Jake's POV

The sound of a scream jolts me awake, and I'm plummeting to the ground before I can react.

Thump!

"The fuck?!" I yell as I hit the wooden surface, shortly followed by a weight on top of me. My back vibrates as somebody groans into it from pain. Cassie. My left arm is bent back at an odd angle due to the handcuffs, but my voice comes out muffled.

"Cassie . . . could you please, oh I don't know; get off of me?" My voice would have raised at the end if it could have.

"Sorry. . ." she mumbles as she rolls off my back. Unfortunately, however, she rolls onto the wrong side. By "wrong side" I mean that she rolled in such a way the yanked my handcuffed arm into an even worse position. My eyes roll back in my head as my groans become more pronounced. Jeez, I can only imagine what this must sound like to others.

"Cas. . ." She apologizes again and moves sloppily. Somehow, I end up on my back with a hand on my dick. Yup. I chuckle at her obliviousness.

"Seriously, Cassie, all these years you've been pining over me? Too bad you never said anything before, we could have been having sleepovers sooner." My smirk is wide and proud on my face, but she just rolls her eyes. She seriously still has no idea. She turns to get a better view of my face, and the shift only applies more pressure if you know what I mean.

"What are you talking about Jake; we've been over this before. And what is that moving under my ha-OLY SHIT!" Laughter dances across my tongue as she jerks away from me.

"'Ha-oly shit'? Now I can truly say that's a first!" She slaps my chest with our handcuffed hands.

"Shut up and let's get dressed."

"First, I haven't pissed in, like, a lot of hours, so I recommend you let me before I do it on your floor." Cassie makes a face, but we walk across the hall to the bathroom. Cassie's parents are still sleeping because we still have an hour and a half before we need to leave to school. I'm starting to understand why she set an alarm for extra early so we would have enough time to get ready.

The door clicks shut and she turns the lock. Once she's facing the door, she makes a gesture with her hand. "Okay, do your . . . thing."

"You know, it's kind of a two-handed job," I hint. I'll admit, I'm a little embarrassed, but I definitely won't let her know that.

"Oh, no way in hell!"

"Come on, Cas! You think I like this?"

"Yes, actually, I do!" I laugh at this, surprised her parents are still asleep. Then again, Dad says Chris's always been this way.

"Regardless, I need two hands."

"I just better not touch a dick." 

~•~

"Ugh, you could at least try to help, Jerk," Cassie grumbles, finally giving up and throwing her shirt to the ground. She's been mad at me since I went to the bathroom. Hey, it wasn't my fault that my hand moved in such a way that resulted in her hand lightly grazing my junk, it just happened! Women.

"First - my name's actually a different four-letter word beginning with a J. Second - while somebody's been freaking out over there, I've been literally single-handedly coming up with a solution like a rational person." Her blank stare makes me sigh with a dramatic role of the eyes. "Alright, I need a long sleeve shirt."

"But it's so hot outside!" This time it's me who stares blankly. She grumbles but drags us over to her dresser and pulls out a shirt.

"Perfect," I smirk. "Now do you have a strapless bra? 'Cause your gonna want one." The next few minutes consist of a red-faced Cassie cutting off her bra, and a very cheerful me using my imagination.

"Alright, it's on," she says softly, avoiding eye contact. The smile's still bright on my face.

"Step into the shirt through the neck hole . . . Okay, now cross the sleeves. No, like this . . . Do you want me to help you tie this knot - Okay, okay, chillax . . . Now I'm just going to tie the sleeves over your neck, and, voila! Thank you, Google!" she does each step as I tell her, and soon enough she's all set.

She pulls me to the mirror and gives me an impressed look. "Not too bad, I'll give you that. But how about you? What are you going to do for your shirt?"

Well damn.

~•~

"Morning, Cassie, Jake," Chris nods his head at me, and I return the gesture. Cassie only rolls her eyes and continues picking at her breakfast.

"I'm mad at you." Chris and I chuckle. This just makes her eyes narrow even more.

"Listen, guys, the other parents and I have been discussing your relationship for a while, and when your teacher called us in for a meeting, we knew what had to happen." He takes a orange from the bowl on the table and starts peeling it.

"Nothing had to happen, Dad - that's the thing!" Cassie's anger is getting the best of her, but I interrupt.

"Chris, do you happen to have a shirt I can borrow and cut up? I only have this one with me." I gesture to my shirt and he nods before heading to his room to get me one.

"You're seriously wearing my Dad's shirt? That's so creepy," she says as she takes a small bite. Since we're both righties, we've decided to let her use her right hand and I leave my left hand limp.

"Would you prefer I leave on this dirty one? 'Cause it's you who's going to be stuck smelling me all day."

~•~

"Alright, have a great day, kids," Chris says as we shuffle out the car. My backpack's slung over my right shoulder, Cassie's over her left. The other students don't even try to disguise their laughter as we approach the front doors. Cassie looks down, but I put on my "Tough Guy" face and pick up our pace.

As soon as we get into the school, we start bickering again.

"We're going to my classes," Cassie argues.

"Nuh-uh, we're going to mine. There's no way I'm sitting through your boring ones! Anyways, I have all the hot girls in mine, so there really isn't even an argument; you already lose," I say smugly. She scoffs and crosses our arms over her chest. I yank them back and narrow my eyes. She rolls hers in turn.

"Says the guy wearing a shirt duct taped closed!"

"Hey, there was nothing I could ha - "

"Jake Satak and Cassie Waters, please report to the main office for your schedule. Jake Satak and Cassie Waters to the main office. Thank you."

Guess that solves that problem.

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A/N

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Niki