Katherine

He was always nice to you, if he went out when you came over, he would bring you and Izzy back food or coffees. He knew how you took yours, even though ordering it was a bit of a hassle for him to remember. Izzy seemed to have trained him well though with her ridiculously excessive and specific coffee order. Whenever the two of you went together, you made her order it in the drive-thru because there was no way you were remembering all of it. She had the most random details like 'just a PINCH of cinnamon on top,' 'can you mix the caramel syrup with the vanilla syrup instead of just pouring it on top of each other?' She was a menace to the barista community. You could swear the workers in the local coffee shops saw Izzy coming and they would visibly tense because here comes the crazy girl with the long coffee order. Izzy was a good person though, she always placed others before herself and made sure to tip the workers as much as she could as a college student on a budget.

A main reason why she's your best friend.

You had met Izzy on your first day on campus, majoring in the same field, hoping to work in the medical field. She wanted to work at PTMC just like her father, and you weren't quite sure where or what department suited your taste. The decision to even think of medical study came so last minute when you were applying to colleges, you hadn't realized there were so many different types of doctors. Sure, nurses, surgeons, physicians, but after you met Izzy she was disgustingly educated on these things thanks to Jack. The first time you popped over to PTMC with her to bring her dad some coffee and food for his overtime, late-night-into-day shift, the amount of people and chaos going on was overwhelming. Somehow it was magical too, seeing how hard these people worked to ensure the safety of patients. They did a savior's work here.

Today was no different, you were on your way to Izzy's house because it was the weekend, and naturally you weren't one to stay in the dorm with your strange roommate who paced the floors, whispering equations to themselves and knocking themself on the head trying to understand some scientific computer stuff you never fathomed.

As you got out of the car, you hoisted your tote bag over your shoulder, figuring you and Izzy could study together for this horrendous exam coming up in statistics. You pause and ring the doorbell, awaiting to see your auburn-haired best friend open the door. You figure Jack is probably out because you don't see his car out front. Waiting, waiting... At least two full minutes go by before the sound of footsteps approach the other side and the locks click, then the door cracks open with a small squeak.

Instead of Izzy standing there, it's Jack Abbot. His gray curls were tousled and he looked like he just rolled out of bed with how droopy his eyes were. And oh no. Where is his shirt? Why is his shirt off?! "Oh, hey kid." He speaks gravely.

"Hi, I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, I was doing my uh...morning yoga upstairs. Are you here for Izzy?" Jack questions.

"Yes." You reply, he guides you inside, and the surroundings come naturally to you. Yoga, huh? You never took Jack as the type to do yoga. Work out? Definitely, but yoga? Maybe he does it to ensure his leg remains capable of top performance with the prosthetic. You'd ask Izzy about it later.

"Not sure if she's even here to be honest, I passed out the second I got home from my shift." He states calmly, seating himself on the couch and rubbing his upper thigh, just above where his prosthetic connected. You nod, "I'll check her room." You say.

Jack tries to nod but yawns instead.

You head down the hall towards Izzy's bedroom, but from the way her door is closed when it's usually opened, you can already assume she's not here. You poke your head inside anyway just to make sure. She's not. Maybe she went to get breakfast or something. You would text her after you left.

Returning to the living room, Jack is seemingly fighting the urge to pass out on the couch. However, he has now put a shirt on. You can't help but crack a smile because the poor guy looks like he hasn't slept in a week. You quietly speak up, low enough so you don't startle him, "I think Izzy might've gone somewhere else. So I'll go ahead and get out of your hair so you can finish up whatever you need to do."

Jack smiles softly, "That's thoughtful," he stretches a little, his shirt lifting ever so slightly- don't look at that. "You can stay, if you want. I don't mind. I'll probably fall back asleep." You nod respectfully, your fingers fidget at your side for a minute. Jack notices, "Why don't you have a seat? I'm sure Izzy will be back sooner or later. Plus I'm in the mood to chat. If you want."

Ah, fuck.

"Sure, sounds nice." You say, then slowly sit down next to him. A good few inches between the two of you. There's no way you're sitting right up against Jack Abbot. That'd be weird. He shifts to angle himself to face you better, his stubble's growing out gray and unfortunately it's the sexiest thing in the world today. Jack gives you a small smile and glances over you for a second.

