No. And he found out on the last day.

You’re walking home next to him, holding your skirt down. For the past week you’ve been gayer and gayer, finding more things to shove up your greedy and sopping cunt, while also not working on the project at all.

Jack found out you didn’t work on it. He forced you to come with him to the library to work on it after giving you a good beating. Like he cares anyways. It just means free time off practice.

-Timeskip: several hours later-

“…Yo.” You feel a flick to your forehead. You snap out of your fantasies. You’ve been imagining his cock in your mouth for a whole hour. Even though he’s stupid, he somehow managed to finish the project. Without you. He looks pissed. You avoid eye contact and stare at your needy lap.

“…the fucks wrong with you? I tell you to do the project, and you don’t do it. And I have to drag you all the way out here. And you’ve been dressing more and more like a f-“

The word he says strikes you to the core. It’s like an arrow. It shouldn’t offend you. In fact you used it before. But hearing him say it, just makes you choke and start crying. You don’t see how Jack looks a little put off by you. He packs everything up silently. He leaves for the bathroom.