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Her eye twitches as he oh so casually greets her. A million words cross her mind, that may make her look crazy, but she definitely wanted to say them. She had spent the last week combing through everything she had done to possibly upset him, or hurt him, and she couldn’t think of one instance. Perhaps she was being too clingy, or too distracting.
Too much.
Hoisting herself up onto Jaunes’ bed, she taps her fingers on the wood. Something was really wrong, and he wasn’t talking to her about it. Not that it’s a big deal, but it was a big deal to her. Nora had always been the type to be mostly upfront with how she felt about certain situations, and Ren was never in the dark. Maybe it was naive of her to think that maybe there was something else between them.
She started to wonder if Ren even had romantic feelings towards her. The blushing, hand-holding, dates but not really dates, all of that seemed a little too intimate for just friends. After everything that they had gone through, she didn’t want this to be where it all ended.
“Oh hey? What am I, some old friend you haven’t seen since high school?” Rolling her eyes, she could feel her body temperature rising. “I see you’ve been keeping yourself busy, huh?”
Leaving an open window for conversation, she was sure he could feel the pressure building up behind him. Though she had put a lot of the pent up anger and frustration into her workout, it still was a lot to unpack.
“Or maybe you kinda forgot that you had a phone. Wait. There’s no way because you’ve seen every message.” Her tone is straight-up sarcastic. While fighting the urge to fall into a passive-aggressive vent, she stares at the back of his head. “Got anything on that?”
Being the quiet, not very social type has always kind of been his thing. It’s nothing new to him. But the lengths he’s gone through to avoid any kind of contact, until now that is, with Nora, is something he’s never really dabbled in before. It’s extremely difficult for him to pinpoint just what the hell he’s doing? She’s his best friend. Typically, best friends don’t ignore each other the way he’s avoided her like the worst kind of sickness imaginable. He should feel bad for the way he’s been treating her, or not treating her, whichever works better. But...something keeps telling him to not let up his defense mechanisms. Still not even daring to look up at her and meet her gaze, he continues working on his sketches, so lost in thought that the’s just barely comprehending the things she’s saying directly to him. “Yes. I...have a lot of school work to catch up on. Busy time of year.” he practically says into the paper he’s drawing on.
That’s when her last comment arises. He had pretty much forgotten the fact that Nora would know when he saw her texts and decided to just not answer at all. Sweat beading down his brow, he really cannot find an appropriate answer to that. How can he possibly respond? What is he supposed to say?
For some reason, he still refuses to give in, refuses to let himself be vulnerable, keeping himself as composed as can be, still avoiding eye contact. This time though, his eyes slowly drift away from his drawing to just look around the room, anywhere but where she’s looking at him.
“I...it’s...you wouldn’t understand.”









