbelt, my eyes fall on his through the mirror and he winks.

Why do I have the feeling as if this evening will end in a disaster....

**

I lean against the window of the car and sigh listening to the music playing in the background. The longer we drive, the more familiar this drive gets, especially when Deshaun took a turn and drove into a McDonald's drive through moments ago.

I had my wallet ready to pay half of what he ordered, but he said it was okay and that I didn't have to. After ordering, we left when we got our food and Trevor couldn't stop talking in the backseat as we ate.

All he rambled about was how Popeyes tasted better than McDonald's.

"We're here" I hear a moment after the car comes to a stop and I step out staring around at the unfamiliar neighborhood.

"I have to come in?" Trevor questions Deshaun with his back pressed against a car that's parked right behind us.

"Fuck yeah" Deshaun answers with a mean look before gesturing for me to follow him and I go with my head down and my hand clutching my backpack. I start walking quicker when I feel Trevor get uncomfortably close to my back.

"Have a seat on the couch, I'mma be right back" Deshaun tells us when he unlocks his door and we walk into the spacious apartment. I try my best not to look around or at the bottles all over the floor, but my eyes end up falling on them anyway. There's also a filled-up ashtray on the coffee table, a box of pizza stranded beside the couch and a see- through plastic thingy with white substance in it.

"Man, you gotta clean your house" Trevor says before diving head first into the couch and I sit on the opposite side of him.

He stretches before he lazily gets up, sits cross-legged on the couch and lights up something to smoke. "You want some?" he asks after taking long puffs and I shake my head before he even gets the idea of passing it to me.

"What's your deal" he asks out of the blue and I watch how the smoke escapes his mouth with every word mentioned.

"M-my deal?"

"Yeah, didn't you get caught or something a week ago? You're the one that got exposed on the gram, right?"

"Y-yes, that was me. There was this uhm picture of Art a-and I on th-."

"Then why you acting like you don't see the signs I keep throwing you. You're acting mad oblivious right now" he huffs staring at me with his low eyes and I clear my through in embarrassment.

"Uhm, I'm sorry, s-signs?"

"Why didn't you call me when I gave you my number" he says instead of answering my question, "I wrote that shit in your hand, remember?" he tries to refresh my memory when he sees the look on my face.

"Oh, oh, that uhm.....well, I accidently washed it off, I think. I'm sorry?"

"Accidently washed it off?"

"Y-yes."

"Then let me put it in your phone this time" he suggests and I tap my thighs in anticipation looking around for something to get me out of this situation and thankfully Deshaun walks out of a room with different clothes.

"Where's the bathroom" I exclaim getting his attention and he points towards the hall, "thanks" I thank him awkwardly and he walks towards us with books in his hand.

"Here, man" he quickly hands Trevor something and I catch a glimpse of a rolled up paper.

"This is all I gotta deliver?"

"Yeah" Deshaun agrees to whatever they're talking about, "you can go now."

"Naah, I'll hang here for a bit" Trevor answers with his eyes on me and throws himself on the couch.

"Aight then, so are you gonna go to the bathroom before we start?" Deshaun asks me as he sits down on the floor and I shake my head.

"No, I'll go later..."

"Okay, let's start then....I got this, this was homework for the past week. I copied the corrections, but I don't understand shit. Check this out..."he shows me and we got to work.

Do you know that uneasy feeling that crawls under your skin when unwanted eyes creep over every inch of your skin? That's exactly how I'm feeling right now. Trevor has been staring at me and whenever I turn towards him, he looks away or pretends he's busy on his phone.

He keeps interrupting me when I'm trying to explain something to Deshaun by making small talks here and there or showing him something in his phone and he flashes me an irritating smile when I frown. Why is he even doing this...

"D-do you get it now that I've explained it in a different way?"

"Kinda....I'mma do this one myself" Deshaun nods deep in thoughts and starts scribbling in his notebook. "Damn."

"Are you stuck somewhere?"

"Naah, hold on, I need some water. This shit is drying my throat. You want some too?" he asks getting up making me nervous. I can't stay here with Trevor.

"No, thanks. I'll uhm I'll go to the bathroom" I let him know and unconsciously hug my backpack on my chest and walk away with him until he disappears into the kitchen and I make my way further to the bathroom.

