Piano Guy

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𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 jaw threatening to drop, but keep it in place. When Jonah said his friend was coming over, this was not what I expected.

Not piano guy.

I clear my incredibly dry throat, but no coherent sentences can be found in the blankness that is now my brain.

So the curly headed boy and I just stand here staring at each other in disbelief for what feels like ten minutes. "Jack!" is what snaps us back to consciousness. We both look behind me to see Jonah with a wide smile.

He strolls past me and pulls the guy into a bro hug. The boy hugs back hesitantly, but stares at me as he does.

The only word that's racing through my mind, however, is the word Jack.

His name's Jack? Jack is a pretty attractive name ...

Okay, since when is any name fucking attractive, fuck, what is happening to me?!

"Renee?"

"Hm?" I respond, quickly looking at Jonah who's just called my name.

"This is my friend, Jack," he announces, gesturing to piano guy. I keep my eyes on him, but it almost doesn't feel like a choice; my eyes are unnaturally drawn to him, like he's forcing me to stare at him without lifting a finger.

Jack. What a name.

"And Jack, this is my...friend, Renee," Jonah introduces with a weird raise of his eyebrow. I wonder why he hesitates on saying we're friends.

Are we not?

Well maybe it's because he's most likely trying to get in your pants, Renee.

Or maybe it's because you overanalyze everything, you dumb bitch.

I'm so busy inflicting dull-witted thoughts on myself that I barely manage to notice Jack's hand extended for mine. I briskly shake it upon realizing, however. Probably a little too enthusiastically. "Sorry, I guess I'm just, um, out of it today," I stammer out.

Fucking idiot!

He stares at me with the same cold stare he possessed in the cafeteria and drops my hand like dead weight. All warmth abandons my body and I feel utterly rejected.

I can't explain it, it's like someone hating you after saying two words to you. A horrid feeling.

I let out a shaky breath and try to brush it off, "Uh, come in ..."

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