I dont' date frat boys - Frat boy!Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader [Pt. 2]
Summary : Follows part 1. Your date non-date with Jack after the party where you are slowly (rapidly) falling for him and mess up.
Tags: no smut, slight angst
Word count: 3.9K
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This was ridiculous.
A sleepless night over Jack Abbot? You had to get a grip.
Getting out of bed, your friend was already up and at 'em, coming and going from the bathroom to the bedroom when she watched you stand up lazily, "Look who's finally out of bed, I was wondering how much longer you'd be staring at the ceiling girl."
"I slept like shit."
"I'm almost certain you did not sleep at all, I heard you twisting and turning in your bed all night. But you know, I'm letting it slide 'cause I'd be doing that shit too if I had to be in the same room as Jack Rabbit for a 'study date'." The quotation mark she used hung in the air like mockery, earning herself a slap on the arm as you huffed and shook your head, "It's nothing too deep, I'm being nice and—yeah, he is also nice. I'm sure it won't go much further."
She burst out laughing, "You're literally nervous."
"Ok so I can't be anxious to have some random guy in my room?"
"A guy you fucked?"
You had to laugh now as you felt a smile draw itself on your face, "I told you I never fucked him! That's what I'm saying, he was a perfect gentleman, bit flirtatious, bit stupid but not in a stupid, stupid way, you know?" You asked as you grabbed some clean clothes and your shower products, "'cause the guy's in medicine, he is studying to–"
"Become a doctor, yada yada, we've all heard that but is it true? I'm pretty sure he's doing some finance shit, they all do, easy money." She shrugged, tying her hair up as she walked up to you and gave you a once over, "Don't get fooled just because the dick game is good, alright?"
Taking a deep breath, you nodded, "Duly noted, but as I said, I haven't fucked the guy."
She grinned from ear to ear, "Oh yeah and I did not fuck Jake either, wink wink." Grabbing your face she patted both of your cheeks excitedly, "Anyway! I'm off! I'm not coming back here tonight so, be safe, protect yourself and everything." With that she hurried out of the room, not leaving much room for discussion as she waved you off and almost hopped out of the room in utter glee to be seeing her crush, now boyfriend, once more.
Shaking your head you went about your morning as usual and was surprised while eating your breakfast to hear a rapid knock on your door.
Checking the time, it was only 8.33 AM.
You had woken up too early for a Saturday, you had gotten prepared in time and was still unsure what time Jack would come over, but this early? Walking up to the door, you half-opened it and peeked outside, frowning at the sight of the man standing in front of you with a breathless smile, "Hey pretty." Jack smiled.
"It's 8.30–"
"Thirty-three actually, I tried not to be late, but you know." He smiled, not moving from his spot as you opened the door wider.
Giving him a once over, you smiled awkwardly, "I'm sure we did not set up a time so you're not late but you are definitely sweaty." With a little laugh, you stepped aside with your food in your free hand and told him to come in, you would be lying if you said you did not find it attractive to see him right after whatever he had been doing that made him this out of breath.
"I huh–" He chuckled breathlessly, "Morning gym, gotta get the big boys, right?" He said with a flex of his biceps once he had put his bag down. You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your lips, nor stop your eyes from traveling to the slightly exposed part of his ribs from the deep cut shirt he was wearing. His calves were also very large and his shorts above the knee hugged his thighs too sinfully, you cleared your throat, "You can shower, better, you should shower. Do you study this early all the time?" You asked in disbelief.
Taking his shirt off with that cocky smile of his, he tossed it on his sports bag and lifted it off the ground, "I told you, future doctor here. Gotta study that shit."
"My friend, Caroline-"
"Frat rat, yeah."
You rolled your eyes, "She says you're lying about studying medicine." You hummed.
Jack's brows furrowed, "You believe her?"
Pursing your lips, you took a sip of your orange juice, "I don't see why you'd lie about anything, I don't want to assume you're a liar or someone bad." You paused, walking past him and opening the door to the bathroom, "She just heard rumors." A beat, "People talk, I guess they don't talk that well about you."
