Create A Distraction Part 2 Novels & Stories

" What takes place if someone extends an invitation to you but later decides not to accept it? They have the ability to withdraw the invitation.

I fix my posture, returning to serious and nonchalant. "Forget it, let's go home." It's time to get back to the original plan and forget about distractions

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“My hands aren’t shaking if that’s what you’re asking.” I think for a while, then an idea clicks. “You need a distraction, just to clear your head." “Like what?” “Talking,” I say. “We can talk about anything. Long, pointless conversations always knock you out eventually.” Dre laughs, sceptical. “You really think that’ll work?” “Trust me. You’ll be out in minutes.” “Okay,” she agrees, yawning. “What do we talk about?” “Anything you want.” She looks like she’s thinking too hard, so I jump in before she spirals.

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Waiting for me to care. My fingers curled slightly against the couch. God. What the hell had I done? I sat up abruptly, the weight of the thought becoming too much. "Enough." I needed a distraction. Anything at all that could take my mind off. I reached for the remote and turned on the TV, flipping through channels mindlessly. News, movies, advertisements—none of it held my attention. Everything felt dull. I switched it off just as quickly, silence returned, and with it, the hunger with another growl louder this time.

His face was dripping with confusion and he looked so perplexed, that it only made me feel like an idiot. "I was... practicing my...escape methods?" I tried, but I knew it sounded lame. The Alpha's brows shot up, and I wished he'd stop staring at me like I had grown a second head. "Your escape methods involve bashing your brain cells out? Alright then, I suppose you see something new every day." He commented dryly, and my face colored. "It's called a distraction leap." "Ah." He said slowly. Making it very obvious he thought I was insane or full of crap.

He let out a breath and sat up, suddenly restless. “This is stupid,” he muttered, standing up abruptly. He needed to distract himself. Anything. He walked over to the television and switched it on, flipping through channels without really paying attention until he settled on a random movie. It played in front of him, voices filling the room, but he couldn’t focus. Five minutes passed. Maybe less. He picked up the remote and turned it off. Silence again. He rubbed his face with both hands and exhaled slowly. “Useless,” he muttered, more to himself than anything else.

What will happen next? ************************************

Hastily grabbing a glass of water, Joshua gulped it down, his eyes never leaving the screen of his phone, absorbed in conversation. Seizing the opportunity while he was distracted, I surreptitiously glanced at the tantalizing food from the corner of my eye. Despite my inner resolve, the allure of the meal proved irresistible. The breakfast skillet beckoned with its golden-brown hash browns, each crispy edge promising a burst of flavor, mingling perfectly with the savory aroma of sizzling bacon and the earthy richness of sautéed vegetables.