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What happens when you start sending messages anonymously with someone else via a school table, only for a turn of events to occur when you try to find out who the other person was?
pairing: the boyz jacob x reader
genre: thriller + teeny tiny bit of fluff
word count: 1.2k
warnings : minor curses, i said hell like twice
leona was listening to this while writing: never ever getting rid of me — christopher fitzgerald
hi! this is my first ever story here on tumblr so i hope you guys like it! requests are open, just send me an ask <3 story begins under the image!
“The net amount of fluid going out through the surface per unit time is called the ‘flux of velocity’ through the surface,” The physics teacher was currently droning on and on about vector fields and you could honestly care less about what she was saying. The words seemed to enter in one ear and exit out the other.
It had been a long day and you were just waiting for the bell to ring so you could get out of this hellhole and straight home. Sitting up straight, you stretched out your hands and took sight of your other classmates who seemed to already be dozing off over their tables. Naturally, you did the same, resting your head on your arms but instead pulling out your pencil and writing the first thing that came to mind on your table, ‘hi’, followed by aimless doodles. It wasn’t like your teacher cared anyways.
The long awaited moment finally came and students were getting rowdy, packing up their bags. “Don’t forget to do the practices I’ve put up in your class’ forum!”, earning groans from your classmates but you were already out the door, eager to get some rest after yet another uneventful day.
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After Literature class, you made your way to the other side of the building for another dreadful physics lesson. You got released a bit earlier so the class was quite empty aside from a group of girls giggling to each other. Sighing to yourself, you placed your bag down beside your table about to take a seat when you saw something different. A hum of confusion rose from you as you recognized a different handwriting beside your small ‘hi’. It was a rather enthusiastic reply as you could make out the multiple exclamation marks.
You jumped into your seat, hastily writing a reply back. ‘who are you? do you know mrs hwang too?’ It was something new to you, having someone reply to your messages as the stranger complimented your drawing.
Waiting a few minutes to get a reply, you went on your phone. Who knows? Maybe it would be like Tom Riddle’s diary and the writing would magically appear? Right as Mrs Hwang entered the classroom, you peered over your textbook, not seeing a new reply much to your dismay. You shrugged off the thoughts of talking to this anonymous person and started writing in your notebook.
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Leaving for a small break in the middle of physics, your peers had dispersed into their little corners, some going to the cafeteria like you. As you returned from the snack shop, chocolate bread in your hands, a few words had once again appeared below your earlier reply. ‘yea, i know her, she’s so boring,’ At that, you chuckled slightly.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through you, it had been so long since you experienced something so exciting. Having a little pen-pal? Hell yeah!
Raising your head, you noticed some of your classmates hadn’t left the classroom so you approached them, “Hey, did you guys happen to see anyone come over to my desk while I was gone?”
They simply looked up at you in confusion and shook their heads no. “Ah okay, it’s fine then, thanks!”
Releasing a sigh, you wondered just who was writing to you..
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The conversations between you and this mysterious person continued throughout the whole week, them replying only when you were away from your class. It was a shame that you were in that class just for physics but hey, at least you somewhat looked forward to physics lessons now, right?
The messages bounced back and forth and what you could tell from their way of replying was that they were really kind and outgoing. They had a positive aura around which made you want to talk to them more.
Carefully writing on the table, you wrote, ‘i just realised i never found out your name, what is it? i’m y/n btw!’ Impatient to get a reply, your hand shot up and you asked to be excused to the toilet. Thankfully, Mrs Hwang allowed you to go and you were off to the toilet with a spring in your steps.
For some reason as you read the name written on the bottom right of your desk, your heart fluttered and it felt very warm. You were probably smiling like a fool as your hand traced over the pencil mark. ‘it’s jacob :)’
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Tapping your best friend on her shoulder, you took a seat next to her in the cafeteria. “Do you happen to know anyone else who sits in my seat during physics, other lessons maybe?” She was your senior of two years - also the head of student council - and you guys met in photography club. You thought maybe she knew more about the people in the school, so you gave it a try to ask her.
“I don’t think anyone else sits there? It’s a pretty inaccessible place since you don’t get a good view of the board in class. Literally no one wants to sit there, the chair seems broken too. I have no idea why you chose to sit there,” She mutters, rolling her eyes at your poor decision choices.
“Hey! Don’t you remember I was the last one to enter the class and that was the only available seat, I didn’t choose it,” You fired back. Then, who was replying to you? You were in deep thought that you almost missed her next part of the conversation.
“Ah right! There was only one other guy who sat there but I’m pretty sure he died a few years back in an accident on the school grounds, his name was Jacob or something,” She said, shoving a spoonful of rice into her mouth. That caused you to look at her in puzzlement. “But.. My pen pal's name is Jacob?” She almost choked on her rice when she processed your words. “What?!”
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You were back again in physics class the following Thursday. Your head was in the clouds as you glanced down on your table in uncertainty. Several new messages had appeared but you didn’t have the heart to reply. What does this mean? Have you been replying to a ghost this whole time? You were falling for a ghost? Multiple thoughts took over your mind but your breath hitched at what was happening. You're pretty sure you felt your heart stop for a moment. It wasn’t like other times when you had to be away from class to receive a new written text. This time, the words were appearing one by one. It felt sinister instead of the fluttering feeling you usually felt.
‘You found out, didn’t you?’
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