Walking right behind you, he stopped at the door to the bathroom and place his hand on the wall behind you, leaning against it, a mix of confidence and need for reassurance, "Why would you believe me and not what they're all saying though? What if I'm lying to get into your pants?"
You laughed, his very beautiful chest right in front of you, and looked to the side, "Your chances to get in my pants are so low already, studying medicine isn't—listen, Jack. Clean slate here, alright? You were nice yesterday, you're a funny guy–"
"Handsome." He smirked.
A breath out with a nod, "Handsome, sure that too. So I want to get to know you, give it a chance." You immediately regretted using 'giving it a chance' and Jack proved it to you.
He nodded, leaning in slightly, his face to the side of yours as he whispered, "You're giving us a chance? Shit so if I do right by you today–"
"You get a sticker."
Humming, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, "How many stickers for a kiss then?"
Your face felt ten times warmer now, you moved away from him, "Shower, get changed then study. That's all this is, alright? Use whatever you need."
With that smug smile he entered the bathroom but popped his head out as he said, "I need to kiss the pretty nice girl, can I use that?"
"Oh my god, will you shut up? I said no." You rolled your eyes, absolutely unable to hide your smile from how flattered you felt. Jack was happy to have made you smile and laughed, "I'll ask again later, minds change you know? I'll be right back." With that he got back inside the bathroom, not locking it, but absolutely making sure you knew he was in there by singing off-key under the shower.
Cleaning up your desk and your friend's, you grabbed all your books and notes you were going to work on, setting them down on your side once you had fully cleared the desk for Jack. You placed a bottle of water for him as well as some snacks, then grabbed a blanket that you threw on yourself and sat at your desk awaiting for him to be done. It gave you some time to think on at least of few minutes about him, what you could want from him, his flattery and charm was too efficient on you. With your elbows in front of you, you rested your face in your hands, sighing. He was probably like that with most girls he talked to, you were not so special, you thought and as you did so the door of the bathroom opened.
With a towel wrapped around his waist and a huge grin, he continued singing, "Need to give it up, had about enough, it's not hard to see—the girl is mine." He winked, absolutely proud about his joke.
Staring at him incredulously, you were smiling stupidly, continuing the lyrics with a shake of your head, "I'm sorry that you seem to be confused–"
He interrupted more loudly, making you weaker to his charm as it went, "She be-longs to me, the girl is mine." He danced foolishly up to you before smiling proudly, "You're out of shampoo, I'll get you a new one."
A loud sigh in a laugh, you nodded, "It's fine, can you get dressed now? Study date, key word is study."
"Oh yeah." Undoing the towel around his waist, he stepped back and you looked up to avoid seeing him in all of his glory, you did notice the underwear he had already one and groaned, he burst out laughing, "Come on, I'm not a dick, I swear! I wanted to see how you'd react pretty." Still laughing he grabbed his clothes and threw on the same type of shirt he had before, except clean, and some trainers before pulling out a huge quantity of books from his bag and placing them on the desk he was assuming was his for now.
"Bottle's for you, food too. We could get something for lunch a bit later, do you need anything else?" You asked, watching him place everything in an orderly fashion before leaning back on the chair and looking at you with his hands behind his head, flashing his hairy armpit with a grin, "You're motherin' me."
You huffed, "I'm containing whatever's wrong with you, it's different. I'm not about to yell at you for being a bit stupid in a cute way, 'cause you're not dumb, you know?" You said jokingly.
"Nothin' wrong with me, I'm absolutely normal." He smiled from ear to ear, "You'll get used to it, you'll even miss it when I'll leave later." Opening one of the books, he got the right page and looked up at you, tilting his head to the side, "You'll miss me."
Shaking your head, you chuckled, "Mh, yeah? I might if you're a good study partner."
