"Nice outfit," Jack smirks. I have grey skinny jeans and a green sleeveless tank top. A black and white plaid button-up hanging loosely on my shoulders, which is a bold move so I'm going to button it up the moment I get a chance.

He's as dressed as usual; looking fucking astonishing. Black and red Jordan's, blue baggy jeans barely hanging onto his waist with a Gucci belt, a red muscle shirt with a black leather jacket over. Diamond earrings, silver chains, and rings, with a gemmed watch, I have no clue if the gems are real diamonds or not, but knowing his money they probably are.

"Your sarcasm isn't wanted or needed, let's just fucking do this," I wrap my hands around his leathered arm and drag us inside. He looked like he was going to say something else, but I shushed him. "How noticeable do you want this relationship?" He looks at me with a cocked eyebrow. "Answer the questions."

"Very, I need it to be."

I nod and walk us into the school, and into the middle of the mall. I stand on one of the chairs and sit on the table, then I push him into the chair next to me. I scoot in front of him and take his hand. My legs are now open in front of him, trapping him on both sides, and I'm leaning in. I love being in control, and he doesn't say anything about it.

I wait till more people are around.

"What do you want to know about me?" I ask in a whisper near his ear, I feel repulsed by myself.

 "People will think we're flirting, but you want to know so much about me so this is the time."

I pull back and see that his eyes slightly dilate. I want to laugh.

"What's your deal? Why don't you go out? What keeps you so busy?" He asks in a whisper.

"That's personal." I give a grin, my fingers curl around the hem of his shirt.

"What's your family like?"

"I'm an only child, stay-at-home mom, and my father is an office worker, working his ass tired for a promotion. Yours?"

"Mom is an attorney, and Dad works for NASA. Only child too. Why are you shut off from others?"

"Why are you so talkative?" I place my hands gently on his leathered arms, trailing my fingers up and down his bicep.

"This is about getting to know you. Not the other way around."

"I'm "shut off" the same way you're talkative. I'm not a social butterfly."

"Do you work? Favorite show or movie?"

"No, I don't work. I'm a marvel person."

"Favorite sex position?"

"I'm going to fucking slap you," I give a wicked grin and dig my fingers into his biceps.

He burst out laughing, his hands flying onto my knees.

"I was joking," he grins, his brown eyes shining. He glances around, then notices his hands on my knees. He stared for a minute then slowly dragged his hands down to grab my calves. Now he's massaging them gently, and my heart is doing somersaults. "But, I've heard I'm great in bed," he winks.

"You're lucky we're playing pretend and have a deal, or I'd kick you in the face," I glare leaning in, and placing my hands beside me. His hands are still rubbing my legs, and I don't think he knows he's doing it.

"What? Embarrassed?" He smirks also leaning in.

"Not in the slightest," I whisper then lean back on my hands. "More annoyed than anything."

"You'll get used to it."

"How long are we going to be doing this for?"

"However long it needs to be."

"Not happening. 3 weeks top."

"4, just in case."

"Fine, 1 month. If no one comes barreling at your feet I'm not sticking around."

He doesn't look too happy with that statement, so I lean forward up to his ear.

"And kissing is off the list."

I move around him, making him let go of my legs. I stand on the seat and drop down. I go over to my normal group, smirking. He's going to be following my demands; he's my dog now.

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Jackass: "Yo what's the address?"

"I'm sorry, who do you think you are?"

Jackass: "Jack. What's your address? I'm coming to pick you up."

"I'm not home, sorry."

Jackass: "I can wait till you get back, what's your address?"

"Why do you want to know?"

My doctor clears her throat, I look up. "Cell phones off Mac, it's only going to take 15 minutes."

"Sorry, I know. I'm sorry," I say and quickly respond to Jack. "Can't talk, powering off phone."

So I power off the phone, and I do the normal treatment. 15 minutes later I'm weak and hungry, even though eating is going to hurt. So I ate an apple that my mom already sliced because she knew I would struggle with biting into a full apple. I sit with my parents while we wait for another 15 minutes. I forgot all about turning on my phone until I got home. I was so drained I fell asleep on the couch without turning it back on. My father left straight to work, my mother did her normal stay-at-home mom thing, and I slept on the couch the whole time. I woke up to Tim sitting in the chair next to the couch, waiting for me to wake up. The first thing I did was have soup broth, and I didn't talk. Understandably so. I used my pen and closed my eyes. My mom and Tim sit in silence around me. I'm not going to be able to talk today or tomorrow, meaning no school.

I finally grab my phone and power it on. It blows up with notifications.

From "💅🏻gays and theys 🖤", about 30 messages.

From Tim, 10 messages.

From Jackass, 7 messages.

I click on Jack first, "why?", "Luc insists that you come with us", "joyriding and shit"

After 30 minutes

"Is your phone off or are you ignoring me?"

"We have a deal and this shit is going to be a part of it"

"My friends like you, so they want you to chill with us more"

"This is just a part of the role"

God, I really consider blocking him.

Tim texted me about an assignment, and after not responding he asked if I was okay, or if I was at the hospital again. I'm guessing he contacted my parents because now he's here. And the group chat contains a bunch of random gay bullshit.

"Hey dickhead," I text to Jack. "If I say I'm powering off my phone, I'm powering that shit off. Don't blow it up. And I'm not going to be pretending outside of school. So, suck a dick 🖕🏼"

I'm so pissed I can feel my blood boiling. I drop the phone limply, and it clunks against the wood. Tim gives me a concerned look, I give him a weak thumbs up. I pull out my pen and breathe in the substance. I'm out, so I pass it to him.

"Want me to refill it?"

I gave another weak thumb. He hustled to the wooden box that I kept the fillings in. He takes out the old cartridge and drops it in the trash. He grabs a new one and starts peeling off the wrapper. He grabs the small sterile needle in the box and opens it up. Next, he tips the refill upside down and punctures the hole. The needle is then dropped into the waste bin and he attaches the refill to the pen. He brings it back and I take two big breaths of the liquid-vapor. This isn't his first time changing the cartridges, while at school I've needed him to change it in front of the nurse.

I speak out a weak and quiet "Thank you". 

My mom watched with a grin. "You're getting better; faster," she says to him. He laughs and thanks to her.