Rey’s POV
Jake sits down across from me with our Starbucks orders later that evening. I just love being a basic white girl with him, he’s like my therapist and best friend and parent all in one.
Rey:
“So. Tell me.” Is all he says and props an elbow on the table, before he places his head in his palm and looks at me expectantly.
I tell him everything that happened, from start to finish-or at least what I recall and what I can fill in from what Niall told me. He doesn’t interrupt me once, so when I’m finished he’s silent.
“Shit.” Is all Jake says as he sips his Frappuccino.
“So? Any theories? Advice?”
“Well, for one. You’re pretty much fucked.”
I roll my eyes. “Thanks. As if I didn’t already know that.”
“Second of all, I ship you two so hard, you have no idea. Third…well, you might
