who knew the fuckboy star soccer player would be the one to tutor you
jake sim x fem reader
smut. angst. 18+. MDNI.
JAKE SIM
when you hear that name you think of a walking std. even though he doesn’t have one. because at least he’s responsible enough to wrap it up and get checked at the student health center regularly.
per your friends of course.
you’ve always been in your bubble, throughout lower grade school, and now even in college. you liked your small group of friends. not being popular. not having all the attention on you.
you did well enough in school to get into this great university.
you opted to spend your weekends in the library or a cafe, reading, studying, or catching up on homework. while your friends had guys deep in them, you were deep in your homework.
today was like no other, saturday evening, library mainly empty, your text book spread out with words and number that made absolutely no sense to you.
your eyebrows furrowed to concentrate, your hand running through your hair in frustration.
why did you even have to take chemistry? this was stupid. you bit your lower lip, your pen fidgeting in between your fingers.
“need help?” that oh so familiar bright, but sultry voice asked from behind you.
you turned around to see jake with a lopped sided grin on his face. “no thank you,” you answered in a clipped tone. you rolled your eyes and turned back to the frustrating situation in front of you.
“oh come on! i can see you struggling,” jake says, pulling out the wooden chair from beside you, which once sat empty, was now occupied by him. he dropped his dark backpack in front of him, between his feet.
jake leaned over, his breath fanning against your cheek to get a closer look at the issue at hand. with a finger, he pointed and started to explain what you were doing wrong. he was only trying to help.
but you knew him. well his reputation at least. he’s probably telling you nonsense, just to sound smart. his end goal was probably to get between your legs.
“i said no thanks.” you repeated, voice laced with warning.
jake looked at you, startled. eyes wide. you finally met his gaze, taking in his features. fuck him for actually being handsome.
“oh, well,” jake stuttered. his shoulders sagged. “i’ll just leave you be then.” his gaze shifted to behind you, wanting to avoid your scrutinizing eyes.
jake quickly stood, grabbing his backpack and walking away from you. you didn’t even bother to keep your eyes on him, and went back to your studies.
by the entrance, jake’s friends, jay and sunghoon stood, happening to witness the encounter.
“tough crowd?” sunghoon teased.
“i was just wanting to help her!” jake defended. “i saw she was struggling.” he adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder, as the three boys walked out into the fresh air.
“help her or get in her pants?” jay questioned his friend. jake stayed silent for a beat too long. jay laughed with a sigh. “ever thought maybe she’s not like the other girls and is fool proof when it comes to you?”
jake thought about it. since he first saw you he was drawn to you. but you never gave him the time of day. it was freshman orientation when he first saw you. before he even was given the reputation of the campus fuckboy and heartthrob. before he became the start soccer player for the university’s team.
he’s seen you at parties before. not many, but enough. at the time, either he never had the courage to go up to talk to you, or when he did, you were preoccupied by your friends, or by other men, or you had disappeared from his sight.
he’s even had a few classes with you—but he was never lucky enough to end up sitting by you or being partnered with you.
only a handful of times has he ever talked—or attempted to talk to you and it failed. usually your friends were around, trying to flirt with him, but he only had eyes for you. but your gaze never met his, always keeping your distance.
you didn’t fall for his smile, charm, sweet talk. none of it. you were truly either different, out of your mind, or he had the wrong body parts.
but per your friends who always talk about you around him and his friends, you were definitely into body parts he possessed.
“good luck with her man.” sunghoon patted jake’s back.
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heat crept to your cheeks, cringing inwardly as you looked at the grade on your chemistry exam.
“45%.” your voice wavering. maybe you didn’t want to be a veterinarian that bad?
you slammed the exam face down, disgusted by your lack of knowledge about the subject.
the professor tsked at the front of the room, and before dismissing, asked those who wanted to do better on the next to meet him at the front to sign up for a tutor.
you wasted no time, writing down your name, email, and phone number for a tutor to reach out to you.
the exam crumpled under your fist as you walked out the lecture hall, not watching where you were going, only to bump into a shoulder.
“oof, sorry!” you mumbled out an apology. you looked up seeing the pale skin of a handsome man. the same one that hangs out with jake sim.
park sunghoon.
