Zac: Cops showed up and she was going to get caught. We let her hide with us.
Love: Oooh, is she pretty?
What? I had to ask. Anxiety stirring in my gut, I stare at my screen, waiting for his reply, which takes forever and a day to come. Twenty minutes later, my screen lights up with a new message.
Zac: Very.
I probably shouldn’t be this happy. Just like I shouldn’t be giggling like a twelve-year-old girl, but I can’t help myself.
Then he texts me again.
And the smile evaporates from my face.
Zac: But in an unassuming, unconfident way.
Is that really what he thinks of me?
That I’m insecure?
Self-effacing?
I mean… he’s not wrong.
Shut up, Inner Vee.
Love: And is that your type? Girls who hide?
Five minutes go by before he answers.
Zac: No.
My stomach sinks faster than a herd of elephants walking on thin ice.
Zac: At least, not usually.
Not usually?
I don’t get the chance to ask before he adds,
Zac: It’s going to sound batshit crazy but I realized something tonight.
Love: What?
Zac: Remember when I said no girl could ever keep my attention?
Love: Yeah?
My heart flutters with anticipation.
Zac: I think I was wrong.
WEEK 1
I’ll always wonder if he killed himself because of me. – Love
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Zac: Damn, L… I was not expecting that.