Love Struck

When Susan first moved to an American High School she became friends with a cute nerd called Stephen, he instantly fell in love with her. The School's Captain of the football team Jacob, has also fallen in love with her. What happens when they both try and win her? Jacob always tries to solve things with violence while Stephen is the complete opposite. Who will Susan choose? What will happen? Read on to find out.


8. Chapter 8

*5 weeks later*

Susan's POV

So me and Jacob have been together for 5 weeks and I was slowly forgetting about Steve. He never showed up at school and I haven't seen or heard from him in ages. I was getting quite worried. I thought I should go see him this afternoon. Me, Kyle and Kyle's girlfriend Zohra were getting quiet close. Travis and I were good friends too, even Dean and I. Although he tried touching me a  couple of times in inappropriate places at the lunch table. I let it go since he and his girlfriend had broke up a couple days ago and he was probably just horny and needed some attention.

It was lunch time and I sat with the others on the lunch table. I realised all the girls at this school really started to hate me especially the cheerleaders. But I ignored them.

"Susan, there's a party at mine tonight, you coming?" Travis asked

"Yeah sure" I replied

"Ill pick you up at 6 babe" said Jacob

"Alright" I replied kissing him.

No going to Steve's house this afternoon I thought. Oh well, he was the one who yelled at me and told me he never wanted to see me again.

Jacob dropped me off to mine and he said he'll be back at 6.

I quickly ran up to my room, took a shower and walked into my closet. There was a load of Jacobs clothes hung up in here since he always sneaked in and showered and slept over at mine a lot. But nothing sexual had happened ever since that day, although he looked like he really wanted another hand job. I took out a tight black dress that went just above mid thigh. The top was cut low and I grabbed some black heels. My ass really did look good in this dress. I applied make up, going for the club look with black smoky eyes. I dried my hair and straightened it then wore some jewellery and before I knew it Jacob was at my door. I grabbed my purse and walked out.

"Dayum" he said looking me up and down.

"You don't look too bad yourself" I said smiling. He was wearing black jeans and white converse with a plain   white top and a black leather jacket.

"Thanks" he replied helping me up into the range rover. He hopped into the drivers side and we drove off, to travis's house.

When we arrived it was packed and there was music and red cups everywhere. Dean was staring at me as I walked in the door, as usual. Jacob said hello to everyone as I made my way to Zohra. She was wearing a blue dress similar to mine and some heels, her blonde hair was curled. 

"Hey baby! You look beautiful" she yelled over the music 

"You too!" I yelled back smiling. 

"I'm gonna go get some drinks!" She yelled. I nodded and stood there. Then I saw dean walking up to me. He passed me a note.

It read:
Don't you dare move, do as I say and no one gets hurt.

I looked up at him and he grinned. If I didn't do as he said Jacob or Steve or even my parents would get hurt so I decided to do as he said. I nodded to him and he grabbed my wrist leading me to the stairs and into the first room. He locked the door behind him and told me to sit down. We could hear each other up here since the music wasn't as load as it was downstairs.

"If I do as you say, you won't hurt anyone I love." I asked

"Yep." He replied and took my purse of me. "Take your dress off." He said

"W-what?" I asked

"You heard me" he said as he sat down on the bed waiting. I took my dress off and was left in my bra, undies and heels. I took my heels of and stood there.

"Fuck Jacobs a lucky man." He said looking at me up and down. He undressed himself and gestured me to walk over to him so I did. He look my bra off then my undies.


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