"Oh ok!" He exclaimed, "So if I'm good company, I get to come back?" He then ripped a piece of paper and placed it on your desk, "My sticker sheet, pretty. Add them up, I'll claim my kiss later, I'm about to be the best study buddy you've ever fuckin' had."
Letting out a loud sudden laugh, you grabbed the paper and drew a little clover, "One sticker because you made me laugh. You need maybe a thousand if-"
"Ten, make it ten. You're a hard woman to please I'm sure o' that." He grinned with a pencil against his lips as he leaned in slightly, cocky as ever, "I'll try to get those stickers and to have you learn some stuff while we're at it." Tapping your notebook he gestured your way, "Come on, focus." He grinned and did exactly so himself.
While Jack wasn't doing anything wrong or bothering you, it did not take much for his words to remain in the back of your head, making it impossible to focus. Mouthing what you were reading without ever speaking for probably the tenth time, you were moving your leg nervously. Wrong calculations were scribbled over and over, making your frustration grow. You were barely an hour in and were writing a few things down all while still on the same page, holding back your frustration. Looking over at Jack's you were wondering how he worked and if he was as distracted as you were. When you met his bright smile, you looked back at your book and faked being focused.
"Don't pretend pretty, you've been on the same page for half an hour or somethin'. What are you even studying right now? Do you need help?"
With a hand holding your head back from falling forwards in annoyance you grunted, "I'll get it, sometimes it takes a bit of time-"
Grabbing your book from your desk, Jack stood up and read it out loud, exclaiming, "Oh I did that a few years back, they always add this to each cursus huh? Finance bros, chicks who dig psychology and social shit or sciences peeps, feels like I haven't met anyone who didn't have to do that." Putting it on his desk he tapped his sticker card, "Draw me one I'll give you a few tips and tricks."
"You have your own things to study, it's alright-"
He grabbed the card and put it up to your face, "Draw me one, I'll help you. I wanna help you, you really can't take help ever, huh? I can give you some of my time if it helps why wouldn't I?" His words made your face feel warm, you could only shrug in response as you drew a star instead, not looking at him.
"You're actually embarrassed babe? You're actually embarrassed to ask for help." He asked in disbelief, the grin on his face barely hidden.
You sighed, "I'm not. I just value people's time-" as you spoke you met his gaze and noticed how happy it made him, "Why are you smiling like that, I said I'm not embarrassed."
"No but you are! I can see it on your pretty face, I love to help pretty girls study don't panic over this." Laughing, he started reading over the pages rapidly.
Pursing your lips, you tried to act playful as you rested your chin on your open hand, "So you study with a lot of girls, it's a trick to get girls?"
"Depends, is it working?" He smiled broadly.
"Depends, has it ever worked before?" Now you sounded jealous and he noticed it too.
Leaning back in his chair his smile never faded, "I can't say you're the first girl I studied with, I'm sorry I'm a slut like that. I even studied with my boys." He paused, lowering his tone slightly as he hummed, "But I told you. I like you, if me helping you out makes you want me, then I'm winning so hard. If it makes you like me just a little bit, I'm winning a little." He burst out laughing, "But! If it makes you pass your exam I get to see you super cute and happy. Another win really."
You nodded timidly, clearing your throat, "So not a trick to get me to mellow out to you, you're still just…" you trailed off, feeling your heart hammering in your chest, "Kind, you're a kind man. And handsome of course." You added the last part as he had before, earning a laugh from him. This time he was the one that seemed flustered as he wrote down a few things from the notebook while talking, "Don't tell anyone, it might ruin my rep of a dickhead. It gets me places ya know?"
"Oh yeah I'm sure." You nodded along playfully.
Handing you a paper with your book he grinned, "It got me here, ain't that a kick in the head?"