"How's school going?"

"Oh, you know. Same old. Studying for a new test every week." You replied and picked at a string at the edge of your shirt.

Jack chuckles, nodding. "I remember those days, can't say I really miss them." You smile at his response, you almost forget he's probably twice your age and knows more about the medical world than you ever might.

"It's quite the patience-tester." You state softly. Then silence falls for a few minutes, it's so awkward but you're way too nervous to just get up or bring up another subject. Not with him.

"Izzy said you're seeing someone. That right?"

"Um," fuck, Izzy. "Yes, his name's Isaiah."

Jack's eyebrows raise, he seems interested now. His hand came up to your shoulder, they were so large. His palm was almost three times the size of your own. God, and that wasn't even the hottest part of him. You've seen his biceps. That man might as well be carved out of stone and placed in a museum. "Well, if this Isaiah ever hurts you, let me know. I can make it look like an accident." He whispers, then winks, and you can't fight the blush blooming on your cheeks. "I'm happy for you, kiddo."

"Thank you, Jack."

Jack feels his chest tighten as you speak his name, you've done it hundreds of times but now it just feels...right. Like his name belongs on your tongue, and yours only. He knows you don't mean it that way, he's too old for you. You'd never ever do that.

Or would you?

Maybe he could hope.

You offer a gentle smile, and not much conversation happens after that. You messaged Izzy during the stretching silence but she never responded. "I think I should go, I don't believe she's going to respond to me any time soon." You tell Jack, standing up.

"Wait." He took hold of your hand without thinking.

You pause and he stares back at you.

"Where are you going to go?"

"Back to my dorm, probably go see what Isaiah's up to." You state calmly, despite your heart thudding in your chest at this consistent contact between you and Jack Abbot. He looks at you like a sad old dog being left alone at home for the day. You feel bad because you know the most socialization he gets during the day is crazy patients at work. His hand forfeits and he nods.

"Be safe."

"I will. Have a nice rest of your day." You say, then slip out the door as fast as you can. What the hell just happened? You get into your car. As you drive, your mind replays the feeling of Jack's careful calloused hands from years of worn work wrapping around your wrist. It felt good. Too good. You cannot believe you were letting yourself actually believe he wanted you almost as bad as... That's wrong to think, you have Isaiah, he's a great boyfriend, never done anything wrong, has always been so generous to you and to others.

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Back on campus, fewer students were filtering in and out of the dorms buildings than usual on a weekend, everyone was either working, studying, sleeping, or the fact the heat was unbearable didn't help. The air conditioning in this school sucked. Instead of going to your own dorm, you head for Isaiah's building, coincidentally right across from your own, and close to where you've parked. You take the elevator to the third floor, room 309 is Isaiah's and his roommate Mark's spot. Normally you don't have to knock, so you push open the knob because neither of them know anything about safety and locking the door. That's when it all falls into place.

Because in the room, obliviously getting too comfortable was Izzy and Isaiah. Having full blown sex, as if you didn't exist in either of their lives. Your mouth hung open for a second, the doorknob made a thud as it hit the wall behind it. The two jumped at the loud sound, Isaiah shot up, grabbing his boxers from his feet and yanking them up. Izzy brushed her messy hair back and covered herself with the deep blue-colored sheets. "What the fuck?" You finally spoke.

"Shit, babe, this is not–"

"Not what it looks like? Isaiah, I just saw. There's no excuse for this!" You say, suddenly filled with anger, but you can't find it in yourself who to beat the shit out of first. "Girl, I am so, so sorry!" Izzy tries to say, but you quickly cut her off.

"No, no, no. Neither of you get to talk right now. I am so mad I'm pretty positive I could murder the two of you and not blink an eye." They exchange uncomfortable looks and you don't care. Isaiah wasn't exactly known for being the most loyal man after you found out some information from Izzy, but now you know how she knew all that. She was the one he was cheating on his exes with! "How long has this been going on behind my back?"

Isaiah's lips are sealed, but Izzy breaks under the pressure of her own guilt and betraying her best friend. "We've been hooking up since we met." She says quickly and Isaiah shoots a glare at her, as if saying 'what the hell are you doing?'

"So, the whole time we've been together you've been sleeping with my best friend?"

"It's not like that, we were doing it even before I met you!" Isaiah says, as if that makes it any better.

