the list | jacob sartorius [COMPLETED]

ten

Emily

"Since when do you have a boyfriend, young lady?" My mother raises an eyebrow, staring me down from across the dining room table.

I nervously gulp, my leg shaking under the table. Here I was, having this unwillingly conversation with my mom because she saw a text from Jacob pop up on my phone.

"Not long, I swear." I answer quickly, watching as she slightly gets more comfortable.

"And, what party is this he's talking about?" She asks, pointing down at the message in front of us.

hey baby, i had a fun time with you at the party last night.😏

It read. I curse to myself at his choice of an emoticon, when in fact nothing bad happened between us. Everyone knows the smirking emoji is sexual.

"Um, it was a- uh a birthday party." I finally manage to come up with a lie. She crosses her arms and leans back in the chair.

"For who?" She softly laughs, waiting for an answer.

Just as I was about to speak the doorbell rings. My mom gets up from the table and walks towards the front door.

"Thank god," I mumble under my breath. She opens the door and I hear the voice belonging to a girl on the other side.

Since I'm nosy, I decide to get up from the table as well. I walk towards the door and stand next to my mom. In front of us was a tall blonde girl with a pamphlet in one hand and a box in another.

She looks over at me with a smile on her face, but when her eyes trail down her facial expression changes into a frown.

"Is that Jacob's hoodie?" The girl asks, closing the box of whatever she had. It was now just us since my mom went to go get her wallet.

"How do you know, Jacob?" I ask, shoving my hands into the pocket of the maroon hoodie.

"Who doesn't know him?" She laughs, flipping her hair. I guess she did have a point, I do need to remember how Jacob was before.

"Well, he's my boyfriend." I say with a small smile. She begins to laugh and rolls her eyes.

"But you're so-" The girl is cut off by my mom joining us once again. She immediately puts a smile back on her face and takes the money from my mother.

"You two have a nice day!" She says in a perky tone, turning around and walking down the steps. My mom shuts the door and walks back into the kitchen, me following behind her.

"What was that about?" I ask, sitting back down at the table. She sits across from me, setting a bag of chips in the middle of us.

"Raising money for the gymnastics team," My mom smiles, grabbing a potato chip out of the yellow bag. I nod, grabbing a chip as well. Of course she just had to be on the gymnastics team.

I had always wondered why Jacob would be with such pretty, talented girls but leave them for another one. I mean, I get he was once a major player, but why?

"So Emily," My mom gets my attention, snapping me out of my thoughts. "This Jacob boy, what does he do?" She asks, eating more chips.

I sigh, wishing she had forgotten about the conversation we were having before. "Well, he's on the basketball team." I answer her question.

"Oh an athlete," She nods her head. "Do you love him?" She adds on.

My eyes go wide and I quickly shake my head. "Mom, no. It's only been about a week." I remind her.

"Okay," She gets up from the table once again, walking into the kitchen. I walk behind her, watching as she puts the bag of chips away. "Are you sure you don't love him?" I roll my eyes at her comment and shake my head.

I was about to leave and go to my room when my mom starts to speak again.

"I want Jack-"

"It's Jacob, mom." I correct her. She laughs before finishing her sentence.

"I want Jacob to come over for dinner tonight, I'm sure your father would love to meet him." She says, making my heart sink.

"Mom, no." I say, just imagining the awkward tension.

"Yes, Emily. Say about seven," She smiles.

"Fine," I groan.

That's if he even agrees.

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This boy in my class keeps calling me "his babe" or "his babygirl" and he always tries to hold my hand. Fuckboys smh, might as well call me Emily now ;)