“no worries,” he smiles, showing off his canines. park sunghoon was a handsome man. hell—all of jake’s friends were handsome. but their heads and egos were already big enough.
you were so focused on sunghoon, that you hadn’t noticed that your crumpled exam had fallen out of your hand.
making a mad dash out of the building, sunghoon watched you with a smile, then with a frown, looked down to the crumpled paper on the ground.
he opened it, seeing that it was a chemistry grade with your name. he took out his phone and sent a text to jake.
- group chat 02z -
hoon: jake, seems like your girl might need your help after all 😐. [attached one image]
jake: oof that grade 🥴 but say no more 😏
the next day in your history class, you received a text from an unknown number.
xxx-xxx-xxxx — hey. 👋 this is your tutor for chem for professor gillian. please let me know the time and day which works best for you for our first meeting. after that we can come up with a schedule that fits both our needs.
you — hi! i can meet tmr at the library at like 5ish?
xxx-xxx—xxxx: sounds good. i will book study room w45 on the fourth floor near west wing.
“imagine if your tutor, was like, hot.” your friend, yena exclaimed with a clap. you had met with your friends after class to grab some food at the dining hall.
you shrugged. “i’m trying to get my grade up, not find a good lay, yen.”
your other friend, stella gasped, “why not both?” you smiled and shook your head.
your third and final friend at the table smirked, “what if it’s jake sim?” anna gushes.
you looked at her with horror and confusion. “now why would jake sim be my tutor for chemistry?”
“because he’s smart?” stella says matter of factly.
you laughed harder, gasping for air. “oh please. not you both falling for the smart guy act.” you wiped fake tears, catching your breath. “he’s already tried to ‘help’ me once, seeing me struggle at the library.” you say, using your fingers for quotation marks around the word help. “i know his tactics.”
“but—,” anna began but you cut her off.
“no buts.” you say, and the three friends went quiet. if it was jake sim who would be tutoring you, you’d just have to find out for yourself.
which you did, because when you walked into the booked study room by your tutor, you saw jake sim sitting at the table comfortably.
“um excuse me! this room is taken.”
“you’re excused,” jake smirks. “and of course it’s taken, im the one who booked it.”
“liar!” you argued. you knew jake was desperate, but this desperate? you didn’t want to believe the jake sim—knew chemistry.
boy did he prove you wrong. he had the receipts—passed exams, quizzes, work, other tutoring gigs. the boy never got below an 88% on his stuff.
he was smart. a freaking genius. he showed you all his advance classes, his grades in there. proof of emails of his professors congratulating or praising him.
you sat there in silence. unmoving. jake kept a watchful eye on you. “can i tutor you now? i genuinely want to help.”
“what’s in it for you?” you raised a eyebrow.
“nothing. i just love teaching people about this subject. i get real nerdy about it.” jake chuckled softly, your to tongue ran over your teeth, not going unnoticed by jake.
“nerdy?” you deadpanned.
“nerdy.” he repeated, bright smile.
and once again, he proved just how nerdy he gets for this subject. his voice was animated the entire time talking and teaching you the basics you’d need. the foundation and fundamentals to build on. then he went on to explain your exam and why you got what you did wrong.
“how’d you get this?” your face askew, ripping the paper embarrassment from his hands.
“my friend found it by the trash in a lecture hall.”
you realized it had to be sunghoon. you had balled it up when you ran into him, and suddenly forgotten about it.
“no need to be embarrassed by it, angel. chemistry is a hard concept to grasp.”
you ignored the angel nickname. “but you get it just fine?”
jake shrugged. “been into it since i was young.” he ran a hand through his hair, the brown curls getting more unruly.
for the next hour or so, jake continued with the study session, and by the time you both were done for the night, it was almost 9 pm.
“well damn, 4 hours spent on chemistry?”
“time goes by fast when you’re having fun, huh?” jake laughed.
“maybe for you.” you teased, starting to pack up your bag. “should we set a schedule for our tutoring?”
“so you do want to see me again?”
you nodded. “well yeah, i need to pass this class for my pre-vet requirements.”
jake leaned back in his chair, his thumb running against his lower lip, before moisturizing said lips with his tongue. you couldn’t help but watch.
“since it’s not soccer season, i am pretty open. i have classes typically until 3 pm everyday,”
“and your weekends are spent parting and occupied by girls.” you finished.
“why don’t you come out to any parties?”
“not my scene.” you say. “anyways, how about monday, wednesdays, and thursdays? around same time—5ish?”
jake nodded in agreement. “i get you three times a week? lucky me.”
