Silence.
We all have our heads down as we journey to our destination.
Dread.
We each have no clue of what we might find there. It might be good, it might be bad, or it might just be something to add on to our findings. But whatever it is, the nerves still claw their way in my stomach, picking at each negative thought that I create.
I snap back into reality when something brushes against my hand. I enter fight mode as I'm ready to battle whatever might be harassing me.
"Woah, chill. It's just me." I look up to see Mitch holding my hand. His lips curl into a cheeky grin.
"What are you doing?" His smile transforms into a look of uneasiness.
"I figured that you might feel a bit better if I were to, you know, hold your hand?"
I snort.
"Yeah, well, it's not working." I forcefully tug my hand out of his and place it in the pocket of my denim shorts.
It's not surprising that he was trying to hit on me. We're just friends, but he's made it known a number of times that he has feelings for me, but I'm not about to engage in any sort of relationship at the moment.
My trail of thoughts end just when I make another realization.
We're here.
YOU ARE READING
Unfortunate.
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