I'M NOT SURE if I've ever been insecure before of something I've said to someone before. But now that I think about it, I guess the last time I was insecure was when I forced myself to greet an aunt or whatever.
But that was only because I was insecure of my weight. I'm 127 now; so why am I insecure of what I told Quinn?
"Hey. I know that you don't want to... uh, anyways, I just wanted to give this back." He barely makes eye contact and surprisingly I care. Oh my god, I fucking care. This is so bad. "Sorry I took it in the first place."
"Took what?" I look down at the journal in his hands and I suddenly freeze.
"Aarya?"
"Uh..."
"I don't know what got into me. I didn't mean to do it." I wish I was mad at him or something of the sort. But all I can do is just stand there. "Anyways, I don't want to keep you waiting. You're probably hungry." He signifies to the Burger King, which probably is cold by now.
But the thing is I don't care about that anymore. Because now I'm fixed on the possibility that Quinn took my journal because he actually cares about me.
And that's something I can't fathom.
