"Undercurrents of Tension"

The rest of the weekend passed without incident, or so Andrew thought. He spent his days swimming in the pool, playing video games with Nick, and enjoying the laid-back atmosphere of the house. But despite the seemingly carefree days, Andrew couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He caught glimpses of Judd lurking in the background, watching him and Nick with an intensity that made him feel uneasy. As they sat down to a Sunday morning breakfast of pancakes and eggs, Andrew sensed Judd's presence behind him. He turned to see Judd leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on Andrew with a piercing gaze. Nick, oblivious to the tension, chatted away about his plans for the week, but Andrew's attention was drawn back to Judd. The rest of the meal was uneventful, but Andrew couldn't help but feel like he was being watched. He glanced around the kitchen, but Judd had disappeared, leaving him wondering if he had just imagined the whole thing. Nick, on the other hand, seemed completely unaware of the undercurrents of tension that had developed over the weekend. As the day drew to a close, Nick suggested they have a bonfire in the backyard. Andrew agreed, and they spent the evening roasting marshmallows and swapping stories. Judd appeared again, this time sitting on the periphery of their group, his eyes fixed intently on Andrew and Nick as they laughed and joked together. As the night wore on, Andrew began to feel a growing sense of discomfort. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he sensed that Judd's presence was affecting the dynamics of their little group. Nick, sensing his friend's unease, asked him if everything was okay, but Andrew just shook his head, unsure of how to explain the feeling. As they settled in for the night, Andrew couldn't help but wonder what Judd's problem was. He seemed friendly enough, but there was something about him that made Andrew feel like he was walking on eggshells. Little did he know, Judd's jealousy was simmering just below the surface, waiting to boil over into something much more sinister. The night drew to a close, and Andrew retreated to his room, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. But as he lay in bed, he couldn't shake the feeling that Judd was still watching him, his eyes boring into his skin like a physical presence. He tried to push the thought aside, telling himself he was just being paranoid, but the sensation lingered, leaving him with a sense of unease that he couldn't ignore. As he drifted off to sleep, Andrew was unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. Judd's anger and jealousy had been building for weeks, and it was only a matter of time before it all came to a head. The question was, what would happen when it did?