User blog:Minithepeanut/The Married Life - A Jakary Fic

So, since everyone is writing stories about their favourite couples, I decided to write one too.

I couldn't really think of a title, so there you go.

Starring:

Mary Grace York

Jake Little

Part One

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I take a look down at the assignment sheet, but before I can even read it, I know who I’m partnered with by the way he’s slung his arm over my shoulder. I pry his arm off of me and wipe my hands on my skirt. “Jake!” I sarcastically enthuse through my clenched teeth. He knows I can’t stand him, and he’s enjoying every minute of it, as made obvious by his cocky grin. “Well Miss York, it appears we’ve been partnered up for the married couple scene. How lucky are we?” He says, in an overly enthusiastic accent, mocking my hostile glare. “And I can see you haven’t forgotten who I am.” “Oh of course not. How could I forget the desperate guy who follows me around all day trying to flirt with me.” “I don’t know Miss York, but I certainly couldn’t forget the girl who gave me burns all across my chest, now could I?” He patronises, tapping me on the nose. I’m tempted to snap at it, or even just grab it and twist it, but it’s not worth it. Instead I just stand there, arms folded across my chest, continuing my stare. “You do realise I’m going to ask Sikowitz to change my group, right?” I ask, slowing my speech as if I were talking to a four year old. “Oh, Miss York. Foolish, naïve, Miss York;” he chuckles. “You do realise I specifically asked Sikowitz to put me and you together?” I look for the sarcasm in his face, but he looks like he’s being serious. “You and I,” I correct him, trying to recuperate enough for an actual comeback. “Whatever floats your boat, Sweetie.” He teases again. “ I still think me and you, or you and I, make a very cute married couple.” “You don’t know anything about me.” I point out. “I know you hate me.” He retorts. I open my mouth to cut in, but he presses his finger to my lips. “I know you’re a little bit psychotic.” I’m ready to bite his finger off now. “But most of all, I know you don’t want to fail this assessment.”

He’s caught me there. I’ve never failed an assignment in my life, and I’m definitely not going to let him, of all people, blemish that. He’s pulling one of his supposedly charming smiles, and looking at me. I tense up more, because he knows he’s got me.

“So what do you say, Sweetie? Wanna be my wife?”

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