“you damn right lucky you, i don’t spend my precious time with just anyone, sim.”
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three weeks have passed since jake started tutoring and helping you in chemistry. that was 9 tutoring sessions. each lasting up to 4 hours with him.
you were starting to spend more time with fuckboy jake sim, than your own friends.
of course there were a few times where his friends would join—just for about an hour though. other interruptions came from girls who were dying for his attention.
there was one girl who successfully pulled him away for a good five minutes, and you were sure jake had either received a blow job from her or they had a quickie.
you didn’t mention it though. just gave him a glare.
but you were starting to tolerate him—even slightly like him. he was kind, efficient, easy going, accountable, and was capable enough to handle the subject.
you also came to learn jake sim was very adventurous, curious, confident , and sexy. and you weren’t just talking about his looks.
but him. the way he spoke. carried himself. his gestures. vocabulary. voice. that australian accent seemed stronger than before.
few times you had to squeeze your thighs together and mentally slap yourself.
“your exam is next week, on tuesday,” jake says, interrupting your thoughts.
your voice shook, “yeah,”
“no need to be nervous, angel. you’ve been doing great so far during our sessions. i’m positive you’re getting a minimum of a 80%.”
“not a 100%?”
“let’s be realistic here,”
you laughed deep in your belly. jake loved it. loved that you were finally opening up to him. enjoying his company just as much as he was enjoying yours.
“any celebratory ideas?”
you tapped your chin with your finger, “mhm, ice cream?”
“boring.” jake stuck out his tongue, thumbs down. “something more enjoyable.”
“buy myself new books?”
jake shook his head. “nope.” he then thought about it himself, “how about this—,”
“no.” you quickly cut him off.
“you didn’t even know what i was going to say!”
“you had that smile on your face sim. didn’t like it.” you crossed your arms.
“i was just gonna say, celebrate that good grade by coming to heeseung’s party on saturday? since the exam is on a tutoring day, we won’t have much to go over, other than seeing your results.”
you drew in a breath, ready to say no, but jake puckered his bottom lip with a pout, his eyes sad looking. your head cocked to the side, “is that the look you give girls when you want them in bed?”
“nah, i just have to smile and they drop their panties for me.”
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the exam came and went, and it was now thursday, results for the exam. your heart beat fast in your chest, like it was about explode.
your professor gave you a court smile, lying your exam face down. with trembling fingers you turned it over.
82%.
you nearly choked on your own spit. nearly stood up in the middle of the class, an excited scream treating to slip. but you contained the excitement. you looked forward to telling jake, seeing him, seeing him share your excitement.
then your heart dropped. you were actually looking forward to seeing jake. seeing him smile. sharing the joy of the intimate moment.
fuck you were screwed.
that evening you dragged your feet to the library, nervously playing with the strap of your backpack. jake was in his usual spot in the study room, typing on his laptop.
probably working on his essay that he had actually asked you to help him with for his creative writing elective course.
you knocked to not startle him, and he turned his head, a smile covering his face when he saw it was you and not another girl there to bother him for a quick hookup.
to jake, he may be a fuckboy, enjoy sex or whatever, but he absolutely hates when people interrupt him while he’s completing any school work.
sex and soccer is his outlets to let out that frustration, not his distractions.
you leaned over his shoulder to look at the screen, “how’s the essay coming?”
jake sighed, “i guess okay.” he mumbled feeling defeated. he shut his laptop but not before you could see the topic he was writing about.
“anyway, how’d the exam results go?” he asked twisting his body in his chair to face you, you still standing in your spot behind him.
you pretended to feel sad, defeated, a pout on your face. “you lied about wha grade i would get!”
jake’s face fell, “angel what happened? did you get nervous?” he quickly stood up, his height towering you, as he took the paper from your grip.
he looked at the red marker in confusion, then his mood lifted, heart leaping in his chest, a smile gleaming show off his perfect teeth.
you got a warm, fuzzy feeling. “told you; you lied about what grade you think i would get.”
without thinking, he pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around your neck, yours awkwardly around his waist. “so fucking proud of you angel.” he whispered against the side of your head, and kissed it.
again, your body received that warm, fuzzy feeling. you cleared your throat, carefully sliding from his embrace, heat creeping up your cheeks.
“oh, right,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, looking up to his gaze, his eyes full of something you couldn’t read. “again, thank you, jake.”
jake felt warmth bloom in his own chest, hearing you say his name. “anytime, angel.”
