Page 94 of Dear Love, I Hate You (Easton High 1)

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.