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And why the hell is he looking at me like that? He put on those dumbass glasses and now he's staring like… ugh, fuck, my balls are itching, but he just keeps staring. Ah, whatever, why the hell should I be embarrassed in front of Jake? We’ve talked about chicks a hundred times and gotten drunk together a million more. Screw it.
— Oh… — I heard him say, and I had to stop halfway, my hand frozen near my jeans, because that “Oh” sounded really, really weird. His mouth was even slightly open like he was expecting something from me. What the fuck, dude?
— Hey! What the hell?! — I raised my voice, 'cause he was still staring like he’d seen… I don’t know… something unimaginable.
And then Jake took a step back. Slowly. Almost reverently. And with that weird half-smile on his face, kind of crooked, like he couldn’t believe his eyes.
— D-dude… you… — he stammered, — I mean, it’s fine, keep going, I… uh… I’m just watching.
I narrowed my eyes. No one says shit like that just like that. I knew Jake. He could scream at dumb memes, laugh like an idiot when someone face-planted off a skateboard. But this… this “just watching” sounded like he just caught me changing in a dressing room or some shit.
— What the hell, perv? — I snorted, but my hand instinctively jerked away from my jeans. — You high or something?
— No… No-no-no… It’s just… — He stared again. And in that moment, I felt like stepping away. Just one step back, away from that weird vibe, from that look in his eyes. Because there was something in it that wasn’t about “a friend looking at a friend.” Something… like he wanted me?
— Fucking hell, Jake! Don’t make me think weird-ass shit, alright?! — I said that while turning away, scratching my chest.
— Umm… — came from the side. A kind of strangled, guilty exhale, like Jake was holding himself back.
I turned around, and then… his hand. Right by his fly. He was standing slightly sideways, but I could still see how he… adjusted. Yeah. Just like that. Trying to be sneaky, but he was clearly hard. Hard while looking at me.
— Jake… — I hissed through my teeth. — What the fuck is wrong with you?...