Two weeks. Two awkward teens. One play.
For Zoe and Zak, everything is on the line.
With fourteen days to fix their stage chemistry, they've bitten off a bit more than they can chew.
Zoe knows the only way to embrace the chemistry test is wit...
SaltySweetSassMaster: i shouldnt have acted like a jackass but i did cuz i kinda am a jackass. look what im trying to say is im really sorry and i hope we can work this out.
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SaltySweetSassMaster: oh and i found this pic of a cat that looks just like u
SaltySweetSassMaster:
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SaltySweetSassMaster: its so cute look see
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SaltySweetSassMaster: zo when ur not busy can we talk plz
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SaltySweetSassMaster: **:)
"Looks like someone's really tryin' to get a hold of ya." Zak shot me a look from the passenger's seat after glancing at my phone.
"Oh, could you check who it is for me?" Although extremely tempted to check it myself, I kept my eyes on the road as I made another sharp turn, hurling Zak into the car door. "Yikes, sorry about that."
"Yikes is right. Where'd you learn to drive? Fast and Furious?" Zak laughed, reaching for my phone.
"Hey." My voice drawled.
The corners of Zak's lips rose upward briefly before he looked from my phone to my face. "SaltySweetSassMaster?"
"Oh, yeah, that's Mark."
He bobbed his head up and down. "That makes sense."
I drew in a breath to speak, but immediately closed my lips and decided against mentioning Mark. I wanted to keep things light with Zak, avoid tension of any sort. We were acting, after all.
"It's this way, right?" I pointed toward the upcoming street.
"Yup." He answered, popping the 'p'.
I smiled at his mannerism and turned onto the street, slowing the car to an appropriate speed for the narrow road, the familiar two-story gray-blue house coming into view. A black Range Rover was parked in the driveway alongside two Barbie bicycles. I parallel parked against the sidewalk and tried to blink away the spots in my eyes due to the incoming stream of sunlight.
The inside of Zak's house was just as homey as the outside. A sense of warmth and kindness seemed to fill the entire place. Whether it was the adorable pictures of Zak and two other little girls framed along the cool gray walls, or the faint sounds of Mozart playing through surround sound speakers, or the sensation of the soothingly cold hard wood floor against my toes, the place seemed to radiate with tranquility and love. The views of rolling green scenery through the sparkly-clean windows opened up the entire living room area.