“who knew the popular soccer player and fuckboy would help me pass chem.”
jake smiled lopsided. “i will take that as a compliment.” he says. “and i look forward to seeing you at hee’s party.”
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that came quickly. quicker than you would like. your friends, yena, anna, and stella gathered at stella’s, getting ready for hee’s party.
black mini skirt (barely covering your ass). white cropped top. brown leather jacket on top. waist chain. black simple boots.
as you stared at your outfit, already missing your usual sweats, the girls gossiped about jake and his friends. gushing about how he is helping you pass chem.
gossiping at how you need to hook up.
your head whipped around, “don’t be stupid, stell.”
all three pouted. “the one girl jake shows any interest in, is the one rejecting him the most. sigh.” anna falls back on the bed.
“and don’t be dramatic, an.” you shook your head, adjusting the crop top and mini skirt, but it did nothing to help.
“do you guys think heeseung will like my outfit?” yena asks, twirling in her short red cocktail dress. v neck plunging.
“oh absolute, darling!” stella squealed. “you’re def hooking up with heeseung tonight!”
“and anna will definitely capture jay’s attention in her own jean mini skirt!” yena gleams.
“maybe i should try sinking my claws into sunghoon.” stella purrs.
you laugh, “go for it. i will not cockblock you all tonight. promise.”
you’d regret those words when you arrived, because as soon a yena saw heeseung, she ran over to him. not even 30 minutes in, jake had found you with his two friends, jay and sunghoon by his side.
them three, and you, stella and anna held conversations for another good 30 minutes. well, as much as you could between the drinking and loud music.
in a blink of an eye, anna had disappeared with jay to the dance floor, stella guiding sunghoon up the stairs leaving you and jake alone in the kitchen.
drumming your cup nervously, you tried to look anywhere but at jake. he looked too fine tonight—as usual. dark jeans, black hoodie, green jacket overtop. hair fluffy.
he looked so eatable. lick able. fuck why were you so horny?
“you okay?” jake asks, voice gentle. the way his hand gripped his own cup, you could see the vein in his forearm.
you felt as if you were sweating. you absentmindedly fiddled with the ring on your finger, both hands gripping the cup. “oh yeah, um, just don’t do well—around a crowd of unknown people.” you mumbled.
jake nodded realizing the anxiety you must be feeling. he softly grabbed your hand that was fiddling your ring, “follow me.” he ordered softly, and gently pulled you behind him to the back door and outside.
you suddenly felt as if you could breathe. “thanks, jake.” you smiled softly.
jake took a gulp of his drink, trying to calm himself down. you look absolutely beautiful in that mini skirt and top. an outfit he knew you wouldn’t originally wear. your thighs on display for him, and all he wanted to do was grip them. leave indents of his finger nails. be buried between them. kiss them. mark them up with his teeth and lips. he bet you taste so sweet. so soft.
he hadn’t realized he was staring until you cleared your throat. “eyes up here, sim.” you placed your fingers under his chin.
he smirked, “can’t help it angel. you look absolutely stunning tonight.”
“just stunning?” you teased, bumping your arm with his.
“stunning. beautiful. gorgeous. delicious. yummy. fuckable.”
you clenched your thighs, “i get it.”
jake bit his lower lip. your gloss on your lips so shiny, calling for his lips. before he could stop, he was leaning in, “please don’t slap me, angel.” he mumbled before his lips softly pressed against yours.
his lips so soft. pillow like. marshmallow like. your lip gloss sticking to his own lips. one hand gripped the cup to the side, the other hand went to the nape of his neck, your fingers threading through the strands.
both his hands, arms, wrapped around your waist tightly. afraid to let you go. afraid he was just dreaming this.
soon, the kiss became sloppy, each fighting for control. one of jake’s hands went to grip your ass under your skirt, causing a whine to escape your lips. he took the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth, his tongue finding yours.
dammit he was an excellent kisser.
it wasn’t until his hand on your ass, kept sliding up, gripped your waist that you pulled away. he chased for your lips, kissing you softly once more before resting his forehead against yours.
with a grin, he says “wow.” his lips now glossy from your lip gloss. pupils dilated, eyes hungry for need. want.
you swallowed realizing you just made out with the jake sim. and you liked it.
