Weeks had passed since the rift between Jay and Mitchell had begun, leaving a palpable tension that hung heavy between them. Jay had spent restless nights wrestling with his feelings, but now, he knew it was time to take action. With a resolve that burned brighter than ever, Jay scrolled through his phone, his finger hovering over Jess's number. He took a deep breath and pressed dial.
"Hey, Jess," Jay greeted her as she picked up. "Would you be up for grabbing a bite to eat? Maybe at McDonald's?"
Jess hesitated for a moment, then agreed. They arranged to meet later that evening, the familiar golden arches serving as the backdrop for their reunion.
When Jay arrived, Jess was already there, sitting at a booth near the window. She looked up as he approached, a small smile tugging at her lips. They exchanged greetings, and soon their conversation flowed as they dug into their meals.
As they ate, Jay found himself drawn to Jess's easy laughter and the way she effortlessly filled the space between them with conversation. He couldn't shake the nervous flutter in his chest, knowing that he needed to be honest about his feelings.
"Jess, there's something I need to say," Jay began tentatively, his voice tinged with vulnerability. He looked into her eyes, hoping to convey the depth of his emotions. "I... I really like you. I've been thinking about you a lot."
Jess's expression shifted slightly, a hint of discomfort flickering across her features. She took a moment before responding, her voice gentle yet firm. "Jay, I appreciate your honesty," she started, her tone careful. "But I need to be honest too. I've been talking to someone else as well."
Jay's heart sank at her words, the reality of the situation hitting him with a force he hadn't anticipated. He felt a pang of disappointment, mixed with a raw ache of heartbreak. "I see," he murmured, struggling to keep his composure.
Jess reached out to touch his hand, her gesture one of empathy. "Jay, it's not that I don't like you," she explained softly. "I just... I'm trying to figure things out too."
Jay nodded, his gaze falling to his half-eaten fries as he processed her words. He knew he had laid bare his feelings, only to be met with uncertainty. But amidst the pain, a flicker of determination stirred within him.
"I understand," Jay replied quietly, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "I appreciate you being honest with me."
They finished their meal in silence, the air heavy with unspoken words. As they parted ways outside the McDonald's, Jay watched Jess walk away, her figure receding into the distance. He took a deep breath, steeling himself against the ache in his chest.
As Jay walked toward his car, his heart heavy with mixed emotions, he noticed Jess approaching another vehicle parked nearby—a familiar silver sedan. Mitchell sat behind the wheel, his expression unreadable as he watched Jess approach. Jay and Mitchell locked eyes in a silent exchange filled with simmering tension and unspoken words.
Jess climbed into the passenger seat beside Mitchell, their conversation hidden from Jay's ears. He felt a surge of conflicting emotions—anger, hurt, and a gnawing sense of betrayal. He turned away sharply, his jaw clenched as he fought to contain the storm of emotions brewing inside him.
Later that night, consumed by a mix of anger and hurt, Jay found himself driving to Mitchell's house. He parked his car outside the familiar suburban home, the neighborhood quiet under the cover of night. With each step toward the front door, Jay's resolve hardened.
He knocked firmly, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night. Mitchell opened the door, his expression guarded as he faced Jay's intense gaze. Without a word, Jay pushed past him into the living room, the tension crackling between them like electricity.
"What the hell was that, Mitchell?" Jay demanded, his voice low and intense. "You knew how I felt about her." Mitchell's jaw tightened, his own anger simmering beneath the surface. "She's not yours to claim, Jay," he shot back, his voice sharp with defiance. "You don't get to call dibs on someone's feelings."
Jay clenched his fists, the frustration and hurt boiling over. "oh, is that how your going to be," he retorted, his voice rising. "I take it Elizabeth blabbed."
Their argument escalated into a heated exchange of accusations and defenses, each word punctuated by the weight of their unresolved emotions. Voices rose and fell, the air thick with resentment and regret.
"I thought you were my friend," Jay muttered bitterly, his voice tinged with betrayal.
Mitchell's expression softened briefly, a flicker of regret crossing his features. "I am your friend," he replied, his voice quieter now. "But this isn't about friendship. It's about what's right for my penis."
The words hung heavy between them, the truth of Mitchell's statement resonating in the charged silence that followed. Jay took a step back, the fight draining out of him as he struggled to make sense of it all.
"you are so pathetic," Jay finally said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I never want to see you again."
Mitchell nodded solemnly, his own turmoil mirrored in his eyes. "Take all the time you need, I'd be way better off without you" he replied quietly.
Jay turnedaway, his heart heavy with the weight of their fractured friendship and theache of unrequited feelings. He walked out into the cool night air, histhoughts swirling with unanswered questions. But suddenly he had an idea thatwould solve all his problems... he was going to kill Mitchell