Taking the paper he was handing you, you put it down and stared at him, "You're flirty, but what are you really like if we remove that? What do you like, what are your dreams–"
"So it's a date date now?" He smirked, resting his chin on his palm, "Tell you what, I'm not playing with you. I'm not even studying, but I really gotta focus." Getting up, he grabbed your book from his desk, placed it in front of you then helped the blanket nicely on your shoulders as he massaged you playfully, "Lunch date in an hour, we focus 'til then, and after that, you got me all to yourself, pretty. I mean, if it were up to me I'd be talkin' all day long, ya know? But college? Yeah that's not free."
Shrugging his hands off your shoulders, you looked over at him and stared for a moment before whispering, "Smooth operator, huh?"
He gave your chin a gentle touch tilting it up as he walked back to his chair, "Smooth talker maybe, smooth operator? Nah. 'only got one girl on my radar, and I'm not missing my chance." Popping the water bottle open, he chugged some down, handing it to you as if to ask if you wanted some, which you turned down with a soft smile. His words resonated in your head, once more flattering you, oh how foolish you were. You added a cat sticker now that you knew you were the only one.
"Thanks for the notes, I'll see if I can make sense of it. You're already all set to become a Doctor, that handwriting Jack…" You commented playfully, making him snort a laugh as he bumped his foot against yours under the table, "Hey I put in some effort. You should see my notes."
Pushing his foot back you smirked, "Yeah?" Not continuing the banter to focus on studying you handed him his sticker card.
Jack looked at it then at you. "That's three, what did I do for that one?"
"Focus, come on." You ignored his question and swallowed hard, both of you focusing back on studying. After the short interlude you managed to do some of the calculations you were struggling with earlier. Caught in the moment you did not see time for by until an hour and a half had passed and your stomach was growling.
Shutting your book you laid your head on the desk and looked over Jack's thinking expression as he scribbled down something while muttering to himself. He looked more serious than you'd ever seen him, you were find it even if his menace-like attitude was fine by you too.
"Likin' the view babe?" He asked without even looking at you.
Getting up, you moved to your bed and laughed his question off, "Don't babe me, I'm waiting for you to finish, I'm too hungry to focus right now." Letting yourself fall back on the bed, you watched him now from afar and out of his vision, one foot under his thigh and both elbows on the desk, Jack was scribbling fast still muttering some stuff. He was not sat in the best position, this was for sure, you were almost certain his back hurt too as you watched the curve of his body from top to bottom.
Your head rested on your arm as you obviously gawked at him, your eyes blinking sleepily until you noticed a hand waving in front of you from afar, "Oh you're hungry on all fronts huh? Alright get up, we'll get some pizza." Doing exactly so himself, he slid on his shoes, lazily tying them as he tossed you yours with a grin, "Ya should be careful with that look, I got scared you were gonna pounce me or something."
Bursting out laughing, you pushed him as you put on your shoes, "I am physically hungry only, nothing else, my stomach's empty so I'm not functioning right in the head right now." You said jokingly.
"Oh I think the brain's alright, I think you know exactly how you were looking at me." He said dead seriously, reaching in his bag for his wallet before turning around to look at you smugly, "I mean, it's all fine by me, you know? I'm flattered an' all."
You nodded along playfully, "Yeah, yeah, I was so hungry for your Greek god-like body. The curls are doing it for me, I'm weak to the knee." Which was true albeit said on a teasing tone, he looked more than attractive and he made you laugh, all of this only over a few hours, it made you want to bang your head against the wall.
Moving his head from side to side as you walked down the hallway, he made a face, "Well, I wouldn't say Greek god, but I been working on it, I'd be hurt if you weren't giving it a good look." He bumped his shoulder against yours then looked you in the eyes with that twinkle in his eyes, "You can touch it too," He watched your eyes widened and added with a grin, "The hair, of course. Run your hands through it and everything"
Which you did. You placed your hand on the back of his head and pushed it teasingly, "Yeah, like that?" You then pushed his chest when you heard him laugh, "Or like that?"
You did not have much time to react that he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to the side in one of the nearest closet, his face up close to yours as he locked it behind you, "So you're the type of girl who pretends she's fighting to flirt? I wouldn't have pegged you to be the type."
