“Hey, watch it!”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, but he just kept walking and hitting other people’s shoulders. They were annoyed but he was beyond caring. Let them get mad. Would it even matter?
A strong hand gripped his shoulder and spun him around. He thought he was in for another punch, but Alec wasn’t even angry. Not that Shane had done anything, of course. But Alec looked… almost worried.
“Dude, what the hell is the matter with you?”
“Nothing.”
Alec didn’t believe him. Heck, Shane didn’t even believe himself. But what was there to say? Nothing. Exactly.
“You and I both know that you ain’t fooling anyone, jackass. So spit it out now before you start crying like a pansy.”
“I just said that it was nothing. Just drop it, okay?”
“No.”
“Jesus Christ, just let it go.” He tried pushing his way through but Alec was stronger and his grip hardened and felt too heavy for a hand.
“Tell me now before you fucking start singing shitty Disney ballads on me.”
But he didn’t.
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The Piano Player
Teen FictionSome people were born into lives that seem to be written by boy band-obsessed fan girls, or introverted poets, or dreamers that never stop floating into the clouds. With lives full of conflict and interest and changes, they just simply made chameleo...
