74 Hurtful words.

Jack. 

The drive to Lance's place is short. Shorter than I hoped it would be. I am slowly losing my mind. 

I don't even know what is going on?

Thinking about him, wishing for more of last night. This is a mental breakdown. Everything has finally caught up to me. that is the only logical explanation for this. 

I don't even like him that way, I am not fucking attracted to him. His beautiful grey eyes that shine under any sort of light, his fair skin, the tattoos all over his arm. The scar under his eye, the one that looks like an arrow that defines his eyes. 

None of that is attractive to me. 

He is just some random guy that has a crush on my best friend. So why do I keep thinking about last night? 

''You are late,'' Lance jumps into the car glaringly.