“jake—,”
before you could speak more, his lips found yours again. pushing your body against the back of the house, drink now forgotten as it lays on the ground. jake’s own drink disappeared from his grip, as now your ass was the focus of it.
you moaned his name. jake whined into the kiss, lifting your right leg up to hook around his waist, his jean covered boner resting perfectly against where you craved him most. a wet spot beginning to form.
your arms wrapped around his neck, as he continued his humping.
never did you think you’d be dry humping jake sim at a house party, outside, against the back of the house.
one of jake’s fingers crept up your bare thigh, so close to the wet patch, and where you needed him.
just as you were about to whine for him to touch you, you heard the most grated squeal of jake’s name coming out the back door.
you quickly pushed jake away, him nearly stumbling over his own feet.
“jakey, there you are!” it was chisa. one of jake’s known hookups. her long dark hair flowing with the wind, her looking prettier than ever.
you wiped the bottom of your lip in disgust and shame. disgust that you even let him touch you. shame that you fell for his charm.
“i need to go find my friends.” you mumbled, head down, arms crossed. not even sparing jake another glance, walking back into the party.
before leaving you heard jake say “chisa—,” but quickly tuned him out.
you made out with jake sim. you dry humped with jake sim. if it wasn’t for chisa, you were sure you would’ve let jake finger you. have sex with you against the house.
you quickly made your way into the house, and up the stairs, just needing to be alone. you’ve been to a house party of heeseung’s before, just it’s been a while.
memory serves yourself right, you found yourself in one of the bathrooms upstairs, shutting and locking the door behind you.
with frustration, your hands raked through your hair, down your face. what were you doing? jake was your tutor for goodness sakes.
pacing in the bathroom, your fingers picked at your bottom lip. how were things going to be normal after this? you needed jake. needed him if you wanted to pass chem.
a small knock at the door interrupted your spiraling, “just a minute!” you croaked out. looking at yourself in the mirror you took a deep breath. you had to get out of here.
unfortunately, the universe has other plans. when you unlocked the door and began to open it, you were pushed back, the door shutting once more and clicked indicating it was locked.
“jake, what are you—,”
you couldn’t finish that sentence as jake pulled you into another heated kiss, his left hand cupping your jaw.
“i wasn’t finished with you, angel.” he whispers against your lips, before his heavy lips were all over you. lips. back. collarbone.
your hand when to the back of his neck with a tight grip. “jake,” you moaned, head tilted back as he sucked on the sweet skin of your neck.
“my angel.” his free hand trailing up your bare leg, under your skirt. he wasted no time moving your panties to the side, his middle finger tracing your wet folds. “so wet for me, huh?”
your body rocked against his finger, thighs tightening around his hand between your legs. “more, jake, please.” you begged.
you were his angel indeed, as he ascended to heaven that very moment. he’s dreamt of this moment. having you moan his name, withering in pleasure.
he added a second finger, his thumb rubbing your clit. his fingers felt so good. as his paced picked up, your back dug into the counter top. your stomach began to tighten, realizing you were closer to coming. quite possibly the quickest orgasm you’ve had, ever.
jake could feel your body lock up, your hips rocking more, chasing your high. “that’s right my angel, fuck yourself on my fingers.”
you’re forehead dropped to his shoulder, as you clenched and unclenched, orgasm ripping from your body, a soft moan mixed with a yelp slipping from your lips.
jake continues to overstimulate you, your body jerking. you winced, “jake,” your voice breathless, only making jake harder in his pants.
jake lifted your head, clashing his lips to yours. back still pressed against the counter, you felt jake’s fingers moving against you. he began unzipping his pants, pulling those and his boxers low enough to pull out his leaking cock. mushroom tip covered with precome and ready for you.
you looked down, breath hitching at the sheer size and thickness of jake. yeah, no wonder girls keep coming back to him for a fuck.
“spit on it.” jake mutters, his deep voice shocking you. he’s always been sweet with you, but something with that tone when he said that had you nearly coming untouched.
you did as told, watching your salvia meet his head. you looked up, jake’s eyes heavy with lust. cock in his hand, your hands behind you gripping the bathroom counter, he teased your folds with the tip of his cock, a needy, and impatient whine falling from your lips.
“knew you wanted this, baby.” he sighs in content, and pushed the head in, followed by the rest of his length, stretching you.
“ah fuck, jake!” you gripped his shoulders, nails digging in his jacket.