"That doesn't matter! If I knew you had a thing for each other I would've never got into a relationship with you!" You say, your fist clenching at your side. It is taking so much patience and resolve not to burst out right now. If you stay calm, it'll be fine. Even though this whole situation is far from fine, and you feel like grabbing both of them by their hair and whacking their heads together. Maybe then they'll be close enough together. "Both of you are pathetic." You spat out before storming from the room, slamming the door behind you.

Izzy and Isaiah remained frozen inside of his dorm, even long after you're gone. One thing is clear now, they both fucked up, and you weren't one to let things go easily. Forgive and forget doesn't exist in your world, there's one thing in mind right now: to get back at both of them.

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It'd been a little over a week since catching Isaiah and Izzy together, you were still furious but refused to let them know how much it bothered you. You've avoided all contact with them, especially Izzy. She'd texted and called a bunch of times but you couldn't bring yourself to respond. You didn't have to, she knew you were with him and still chose to fuck around with him. You had no idea they'd been hooking up either, you knew Izzy said she was seeing someone, but you never suspected it'd be your own boyfriend. Still unsure of what your revenge would be, you almost contemplated letting it go. Almost.

Until the thought grazed your mind today when you received a call from a number you didn't recognize. Normally you would've ignored it and went on with your day, but you answered. "Hello?"

"Hey," that voice. "It's Jack," he clears his throat, "Jack Abbot, Izzy's dad." Why is he calling you?

"Oh, hi. How are you doing?" You want to be polite to him because he didn't do anything wrong. His stupid daughter did.

"I'm doing fine. I heard what happened with you, your boyfriend, and Izzy. I wanted to tell you I'm sorry, I thought I taught my kid better than that." His tone was sincere about it, like it was his fault his daughter couldn't keep her legs closed from another woman's man.

"You have no reason to apologize, Jack." You state softly, "You had nothing to do with this, Izzy has a mind of her own, and she made her bed, she can sleep in it. But thank you for being considerate."

"You're a good kid," He starts, "Better than me." You chuckled in response. "I think she feels horrible, but I just told her she shouldn't have done that to her best friend that she's known longer than some college punk."

"Agreed."

"Why don't I take you to lunch sometime?" He paused, sort of realizing what his offer sounded like, "Just to make up for it. I'm sure you've been pretty upset, and it's the least I can do for Izzy's actions."

"That would be really nice, thank you." Holy shit, did you just agree to that? A date- lunch with Izzy's dad. This was unfolding very oddly, but you were kind of liking the idea so far. No...you couldn't go that far.

Or could you?

"When are you free?" Jack asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon. Teachers are out for some meetings so I get the afternoon to myself."

"Perfect," you could've sworn you could hear his smile through the phone. "I'll pick you up at 11:45."

"Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Take care of yourself for me."

"Have a good evening, Jack."

"You too, kid."

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You couldn't tell if you were nervous about lunch with Jack, or if you were actually excited. Part of you, (the nervous part), was anticipating this to go horribly wrong. Like it's some set up to let you and Izzy talk it out. The other 'excited' part was plotting and daydreaming. You've always found Jack very attractive, especially now in his older age as his hair grays out and he's a little more sassy than he was when you first met him.

After getting ready, you head to the elevator. It was almost 11:45, so, by the time you get to the parking lot– he should be there.

Jack was nervous himself, so he pulled into the parking lot near the dorms on campus and adjusted his shirt. He didn't want to look sloppy. Not that he cared, why would he? It's not like this was a date. Just two people having a nice lunch, no romantic feelings involved. Purely trying to move forward from a very rough situation.

You spotted his car easily, he got out as soon as he saw you. He was dressed rather nicely. Dark blue slacks and a black button-up. You picked out this simple sundress that's been sitting in your closet for a while. "Hey, you look nice." He says, trying to remain casual.

"Thanks, so do you." You reply. He thinks you look nice, stay calm, it's not a big deal.

Like the gentleman he is, he opens the passenger door for you, closes it once you're inside. "Uh, seatbelt." He says, rubbing his arm after putting his own on. Shit, you forgot. He was very particular about that stuff. So, you click the seatbelt around yourself, and off the two of you go. Wherever Jack decided to take you for lunch.

