As I tried to regain my composure, he extended a hand to help me out, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. "You okay?" he inquired, concern lacing his words. I offered a nod, still slightly flustered from the intensity of our encounter.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I watched as he put his ear against the door. It was a comically clichéd detective move, and I couldn't help but snicker. "Yeah, they most likely heard you," he confirmed, the amusement dancing in his eyes.
In a fit of frustration and embarrassment, I couldn't resist banging my head lightly against the closet wall. It was as if the universe conspired to throw one humorous misadventure after another our way.
He moved towards the door and attempted to open it, but his exclamation of "What the hell?" quickly alerted me that something was amiss. "What?" I asked, raising my head, curious about the sudden change in tone.
"It's not opening," he grumbled, clearly growing more frustrated by the second. I couldn't help but chuckle under my breath, feeling a sense of irony in the situation. "It's a push door, just... push it," I mumbled, my words carrying a hint of exasperation.
"Yeah, I know that, idiot, it's not moving," he retorted, his irritation mounting. I sensed his rising agitation and decided to offer a dose of calm advice. "Calm down, what's best to do is stay calm," I advised, trying to be the voice of reason in our absurd predicament.
He sighed deeply, and his response was a mixture of frustration and revelation, "Not if you're effing claustrophobic." I couldn't help but be taken aback by his revelation. "Wait, really?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
He nodded in confirmation, and I couldn't help but break into laughter once more. The irony of the situation was not lost on me, and I chuckled uncontrollably. However, the pointed look he gave me quickly stifled my mirth. "Sorry," I muttered, a bit more subdued, holding my tongue and waiting for a solution to our hilariously frustrating confinement.
- (Jacks POV: 😳)
I absolutely hate my twin brother with a passion, especially today. That poop head had the nerve to invite Zack and his friends over, knowing very well how nervous I get around Zack. Seriously, Zack... He's sitting so close to me, almost invading my personal space, his shoulder practically brushing against mine, and of course, he's completely oblivious to it.
Me? I decided not to move an inch, well, except for the times when I had to discreetly adjust my glasses because they have this annoying habit of sliding down my nose. It's like they have a mind of their own, and my never-ending battle with them is a comedy of errors.
We put an end to the ridiculous games of spin the bottle and the equally ridiculous seven minutes in heaven a long time ago. Instead, we decided to watch a movie tonight. To be honest, I was too shy to admit it, but times like these are so much more enjoyable than those huge parties my brother seems to thrive on.
While my thoughts were drifting, I glanced at Minji, who was in a heated argument with Stephan about which movie to watch. Today, she cut her hair, and I can't help but think she looks incredibly cool. And to top it off, she delivered such an impressive poem in English class today. There's just one small catch - she's suspended, though, in my opinion, she deserves to be in our class. I wanted to share my poem too, but I was just too scared of judgment, unlike Zack, who seems to be in most of my classes and is an absolute genius, although he's quite modest. Secretly, he's my type, though nobody knows about that little secret. It's just one of those things I dare not voice out loud.
The movie started, and that's when I was passed a bowl of popcorn. I placed it on my lap, and that's when it happened. Zack reached over and casually took a handful of popcorn. I couldn't believe it. Were we really going to be like this for the entire movie? Sharing popcorn, crammed together, and him completely oblivious to my growing anxiety.
Halfway through the movie, I had managed to forget how nervous I was and decided to try and enjoy myself. I reached for the popcorn, but it seemed Zack had the same idea. Our hands brushed as we both reached for the bowl, and I couldn't help but look at him.
It felt like he was always looking at me, which set my heart racing. Just as I was lost in that thought, my watch beeped. Zack's eyes followed mine to my wristwatch, and he couldn't help but ask, "What's that?" I stammered, "Um, my Apple health alert."
He furrowed his brow, intrigued. "Your heart rate is irregular," he commented, examining the reading on my watch. I nodded, hoping he would drop the subject, and I looked back at the large TV screen.
But then I felt his touch, and my eyes darted back to him. He was holding my wrist and murmured, "It wasn't like this before." His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I widened my eyes, realizing where this conversation might be headed.
He looked into my eyes with a mischievous glint and asked, "Do I make your heart race?" Just then, my watch beeped again, as if adding an extra layer of intensity to the moment.
Zack looked at me and then to my wrist, an expectant look on his face. I braced myself for a potentially awkward comment or teasing remark about my heart rate, but to my surprise, he waited for my response.
I hesitated for a moment, my nerves getting the best of me. Finally, I muttered, "Um, yeah." Zack hummed in curiosity, and for a moment, I felt like I was on the verge of a revealing confession. But then I glanced down at my watch, which was slowly returning to a more "normal" heart rate.
Zack nodded in acknowledgment and returned his attention to the movie. I couldn't help but release a sigh of relief. It seemed like I had dodged a potentially awkward conversation about the impact he had on my heart rate.
Everything was going just fine until we reached near the end of the movie. The room was filled with suspense, and I was engrossed in the film when I felt Zack's hand on my leg. I couldn't help but curse internally, knowing that this was a situation I hadn't anticipated.
My wrist began vibrating, and it was the first warning, a stark reminder of my own inner struggle. His hand remained limp on my thigh for what felt like an agonizingly long moment until I felt a sudden squeeze. My eye twitched involuntarily as the second warning sign. I was trying my best to maintain my composure, but my heart raced.
Then, he added another layer to the torment. His fingers danced lightly, ever so softly brushing the surface of my leg. It sent a ticklish and tantalizing sensation coursing through my body, making my hairs stand on end. My watched beeped again, seemingly in rhythm with my escalating desire.
I felt my face grow hot, flushed with embarrassment and longing. I had lost control, and the intensity of the moment left me gasping for breath, torn between maintaining my composure and succumbing to the desire that coursed through me. The line between restraint and surrender had blurred, and I was teetering on the edge of a heated moment I hadn't anticipated.
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Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies
Teen FictionIt was another one of those glitzy, extravagant parties that only the super-rich kids attended. The mansion was filled with the wealthiest teenagers from around the world, each trying to outdo the other with their designer outfits, luxury cars, and...
