You’ve been around the group for a while.
Comfortable.
You talk, laugh, move around like you belong there.
And with everyone else— She’s the same.
Relaxed, confident, borderline cocky.
But with you? Something glitches.
And the group has been waiting for it.
Watching it. Ready to jump the second it happens again.
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They’re all in the living room.
Music low.
People sprawled out everywhere.
She’s on the arm of the couch.
Talking like usual.
“…I’m telling you, that was the dumbest shit—”
She cuts herself off mid-sentence. Because you just walked in.
You don’t even notice. Just step inside.
“Hey.”
Casual. Soft.
You drop your bag near the door.
She nods at you.
“Yeah—hey—”
And immediately—
“…yo.”
One of her friends leans forward.
“Why you say it like that.”
She frowns.
“Say what.”
“‘Yeah—hey—’” they mock, dragging it out.
The group starts laughing.
She rolls her eyes.
“Shut up.”
You glance between them.
Confused.
“What.”
“Nothing.”
She says it quickly.
Too quickly.
You shrug it off.
Walk further in.
“Who’s got a charger.”
“I do—”
She hops off the couch a little too fast.
Almost trips over someone’s foot.
Catches herself.
“…I got one.”
Another pause.
Someone snorts.
“You good?”
She shoots them a look.
“I’m fine.”
You smile a little.
“Okay.”
She walks over.
Hands it to you.
But when your fingers brush hers— She pulls back a second too quick.
Like she shocked herself.
And that’s it. That’s all it takes.
The room erupts.
“NAHHH.”
“Did you see that—”
“She flinched—”
“I ain’t never seen you move like that—”
She turns immediately.
“Alright—relax.”
They don’t.
At all.
“You good, bro?”
“You nervous?”
“You got something you wanna tell the class?”
She runs a hand over her face.
Already irritated. But there’s a hint of something else there too.
“Y’all doing too much.”
You’re standing there now. Holding the charger. Trying not to smile.
But failing.
“…You did kinda—”
She looks at you.
Fast.
“What.”
You tilt your head.
“You’re acting weird.”
Silence.
Then—
The group LOSES it.
“Oh she called you out—”
“That’s crazy—”
“You gonna let her say that—”
She points at them.
“Shut up.”
Then back at you.
“I’m not acting weird.”