It's a nice little place, a cafe mixed with a sandwich shop. "I hope this is okay with you." He says, you nod.

"Yeah, it's great."

You both sit down together, order drinks, then food. As you're waiting, Jack shifts in his seat across from you. "Are you doing alright despite everything?"

You shrug. "I guess I'm okay, obviously I'm upset but it is what it is."

"Well, I'm just glad you're not beating yourself up for it." His lips quirk a little. "You deserve so much better..."

"Yeah?" You ask, maybe a little more flirtatious than you meant.

Jack folds his arms in that way he does, where his forearms flex on top of each other, and his brows raise amusedly. "Yeah, sweetheart. You do."

Sweetheart. Now, you may not be the most educated on flirting but damn, that was smooth. He said sweetheart so flawlessly, that if you didn't have any control of your composure, you would've folded right there in front of him. You just offer a small smile.

He starts asking you other things outside of the elephant in the room, he doesn't want to linger on the subject for too long and bug you. The food was fantastic as well, it just added to the stress-free atmosphere Jack had given you today. He was so understanding, fun to joke around with, his humor was unexpected but great.

As the two of you wait for the check, (which of course, he said,) "I'll pay for it." you finally ask, "Does Izzy know you're with me?"

He ponders for a moment, nodding. "No." Simple.

"I think she's staying at that boy's dorm." Jack says quietly, 'that boy' is probably Isaiah. Of course.

"Good for them, I suppose." You say.

As you both get back into his car, he idles for a few minutes. "Would you like to come to the house?" Man, he's just going for it today.

You know what, "I'd like that."

Jack actually, really smiles now. The drive is quick and efficient. Izzy remains gone from the house. Jack lets you inside and the two of you continue chatting over some iced sweet tea. His stories of life, he had years on you but at least he was interesting unlike most older people. He's done a lot in his time on Earth. A combat medic, spent time in the Middle East, seen more than he wished he had to have. Some of the stuff was tragic, but considering he was in therapy now, he seemed to be handling everything a bit better.

You opened up to him about some of your struggles as well, like being unsure about your degree, some of the family problems that ran loose in your head every day. He listened. Unlike Isaiah, he heard you. Whereas Isaiah just nodded with the distant, "mhm."

Amidst your conversation, your phone buzzed. "Sorry." You tell him, and check it, a DM from Izzy on Instagram. You thought you blocked her, but you probably forgot. You open the message, and it's a photo with her and Isaiah captioned:

hope ur not too sad!

Where the hell was that coming from? You hadn't said anything to her or Isaiah, posted nothing. She was psycho.

"You okay?" Jack asks.

You show him your phone. He visibly cringes. "Jesus, that's my kid." He mumbles, embarrassed. You shrug it off, putting your phone on the table.

"Oh well, she'll get what's coming eventually... No offense."

"None taken, I didn't raise my daughter to be a man stealer."

You can't help but giggle. That giggle, man, it did things to Jack he couldn't even describe. It was so pure and sweet. He wanted to hear it again. He didn't realize how intensely he was watching you until you asked "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just really like your laugh."

"Mine?!" You can't help but let another out. "Why??"

"It's cute."

"Mmm, I don't think so."

"I do." He says, like it's a final answer.

There's a small silence, tension ties up tight. Without thinking much, Jack places his hand on your thigh. It's warm and big, you can feel the flush appear on your cheeks, and he sees it. Jack takes his chance. "You're so beautiful, Isaiah's such an idiot."

And he leans over, he doesn't kiss you, not yet. His eyes only scan your features up close, the dots of color in your eyes, your lashes, the dip between your nose and lips. His lips hover so close, you can feel the heat of his breath. Then his hand comes up, cups your jaw. "Please, let me kiss you." He says, breathlessly like he just ran a marathon. Let me kiss you. He's not asking may/can I? No, he wants you to give him that green light, he wanted this. So do you.

You nod.

His lips meet yours in a deep, desperate kiss. You weren't sure what you were expecting but damn, Jack Abbot could kiss. He wasn't shy, he knew what he wanted from this, he wanted to make you feel good. You can't help the moan that escapes you as his experienced lips move against yours and his tongue gently slips into your mouth, flooding a pool of warmth in your gut. Jack kisses like a dying man trying to get air back into his lungs. "You're so beautiful." He mumbles against your lips.