Looking at him with fake composure you smirked, "I'm not flirting."
His nose brushed against yours as his eyes travelled to your lips a fleeting second, "'s that right?"
You breathed out a soft, "Yeah, that's right."
"So I shouldn't kiss you right now, right?" He whispered cockily, his lips ghosting over yours.
Your confidence faltered, you met his gaze and swallowed hard, remaining silent one second too long. Jack moved his lips to your cheek and whispered again, "I want enthusiasm or nothing. Couldn't be too hard to give it seeing how you've been devouring me with those eyes o' yours."
The response you gave was to turn your face towards his once more, brushing your lips to his, Jack pulled his face away and pursed his lips poutingly, "Come on babe, gimme something. A guy's gotta know he's wanted too, come on. Speak up for me, I know you're a smart girl, right?" His hands moved to keep your hips still as he chuckled nervously.
Giving him a nod, you whispered in a low tone, barely audible, "Yes, I want you to kiss me because I'm that stupid–" His hands flew to your face, holding it still as he kissed you passionately, you broke the kiss with a pleading voice, "Fuck I shouldn't-"
One more peck and Jack stopped, cold, hurt, "You shouldn't? Why?"
"I told you–"
His brows raised in disbelief, "Just 'cause I'm in a fraternity? Are you for real?" Pulling away, he ran his hands through his hair, muttering something before breathing out once more, "I liked you, I thought you were cool, but you're actually judgmental. Based on nothing!"
"Your reputation–"
He laughed, "My reputation that's completely built on rumors? Oh wake up, you're a smart girl, we both know that." He threw his hands in the air and laughed once more, tired and hurt, "I think you should work on your pride a little, you clearly can't take people talking shit behind your back if you were to get with me. That's what it is?"
You mulled yours words, not wanting to say anything you would regret, but Jack was quick, "I thought we were getting along, you didn't even get to know me. That's fuckin' crazy—it's whatever, I got shit to do." Unlocking the door, he got out and gave you one last pained look as he shook his head in shock, "I really liked you. Jake'll get my stuff from your frat rat girl."
With that you watched him walk away and ran back to your room, putting all of his stuff in a bag—once you got to his notes, it was messy, colorful and in the margins a little heart with your initials. Cliché and foolish, but cute, you slumped on the chair with a thud and let your head hit the desk, "What have I done?"
i know you JUST posted it but would you do a frat boy jack part 2??
kissies x
Hi!
I have nothing scheduled for it yet but the door is absolutely open for it once I get inspired! I'm super happy you've enjoyed it, I have other Shawn Hatosy characters related works in progress too!
I dont' date frat boys - Frat boy!Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader [Pt. 1]
Summary : You're drunk and lost your friend at a party, Jack finds you and helps you out.
Tags: inebriation, no smut
Word count: 2.7K
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You were frantically walking around the house, zig-zaging through dancing people, loud, drinking and singing ones too, all of it in an attempt to find your friend back. She had brought you a stupid frat party just to talk to her crush, you would not blame her one bit for bringing you here had she stuck to you or told you where she had gone—which she had not.
With already a few drinks down, your head was feeling like shit and your stomach was heavy; any push or bumps against you got you further and further down the road of getting mad or crying, you weren't sure just yet.
Frowning with a clenched jaw you found your way to a semi-quiet area only to feel a heady hand on your shoulder, "What's up with you?"
Shrugging off the hand, you huffed with a shake of your head, "Tired, 's'all."
"Oh oh oh, you're wasted, aren't you?" He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, as the other held a bottle of beer and guided it to his lips with a big smile. You tried to pull away but he kept you close, "Hey I'm not a dick, promised. I'm not gonna do jack shit—jack shit." He laughed, "Jack by the way." He reached for one of your hands as you walked as if to shake it, even with his holding a beer and yours wrapped around yourself, closing yourself to him.
