Chapter 5-1
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Chapter 5
Mike sees Jacob getting ready and wants to know where he’s going. He doesn’t get this whole I’m not talking to you thing at all. That bothers Jacob. What’s the use of being mad at someone if they don’t realize it? “A party,” is all he says. He’s wearing that tank top Avery commented on and a pair of baggy jeans. It feels so good to be in denim again. “You’re not invited.”
“I don’t want to go,” Mike replies, as if he has a choice. “You’re wearing that?”
Avery told me to, Jacob almost says, but he’s not going to talk to Mike about Avery. Instead, he glares at his roommate and asks, “What’s wrong with it?”
Mike doesn’t answer at first. The tank top is tight and tucked into his jeans. It covers his stomach and chest like a second skin. His arms are well muscled—he likes the way they make him look older than he really is. They bulge in all the right places. The jeans are thick and dark, hanging off his hips in a sexy manner. Only a thin braided belt holds them up. He wears gold studs in his ears that he’s kept out all week long because boys at the school can’t wear jewelry, and he’s got a slim gold chain around his neck that falls from his collarbone to pool in the hollow of his throat. He knows he looks fine.
Apparently Mike knows it too. In the end he just shrugs and says, “You should wear something on your arms. It gets cold at night.”
That’s what Avery is for, Jacob thinks. To keep me warm. But instead, he tells Mike, “You sound like my mother.”
“I’m just saying…”
Jacob grabs a white shirt from the closet and tugs it on. “There,” he says. “You happy?”
He leaves the shirt and cuffs unbuttoned because he’s had to button all his school shirts up to the neck. This shirt isn’t one of those. This shirt is so thin, it’s almost translucent, and his tank top shines through. Mike was right, he did need something on his arms. If only so he can be helped out of it later.
He knows there’s going to be a later.
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