"Thank you."

"Seriously," He wants to talk but he cannot peel his lips away for the life of him. "I love my daughter but you're so perfect. You're always so kind." He says, his lips hover again. "Sweetheart."

"Yes, Jack?"

"C'mere."

You move closer to his side of the couch, he tugs you even closer. He rests his hands on your waist and looks you up and down on his lap. He licks his lip. Fuck you're so gorgeous to him, he never noticed just how pretty you are, yes, you were a cute teenager but you've really matured. You're a woman now.

His hand slid up your sides, bunching your dress slightly. His thick fingers gently dig into the fabric and lightly into your skin. He shifts his thigh between your legs, testing the waters. You perk up, a little caught off guard but not entirely opposed. "Jack..."

"Move against me, pretty girl."

You blink, but then it registers: he wants you to hump him.

"Please, sweetheart."

Never took him as the begging type, to each their own.

You gently move your hips against his upper thigh, and with the way he hiked the skirt of your dress up, it's full contact of your panties and his slacks, and your heat. Jack bites his lip slightly, watching your face contort as you hump his thigh. The sight was just perfect, so perfect. He'd lift his thigh a little, making you whine. "That's it, baby."

God, why'd he have to say it like that?! You felt so pathetic in front of him like this, eyes gone glossy, cheeks tinted, and he kissed you again until your lips swell. "Here."

Jack gently stops you, moving you back enough to push his slacks to his mid-thighs. You watch intently, his boxers are tented with anticipation and need. "Sit." You move and press your panty-covered pussy against his hard-on. "Oh, fuck, babygirl." He mutters, his eyes roll back, so does his head once you start humping again. The two of you share moans, and at one point you could've sworn you heard Jack whimper– and it was so sexy for an old man.

Despite the fabrics between, you both got creative with it. Jack tried to push his tip at your entrance, through his boxers. Failing slightly, but he tried. Then his head got oozy, his stomach knotted, his lower regions tensed up and he dug his fingers into your rear. "Fuck, I'm..."

You knew, he didn't have to say it because you knew. So, you rubbed yourself hard against him and he moaned, a deep and needy moan. Very breathy. Then you felt it, he came in his boxers. Didn't mean to, could've held it in any other time, but with you he couldn't. He could cum in his pants if you looked at him a certain way.

"Baby." He whispers and slides his fingers under your wet panties, they explore curiously, his index circles your clit, while his opposite hand's thumb traces your entrance. "All wet for me." He murmurs. then pops his finger in your wetness, gently curling it and pumping it inside of you. He caused endless moans from you, he was in heaven. His finger slowed, then pushed in the second, making you squeal. Repeated pumping.

"Jack- holy fuck."

He watches your expressions, starts rubbing your nub again, quicker. "Make a mess on me, sweet girl`." You were unsure, but not him. He was practically begging for it. He curls his fingers, hitting that spot with every thrust of his fingers.

Then you almost screamed his name, but you froze and shuddered in pleasure with whines; you squirt all over his lap. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." You try not to laugh but it comes out anyway, the mess you've made is a bit embarrassing. Jack smiles though, he kisses your cheek.

"Don't apologize, that was so beautiful to watch." He whispers, his lips pepper your neck, his stubble gently scratching your skin.

For a moment, the outside world ceased to exist. All that thrived was your body against Jack's, his chest rising and falling. You lay your head on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around you, one of his hands cups the side of your head, rubbing your scalp.

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Later, you found yourself staying with Jack. He insisted you stayed over, he honestly didn't want to be without you ever again. He knew Izzy would be furious but who cares? He can have his own love life too.

So, the revenge exactly?

You didn't have to do much. Jack took it into his own hands, "Take a picture with me, baby."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

He pulls you against him, tucking his arm around you, he messes around with his phone, finally getting to the camera and taking a photo. You lay against him, watching as he sends the photo to someone.

Specifically his daughter.

Behave yourself kid, remember your actions have consequences ;)

Dad wth?!?!?

You can't help but giggle, "That was harsh."

"You said she'd get what's coming. I hope she doesn't mind you being around more than usual."

"Oh... Jack."

"Don't say my name like that. Now come here, I want to see you ride me next."

DIVIDERS BY: @anitalenia & @bbyg4rlhelps