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chapter 7

The whole time in the car, I was on edge. I didn't know what to say, I think I forgot how to breathe.
I was trying to think of a conversation starter, but Jack beat me to it.

"So, Blake." He spoke to me, his voice so soft, he could rock me to sleep.

"So, Jack." I replied in a whisper.

"Tell me about yourself." He said with a sly smirk.

"What do you want to know? I'm not that interesting to be honest."

"I highly doubt that."

"Well, ask me something and you'll see."

"Are you an only child?"

"Yes, I am. My mom and I." I got quiet at the last part, knowing I used to say, 'My dad, my mom, and me.'

"Oh, that's cool. Dad?" He asked. Totally oblivious to my situation.

I decided to ask him something.

"Are you an only child?"

"No - well, yeah kind of. I live with my older brother. He's 27."

I stayed silent, not knowing what to say now.

"My parents died in a car accident when I was young, so my brother ended up taking care of me." He said to me, like he knew what I was thinking.

"Oh... I'm sorry Jack." I said sympathetically.

"Nah, it's cool. I really don't remember them that well." He said with a cautious smile.

He looked out the window, and said, "Third house on the left."

I was confused at first, then realized that we were here. I pulled up to his house, and put the car in park. I turned down the radio, and sighed; looking at him. He looked back at me, and I immediately lost myself in his eyes. I got out of my daydream, and smiled at him. He didn't smile back though. It was like he was studying me, analyzing my every thought. I didn't think of anything though, when I started seeing him lean in. I snapped and cleared my throat.

"Thanks for the ride." He said, snapping back as well.

"Anytime." I replied with my best fake smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you."

He got out, and shut the door. I watched him walk up to the white house that was his. Just him and his brother? I wondered if he ever got lonely. My thoughts trained themselves and I ended up thinking of me holding him late at night, under his sheets; skin tangled with each others. Then I thought of him leaning in. My brain felt scattered.

What the fuck just happened?