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The car ride was off from the moment we got in. I don’t know why, but there was this strange, almost suffocating air in the car that I couldn’t shake. As Jack drove, he fumbled with his phone, his hand jerking it from his pocket, but it slipped from his grasp and bounced off the console, landing under Helens seat.
“Whoops,” Jack chuckled, reaching over to grab it, his arm brushed against Helen’s leg as he leaned in, but he couldn't reach it.
I couldn’t help but notice how his hand lingered there for a second longer than necessary. The tension in my stomach twisted. Maybe it was nothing, but something about the way he touched her made me feel… off.
Helen didn’t seem to care, or maybe she just didn’t notice, but she shifted slightly to give him more room, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t an accident. She wasn’t pulling away from him. She wasn’t even reacting to it. Just letting it happen.
Jack pulled the car over, placed his hand on Helens thigh and spread her legs. He leaned over, his head now on her lap, reaching for his phone.
“There it is!”, his hand still on her thigh. My heart pounded as I watched on, unsure of what to make of it. It was like this quiet, intimate moment happening right there in front of me. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop myself from noticing every tiny movement.
Helen glanced over at me then, just for a second. Her lips curled into a small, teasing smile. The kind she always gave me when she knew something I didn’t. I couldn’t help but freeze.
“Umm Jack? Your hand?”, Helen now facing Jack. “Oh my god! Sorry… I hadnt noticed”, Jack did seem distracted from the situation, maybe it was a misunderstanding and I was over thinking it all.When we pulled up to Jack’s house, the usual buzz of excitement filled the air. The lights from inside spilled out onto the lawn, and I could hear laughter and music coming from the party. Normally, I would’ve been excited to see my friends, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was a bad idea inviting Helen. Jack leaped out of the car, greeting everyone with his usual enthusiasm. Helen followed, and I lingered behind, feeling like I was watching them, watching her, from a distance.
As usual, the guys immediately flocked to Jack, slapping his back, laughing, all caught up in his magnetic energy. Helen smiled and chatted with them, but her attention kept drifting back to Jack.
I felt like I was just… there. Watching them both, but feeling like an outsider in my own relationship.
After some small talk, Jack turned to Helen, a grin spreading across his face.
“Come on, let me show you around,” he said, his voice a little too chipper. “You’re gonna love it.”
Helen smiled at him, her eyes lighting up like she was genuinely excited. I watched them walk away from the main group, heading toward the other rooms of the house. Jack led her through the crowd, showing her everything like he was giving her an exclusive, personal tour of the party.
A few minutes later, Jack had led Helen to a quieter part of the house. I couldn’t see where they’d gone, but I knew exactly where they were. He’d shown me the bedroom before, the place where everyone ended up when the party moved into its later stages.The door closed behind them with a soft click, and I was left standing in the hallway, unsure of what to do.