Which honestly, might be every tall girl’s dream.
He definitely looks better than the most of the guys here. And the worst part is I know he knows it too. With his dark brown hair slicked back—polished but still rebellious, like he walked straight out ofTheOutsiders. The mole that sits rightabove his soft lips, a subtle detail to everyone else but impossible for me to miss.
My eyes couldn’t help but notice his sharp lines of his jaw and the warm glow of his skin.
God, I can’t wait to touch it. Golden, like the sun itself decided to stake a claim. He isn’t just gorgeous; he’s the kind of guy your body responds to before your brain can catch up.
It feels reckless to say it, but for a split second, it really did feel like love at first sight.
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Once I get home, I can’t get Jacob out of my head. It’s like his face got stuck there, looping on repeat no matter what I do. The way he looked at me earlier—it’s ridiculous how clear it still is. That half-smirk, his stare—it felt likehebelonged to me for a second.
On the way home, every song that played somehow points back to him. It’s like everything feels like some kind of sign.
I know it’s just coincidence, but still… it feels like the universe is teasing me.
Before I even realize it, I’m already stalking every social I have, determined to find him. My fingers hover over the search bar, with my heart racing like it knows something I don’t.
Problem is, I barely know his first name—let alone hislast.
But I’ll find him.
I’m not about to message him first, but he’ll know I noticed him. And that I’m not just another girl at school. Thatsmile wasn’t nothing, and he’s not pretending otherwise if I can help it.
I’m still annoyed at myself for not smiling back.
The guys I used to entertain at parties are nothing but background noise compared to him—and that’s saying a lot, considering I’ve barely spoken to the guy.
Those guys were all just temporary fixes to numb whatever emptiness I didn’t want to feel for the night.
But Jacob… he seems different.
After all the rejection and loneliness I’ve swallowed—at homeandat school—even theideaof him feels like the oxygen I didn’t realize I’ve been gasping for.
Then that familiar whisper in my head creeps in;It’ll just end up the same way—me loving too hard, giving my everything, while still not being enough.Maybe the voice is right.
But I’d rather risk it than fade back into being invisible.
I scroll for hours, every guy named Jacob with dark brown hair making my pulse spike.
Then—jackpot.
The slicked-back hair, the tiny beauty mark just above his lip—it’s him.
Without hesitation, I hit follow and like just one picture—him at the skatepark, holding his board while one friend tries to balance his on his head and another points laughing at him.
He’s only got five posts on his page, each one making me want to know him a little more than I probably should. I scroll through every single one, stopping myself before I like another.
That would look desperate.
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A few days later, my phone lights up with a notification—and my heart skips. It’s Jacob.
It’s Friday night, and for once, I’m not stuck at work. My managers love squeezing every last drop out of me, but tonight, I’m free.
Instead of being out with the friends I don’t have anymore, I’m curled up in my hot pink silk pajamas, with a bowl of popcorn in my lap, while my mom’s out with Roger. Sonny’s somewhere with Ron, doing God knows what—but at leastIdon’t have to be around them.