Muttering your name, he scoffed and opened a door to one of the room upstairs before letting your in and shutting the door behind, "Yeah, I didn't hear that. I'm usually super good at listening to pretty girls but the music's fucking loud right now."
Even in the state your were in, you could roll your eyes and took a few steps to keep some distance from him as you repeated your name and added, "I'm not drunk enough to sleep with random guys or—or like accept drinks for people at parties and shit like that, 'kay?"
He put his bottle down and raised both hands in defense, "Got it beautiful, I wanna help is all. Here, I'll get you some water." Reaching for the small fridge behind you he grabbed a bottle and tossed it at you, you almost caught it only for him to quickly reached forward and grasp it before it could hit the floor, "You sure you don't wanna sleep it off? Drink some, 'should help with the headache."
Your eyes felt heavy but you leaned against the desk behind you as you took a deep breath and opened the bottle of water. You were startled by the door suddenly opening, "There you fucking are—ah shit, Jack Rabbit's got company" A random guy exclaimed loudly, bursting your ears off, Jack threw a pair of socks at him, "Get outta here Buck, I'm pretty sure I saw your cousin, you should try hitting her up or somethin'."
"Oh fuck off bro, that was–"
"Get your ass outta my fuckin' room man." He pushed him out, locking the door behind his fraternity brother.
The semi-quiet returned, Jack nodded at you, "'You gonna drink, or what?"
"Are all your friends into their cousin or…" You asked jokingly upon hearing the 'joke' about it.
The brunette laughed, "Nah just Buck, the rest of us are into cute girls, like you."
You huffed and put the bottle down, ready to leave. Jack grabbed your hand and stopped you, "I'm not hittin' on you to fuck you tonight, come on. You just—drink the water, rest some in my room and leave whenever."
Another laugh escaped your lips as you settled back against the desk, "I know guys like you, charming, funny, playing nice and all of that. Then, if I look around your room, I'd probably find a notebook with a list of all the girls you've fucked, rating them or something like that." You paused with a shake of your head, "I don't do that shit."
Jack was smiling from ear to ear, cocky, proud to have you think that of him, he was a lot of talk, he fucked for sure, but he had other things to do if he wanted to get out of college before his thirties. "You're free to look around if you'd like, I mean, it's nosy but I don't got anything to hide from a girl I could have a shot with."
"I've seen you around campus, you know." You changed topic, "Reckless, loud, extroverted and always up to no good."
"Yeah? You been watching me, then?"
A short silence.
He spoke once more, "I mean, I've been watchin' you personally. You're always with that frat rat, what's her name again?" You gave your friend's name with a laugh and he continued, "Yeah, that. But you're not like her." He commented, "Yet you're here tonight, what brought your pretty face here? I'm not complaining, fuck no I'm not complaining—but you do know whose room you're in, right?"
"Yours, you said it yourself. I'm here cause my 'frat rat' friend wanted to see her crush, then I lost her—I'm assuming she found him."
"Yeah? She didn't tell you about me?"
You smiled, "What, sad she doesn't gossip about Jack Abbot? You're not her type, she has very specific taste."
Finally sitting down on the edge of his bed, looking at you still with his arms behind him on the bed, Jack smiled, "I don't care 'bout her taste, I wanna know 'bout yours."
"Ever the smooth talker, huh? Can't I just stay here in peace and quiet?" You bemoaned, pulling the desk chair and sitting there, keeping a distance between the two of you.
His smile turned into a grin, "Tell you what, you answer this question and I'll let you stay in peace and quiet. I'll go back to the party, you get to keep my room for the entire night, good?"
His offer seemed suspicious but you did appreciate it, "Alright, yeah. Ask ahead."
"D'you find me hot?"
Your eyes widened, you choked on your saliva and laughed, "That's the question you chose?"
"Just answer it and I'm gone."
