Zac:Fine, I don’t.
Zac:But at least I’m not an awful texter.
I can’t contain a smile.
Shots fired.
Love:Yeah… sorry about that.
Zac:About time, L. I was growing old over here.
Love:Aw, were you hurt that I didn’t text you?
Zac:Hell no. With that said, I may have gone and checked if you’d left another letter in the book this week…
I crack a laugh.
I went and checked the book, too. What can I say? I got used to our banter over the past two weeks.
Love:Want to know a secret?
Zac:Shoot.
Love: I almost didn’t text you.
Zac: Why?
Love: It’s going to sound stupid, but I was scared you were going to ask around about my number. Like try to figure out if people have it in their phones to trace it back to me.
A few minutes pass.
Zac:Damn, I hadn’t even thought of that.
Zac:Thanks for the tip. Will do.
It’s official. I’m a self-sabotaging idiot.
Love: ZAC!
Zac:Relax, I’m kidding. I won’t ask around about you… if you tell me what you look like.
Love: You wish.
Zac: Come onnn. I’m not asking for a picture here. I just want a vague idea of who I’m talking to.
Love:Well, I’m a girl. And I’m eighteen.
Zac: Boring. I knew that already. Give me something new.
Love:Sucks to be you then, because that’s all you’re going to get. Anonymity pact remember?
Zac:BOO!
I’m about to text back when my phone pings with a message from Dia.
Dia: Party at Theo’s tonight. You’re coming.
Aveena: Isn’t Finn going to be there?