“mhm, s’good for me. fit me so well.” jake mumbles softly in your ears, your right leg wrapped around his waist.
he pulled out to the tip, then slammed back in, a loud scream coming from your lips.
“pussy so tight baby, haven’t been fucked properly, huh?” jake’s mouth just kept spewing dirty praise as he rocked in and out, sounds of wet skin only to be heard. you were so wet, if you weren’t so fucked out with how jake was making you feel, you would for sure be embarrassed by the sounds coming from your mouth and your own body.
“jake—,”
“that’s it, keep moaning my name. let them know who’s making you feel this good.”
“you jake.”
“gonna come around my cock?” you nodded, and moaned even louder, hugging him tighter when he whined and moaned out your name. “making me feel so good, fuck. been thinking about this too long.”
the last sentence should have snapped you out of it, but you were to far gone. soon, your walls were clenching around jake’s cock, leg tightening around his waist, head thrown back.
“jake, yes, i’m gonna—,”
“come for me.” he growled, earning a second orgasm from you. whining when he pulled out, he stroked himself twice before coming on your pretty cunt and in your underwear.
breaths hot, bathroom reeking of sex, your leg finally moved down from his waist, wincing at the sticky substance in your underwear.
jake smiled, his hair a mess on top of his head, neck red, licking his lips. he tucked himself back in his pants. “you did so good.” he says with your name. he kissed you. tenderly.
what the fuck did you do?
been thinking about this too long.
his words repeat in your head. jake saw your furrowed brow, his palm resting against your cheek. “don’t think too much about it. let’s not overthink.”
he meant for it to be comforting, but instead you processed it as, ‘it was just a quick hookup, nothing more.’
“congrats jake, seems like you can add another name to your list.” you say, your voice laced with anger.
jake seemed flabbergasted. “what?” he went to grab your hands but you pulled away. you fixed your skirt, and patted down your hair.
“i’ll find a new tutor.” you say and opened the bathroom door, disappearing into the crowd, thankful no one was paying attention.
you walked home, telling yourself not to cry. you wouldn’t cry for him. and to think, all those study sessions, laughs, giggles, conversations, was real. to think you were stating to like him. more than an acquaintance. more than a friend.
the way he would look at you. talk to you. carry your bags. walk you to your place after a late night study session. it was all a joke and tactic to get in your pants.
a single tear slipped.
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you stuck to your word and found a new tutor. jake’s calls, texts, emails, and advancements going ignored. you told your friends what happened. they were happy you got laid, but felt for you for falling for jake.
“jay says jake’s a mess. why not hear him out?” anna says one night. after the party anna and jay definitely got a lot closer.
you thought about it that night before you agreed that maybe you did need to hear him out.
you shouldn’t have listened.
you walked around the engineering building, hiding behind the wall when you heard your name slip from jake’s lips.
“why are you so upset man, weren’t you trying to fuck her anyway?” you saw it was heeseung who said it. “by the way, don’t do that ever again, in my bathroom you freak.”
jake laughed. he laughed. “well yeah, i’ve been thinking about fucking her since i laid eyes on her.”
you turned around to walk away, not even wanting to hear the rest of the conversation.
that evening you were at the library, with your new tutor, matthew. he was smart, but you didn’t connect with him like jake. he saw you were struggling and decided to call it a night.
“but, it’s barely been two hours?”
“your mind is somewhere else. this session will do no good if you can’t focus.” he says, gathering the studying materials. “just give me a holler when you’re ready.”
you watched matthew walk away, nearly snapping your pencil in half because you were so consumed by jake sim.
you gave up, packing your own belongings and headed outside to walk home.
“how’s matthew at tutoring?” your soul nearly jumped out of your body hearing a deep voice from behind you on the dark path.
“shit jake! you can’t just be doing that to women!”
jake stalked closer, jaw tight, “i said, how’s matthew at tutoring?” his voice laced with venom—jealousy.
you gripped your strap on your bag. “he’s fine.”
“why did you find a new tutor? we were doing so well together.”
“you can cut the act jake. you got what you want from me. now you can easily move on to the next girl.”
“what—,”
“i hope you had your fun toying with me until someone better came along.” you tried to hold back your tears. “you know what really sucks about falling for a guy you know you're not right for? you fall anyway because you think he might turn out to be different.”
jake was breathless. speechless. you—you fell for him? “angel,” he reached for you but you stepped back.
“anyway, i’m done. i’ll figure out chemistry without you. goodbye jake.”
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