You shrugged, looking around, "I don't date frat boys, that's too much trouble." You paused, giving him a playfully eye roll, "It's a shame, because you are handsome–"
He got up to you and kissed your cheek so fast you barely had time to process, "Fuck yeah, that's what I like to hear. I'll go back out there, you can lock yourself in or not, your pick princess."
As he hurried out, you turned off the lights, moved to the couch and laid down with a burning sensation in your cheeks as you drifted it off to sleep.
When the party died down, Jack got back to his unlocked room and found you balled up on his couch, he laughed to himself and carried you to his poorly made bed before tucking you in. Absolutely wasted himself, he showered and put on some underwear before hopping on the couch and finishing his night there. He was already excited to see how you'd react in the morning when you'd find out you had fallen asleep in his bed.
Came morning, you woke up with a long groan and a strange feeling of being somewhere unfamiliar. Quick to sit up, the room around you was bright and most definitely not yours, the swear you let out woke up the man on the couch as he groaned and sat up, half-dressed, "The fuck's got you screaming this early pretty face?"
"Don't tell me we fucked—shit don't tell-"
"What? No? You were absolutely wasted last night, rumors say my dick game's great not that I'm a dick—I mean, I guess I am sometimes, but-"
You sighed in relief, "No you're not." another sigh, "No you're not a dick, you—I remember, you gave me some water, you were sweet, yeah. Thank you for that."
"It's whatever, boys are already talkin'." He said, laying back with an arm over his face.
You raised a brow, "About?"
"You really don't care about frat anything, do you?" He peeked from behind his arm.
A laugh came from you, "I really don't, it's most definitely not in my top three interests, not even top ten I'd say."
"D'you know they call me Jack Rabbit, well they also call me Jackoff but that's a dick move."
You stared at him, confused, "Great?"
"Oh my god, I have been looking for you everywhere!" You heard from the now wide open door as your friend entered and rushed to the bed. Her crush right behind her, smiling at Jack then you. As she hugged you, she whined, "I lost you to the man-whore of the fraternity, I'm sorry baby! Jake told me his boy had a girl in, you know? I just—the description, it had to be you, when he told me you were in the same bedroom as Jack Abbot?!" She gasped, throwing a dirty look at the poor man on the couch.
Your throat felt tight, "Well, he's sweet, what are you on about?"
Jake laughed, "Sweet?! He got girls in here almost every party we throw, he's got the fattest dick-"
At the same time, both Jack and you spoke, he groaned, "Alright man, don't tell her that, come on!"
"Jesus fucking Christ, I don't have to hear about that?!" You said nervously, noticing how Jack was covering his face with a pillow as he groaned. "Frankly, I don't give a shit either. I'll join you in a bit, okay?" You told your friend, who nodded a bit oddly before slowly, very slowly, seeing herself out of the room with her crush, who had most certainly been upgraded to the boyfriend title for now.
Looking over at Jack you held back a smile, "So you fuck, that's why you've been weird? What, you slept with a hard on the entire night or something?"
"It's just bullshit, I bring girls here when they're absolutely out of it—yeah I fuck, but probably half of the ones I bring here during one of those parties are just absolutely wasted. I don't fuck a girl if we're not both enjoying it." He shrugged, "Still, I'm cursed with having a great dick game and a big dick, what can I say?" He said lightly, making you laugh.
Getting up, you locked the door from inside and looked at him, "I'd offer you a date, to thank you for last night, but I don't mess with frat boys." You smiled, walking up to him.
His eyes never left yours as he smiled smugly, your body was acting much differently than your words were saying, "What are you studying, Jack?"
"Medicine." He grinned, already reaching out for your hands to guide you on top of him, "Gimme a few years and you'll call me Doctor Abbot when I'm fucking you, 'you patient enough to wait 'til then?"
You were surprised to hear what he was studying, enough for it to throw you off your limited game, "Wait are you serious?"
"I'm pretty confident you want to fuck me, so yeah-"
You pushed his face when he sat up saying so, "No, about medicine."
"Yeah, I'm gonna join the army, be a medic on the field and all that." He said casually.
