𝓙ACOB ‘𝓙AKE’ 𝓣AYLOR

you were known around the block as a good girl, focused in school, kept a small circle, soft spoken and sweet with whoever you met. Your older brother was the total opposite; affiliated in the streets around your neighborhood of Chicago more known as ‘63rd’, very extroverted and known around Chicago, he wasn’t that focused on school as your family would like but still passed since he was not only street smart but book smart as he grew with his two best friends jake and papa.

that’s how you had met one of kevin’s (your brother’s) closest friend jake, who was bad—even more so than your brother; known for all types of things around school and the streets.

yet somehow the two of you had found something in each other which you knew your parents nor your brother would be happy about, but you both didn’t care and continued sneaking around for the past few months.

you were laying on your bed rewatching poetic justice, something you always loved to do to pass time. Your brother had gone out with jake and papa, the three had came back to relax, kevin and papa decided to go out and get some food from wingstop leaving jake who had given the excuse of being too tired to accompany him alone at home with you.

jake came upstairs to your room, cracking the door open and stepping inside.

@𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