"Bro, we ain’t fuckin’ datin’," Jacob scoffs, rolling his eyes at the insinuation of the both of you being a couple. You guys are childhood friends, Jacob and you had always been close.

Though anyone would be confused when looking at the both of you in the frat party. You were settled on Jacob's lap; one of his hands was on your waist to keep you there while the other held a blunt he was smoking.

But no one knows that before college, you both used to play on the swing set together and got braces at the same time. Sure, maybe you were a little too handsy with each other now, but you’re best friends either way.

"We're just friends, dumbass," he adds, blowing out the smoke that was in his mouth.

This caused a strange look to come from the person asking especially when you were perched on Jacob’s lap like you belonged there, back against his chest while he smoked and you showed him things on you phone while he talked.

“Ain’t that right, ma?” Jacob asks you, using one free hand to slide down and give your thigh a squeeze with his big one.