Clearing your throat, you stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, "I thought…"
"You assumed I was a dumb frat douche bag with limited IQ or somethin'?"
You pursed your lips, "Maybe in a way, yeah."
"Does it change anything now that you know I'm hot, smart and about to be rich?" He half-joked, getting up and walking up to you confidently.
You burst out laughing, leaning back to avoid being too close to him, "Frankly, I still hate the idea of going on date with a reckless frat boy like you. You stir shit around campus, and you're a troublemaker."
"For fun, my grades follow, ma'am. 's'that okay for you? I do good in school, ma'am." He pleaded mockingly, making you blush as he leaned in even more, his hands resting on either side of your hips, forcing you to lean further back. "Not to diagnose you or anything, but you got some heartbeat to you, pretty girl. I make your nervous or something?"
"You're arrogant." You breathed out, smiling timidly. You liked that.
He nodded, his face closer and closer to yours, "I am, especially when the girl's hard to get. I gotta play both parts, you know?"
A scoff, "My stellar reputation will go down the drain." You half-joked.
"So you care that much about what people think." A hand found itself on your jaw, his half-hooded eyes gazed down on you cockily, "I'm like a dog, you know?"
"Yeah?" You breathed out nervously.
"I bark, I'm loud, in fuckin' rut all of the time-" He joked, earning himself your hand on his mouth as you let yourself fall on the bed with a loud sigh, but Jack quickly caught himself as he rolled off you and layed down next to you, one elbow keeping him up, "Loyal, alright? I'll treat you so good sweetheart."
You shook your head, turning it to look at his wide grin, unable to hide your growing smile, "So you like scratches and you should get neutered?"
He burst out laughing, bringing you in for a tight hug as he helped you roll on top of him, "Let me treat you to a date, please? I'll be so fuckin' good, come on. I wanna get to know the pretty girl I helped at a party, 's that so bad?" Holding your face above his with both hands, he brushed his nose against yours, "Pretty please with a cherry on top."
Staring right at him, you stopped breathing the moment his face got close to yours, he was a bit of a jock, talkative, but he had done nothing wrong. Still holding your breath, you uttered, "Yeah, alright."
"Ok, now breathe or I'll probably won't have that date." He chuckled, pressing his lips to yours with a huge smile when he heard the huge sigh coming from you, "Not a doctor yet but it's breathe in, breathe out usually."
You got out of bed and let out another nervous breath, "One date, that's all you'll get."
Hurrying to his feet, Jack grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, "First date for now, yeah I hear you."
"I said one date–"
He kissed your cheek, "For now, yeah, you can go and gossip with your girl friend now." Unlocking the door, he tilted his head to the side, never dropping the smug smile on his lips, "You didn't change dorm, right? Still sharing it with the frat rat?"
You nodded.
"Great, I'll come and get you…let's say, next Friday?"
You huffed, "Make it tomorrow, if you think you can not get wasted until then. Sunday is good for resting." You whispered, still holding his hand while standing by the unopened door.
He squeezed your fingers, "Shit, yeah I usually study on Sundays but…"
You rapidly suggested something else, thinking yourself too forthcoming, "Alright, Wednes-"
"Oh I'm not missing out, fuck no. Study date? At your dorm, don't wanna ruin your reputation too much, not yet." He winked.
Opening the door with a long nod, you pressed your lips to his cheek, "Study date. Studying is the key word, you're smart, get it in your head, okay?"
"Yes ma'am, anything for you ma'am." He smiled broadly, pushing the door to close it as he leaned in, "Do I get another kiss before you go?"
You opened the door wide, "No you do not, see you tomorrow, Doctor Abbot." You winked.
Walking out of his room, you were fighting a stupid grin, one your friend caught by matching it ten times, "Hello? What's going on with your face right now?"
You shrugged, "I got a date."
"Fuck yeah she does, with me!" He called out from his room, still barely dressed, smiling from ear to ear, "Let's fucking go!"
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