Thief of Thoughts

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Chapter Eight

My heart was beating a little too fast in my chest and I felt sick. I didn't know what to say. So, instead, I just stood there, mouth agape, making weird squeaking noises.

Kyle Hunt (yes, the Kyle Hunt) looked nearly as surprised as me. Jonah, oblivious to what was going on, kept babbling about how he met Kyle and this and that and I wasn't listening at all. I was just staring into his brown eyes and trying not to have an actual, literal heart attack.

"Anna?" he asked, and things got a whole lot fucking worse.

Kyle's question seemed to snap Jonah out of his rambling. He looked back and forth between the two of us, eyes wide. "Wait, what? Who the hell is Anna?"

A very deep blush was creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. What was the likelihood that the one guy I happened to stalk also happened to be my best friend's friend.

Okay, stalk was a strong word for it. I hadn't been stalking. Just observing. Intensely. For research.

Nobody had a right to judge me anyway because nobody else has had to deal with having psychic abilities.

"You were in my room the other said your name's Anna, right?" he asked.

I quickly took a few steps back. I shook my head. "Um. No. I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, praying he'd think he got the wrong girl. I was pretty sure he knew otherwise judging by the obvious horror painted on my face.

"What room? What the hell is going on?" Jonah asked, seeming more disturbed by the second.

I just frowned. "I seriously don't-"

"Yeah...definitely Anna." He smiled proud of himself. "I didn't think we'd meet again."

Jonah was definitely tired of being the only one out of the loop. He stood up abruptly, staggering a bit, and pushed his way between the two of us. "All right. Somebody's going to tell me how on Earth you two know each other or else."

I let out an aggravated sigh. If Jonah even heard this story...I would never hear the end of it. He would also absolutely know I was hiding something, since it was kind of suspicious of me to be falling onto the bedroom balcony of his friend while pretending to be a girl named Anna.

"Oh...we met the other day...," Kyle started, but I gave him a sharp glare over Jonah's shoulder. I barely knew him, but I prayed he would get my signal. Maybe he wouldn't know why I was keeping it secret, but I hoped he'd help me out. Even though he had no need to seeing as I'd been the one creepily watching him from a tree.

He probably thought I was a psychopath.

"We met a few days ago at a coffee shop," he finally finished, and I felt relief fill my veins. I couldn't believe he'd actually just done that. But the look he was now returning told me he definitely had questions, and I'd be expected to answer them.

Jonah narrowed his eyes. " what were saying about a room then?"

"Nothing. I didn't say anything about a room."

"Yeah, you did."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Come on."

"I plead the fifth."

Jonah still seemed frustrated, but also seemed to realize he was not going to get anywhere with this conversation. He looked back at me again, frowning. I was also definitely going to be interrogated by him later.

"Whatever. I'm going to get more drinks," Jonah said, but it was obvious he wasn't happy. How on earth had everything gone to crap so fast?

Which was made worse by the fact that Kyle and I were relatively alone.

Kyle just crossed his arms. "All are you going to explain what is going on or not?" He didn't say it with any anger, just blatant curiosity. And maybe even a hint of amusement.

I sighed and sat back down on the red booth. He took the seat across from me. It was hard to look at him. I could feel him staring at me.

"Look...I'm really sorry for, um, falling on your balcony...I was just..."

I paused. What kind of excuse could I possibly give? What would be even vaguely believable?

Screw it.

"This is going to sound unbelievably stupid, but I was playing hide and seek with a friend who lives on your street. It was dumb. And childish. I fell..."

Fortunately, he didn't seem to question this at all. I guess when you come up with a wild enough story, it has to be believable. He actually was smirking. "Really? Damn, if I'd known that, I would've joined."

I let out a soft laugh. Now, I just had to play along. "Yeah. It wasn't that fun anyway."

He was smiling to himself now. "Wait...but then why'd you tell me your name was Anna...when it's obviously not?"

I shrugged. "I just...I didn't want you to remember me because it was embarrassing." Okay, that was the easy part. And the most believable. Even if I had been playing hide and seek that would have been true.

He nodded. "So..."

I raised my eyebrows. "So what?"

"So, what's your real name?" he asked. "Since we didn't actually officially meet."

"'s Eliza. I'm Eliza. It's nice to meet you."

Kyle held out his hand, half jokingly. I took it. "Kyle. Although, I think you already knew that."

Suddenly, Jonah was back with three more drinks. My eyes widened. Was he planning on chugging those all himself? I knew I would not be having any, and although I didn't know Kyle that well, he didn't seem like the type of person either.

Julia Hope

#1295 in Romance
#198 in New Adult & College
#165 in Billionaires

Story about: first love, romance, sciencefiction

Edited: 11.07.2019

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