Scribbled Notes

Chapter Eight

I waltzed into school the next day, remembering back to my day with Zack. There was something there. Something that made me happy, and not a new pointes kind of happy. It was better than that. "So, Mads, how did you spend your weekend?" Kendall smirked. She knew how I spent it. "Well, I just hung out with a friend for a few hours yesterday, I didn't do much on Saturday." The brunette smirked again and said, "Would that friend happen to be Zack?" Kendall's knowledge worried me. How much did she know? "How did you know that?!" My Bro devilishly grinned. "He made a post on Instagram saying that he was spending the day with his pen pal. It was obviously you! Even though we're not friends anymore, I still like to check up on him sometimes, you know, to make sure he's alright." I nodded. "Wait- so he does have a phone?" I asked. "No wayyyyy! Of course he does, Maddie!" Something wasn't right. He told me he had no working phone.
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Our Friday English lesson began much too soon. The class proceeded through the process of opening the replies. "Dear ballerina,

I had loads of fun when we hung out! We should do it again sometime! Are you free on Sunday, two weeks' time? Talk to you soon!

Love Zack xx"

I was beginning to turn off of Zack. I mean, he blatantly lied to my face about not having a phone, and now he wants to hang out again? I think not. I scribbled down a reply in my messiest writing possible, just for the crack.

"To Zack,

Why did you lie to me about not having a phone? Did you not want to be able to text? You could've just told me you didn't want to. And yes, I am free. I'll meet you at Chips And Chicks at eleven o'clock in the morning. See you there.

From Maddie"

I wasn't really looking forward to this unexpected invite to hang out, but I wanted to talk to him.
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Two weeks later, I found myself kicking tiny pebbles around the front door of the infamous fish and chips restaurant in pure boredom. The snow was upon us and my toes were freezing inside of my boots. Minutes which felt like hours passed. Another five minutes I told myself. I told myself that umpteen times. Zack never made an appearance. I felt rejected. It was his invitation, therefore it was his duty to be there! Boys... I said to myself. On the reply I had gotten from him on Friday mentioned nothing about the whole phone lie. I could bet you twenty dollars that he's too chicken to tell me.