First thing I do after closing the door is rummaging through my bag in search for my spray. It's a very small bottle so I'll keep it my pocket under my sweater in case something happens. Trevor is acting really creepy at the moment.

I inspect the bottle carefully and turn it around. I wasn't paying attention when Dea was showing me how to use it, I was too busy thinking about you-know-who and now I'm doomed.

My hand swiftly go behind my back when the doorknob suddenly turns and my heart rises all the way to my through when I realize that I didn't lock it.

"I'm in h-here" I say waiting for the person to go away, but the door opens wider instead and none other than Trevor steps in and closes it.

"W-what are y-you doing?"

"I thought you weren't seeing the signs, but you are. That's why you yelled that you were going to the bathroom before getting up, huh. You wanted me to follow you?" he questions with raised eyebrows coming closer and I step back until my backside presses against the sink. "I'm here now, so what's up."

"I d-don't know what you're talking about, t-that is not what I was doing. I really w-wanted to pee, that's why I came here" I stutter and my legs start to tremble.

"Yeah, okay. What do have behind you then.... you got a condom ready to do it right here? You're nasty, Park" he snorts trailing his hand from my hip to the side of my stomach and I jump at the cold sensation of his thick fingers.

"S-stop."

"I know you want this" he chuckles burying his head between my shoulders and my neck, "you know you do" he whispers making eye-contact with me and when his fingers start fondling with my zipper, my hand moves on its own.

I wasn't expecting Trevor to scream so hard on such a high-pitched tone, but he did and it made me scream too.

"AaAgHhH, bitch, what the fuck is that" he yells pacing around in the small room trying to wipe his eyes and stops to groan and growl in frustration.

"A-are you hurt, I'm so so s-sorry. I didn't mean to spray your eyes..... Are you okay? W-why did you touch me?" I ask feeling concerned making him stop and turn towards me with one red eye blinking uncontrollably. The sight just makes me jump in fright and before we both know it, I spray his other eye.

"FUCKING JESUS, I'll strangle you when I get a hold of your neck, bitch" he exclaims throwing his hands around in search of me and I move to the door to make an escape.

"Fuck's going on in he- AaAaAh" and I accidently spray Deshaun too. "That shit stings, bruh. Park, what the fuck is that and what the hell is going on."

"Oh m-my God, it's spray and I-I-I......" I try to apologize and quickly throw the spray inside my bag with tears welling up in my eyes, "I d-d-didn't mean that, I'm so sorry, so so sorry" I tell the two tall males huffing and puffing with their hands on their eyes in front of me.

I'm not evil, but this is a bit funny. Especially how they keep crashing into each other every time they make a move.

"Stop acting blind, man. You're hitting me."

"Should I wash my eyes?"

"I think that's gonna make it worse."

"I can't see shit."

"That's because your eyes are close, dumb ass nigga" Deshaun shuts him up.

"I swear to God if I lose my eyesight, I will kill you" Trevor lets me know once again leaning against the sink for support with his pale white skin that's now red.

"S-sorry......on my momma?" I apologize once more and add the last part to make it more sincere. Deandra said that it's a serious matter as long as on my momma is behind the sentence.

"Fuck your momma."

"Okay" I quickly agree with whatever he said. You're right, I don't think I like her either....

**
"A-are you sure you're okay now?" I ask for the hundredth time staring at Deshaun's swollen eye. It looks extremely bad at this angle, like a butt when his head's turned to a side. Why did I let him drive like this you ask? It's revenge for all the times he bullied me. The spray was really an accident.

"Seriously.....You're laughing at me?" he kisses his teeth tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and I cover my mouth.

"I d-didn't mean to laugh. Your eye just uhm, it looks like a.....butt" I finish and press my lips together to hold in an upcoming giggle.

"You're evil as hell, who gave you that shit anyways."

"My best friend" I say with my head high and he shakes his head.

"The one you told that you used the spray over the phone right in front of us?"

"Yes" I laugh thinking about Dea's funny reaction, "but, really. I apologize for using it, do you think that Trevor will be okay? It went into both of his eyes."

"First of all what where y'all both doing in my bathroom."

"Uhm, he didn't know it was occupied and he just walked in when I was going to pee and that scared me so I sprayed him....."

"You don't have to lie about it, I know how that nigga is. He always trynna do some weird shit so it's nice how you've defended yourself. You didn't have to spray me though, but it's