One week later...
Wallace was sentenced to a year in jail. For breaking and entering, stealing the rings, the cars, hacking into computers and stuff. When he was asked if he wanted to talk to anyone, he said my name (of course).
We sat for a few minutes without talking, without eye contact.
I felt stupid so I said, "hey."
He looked up and said, "three minutes and twenty three seconds. Hello."
Then silence hung in the air again. I hate that awkwardness. Even writing it seems awkward.
"You haven't changed." I said.
"Yet you changed a lot." He simply stared. "You moved on."
I ignored him and folded my arms, "why am I here again?"
He leaned forward and said, "are you married?"
"Seriously?" I can't believe he requested me here to ask that!
"Just kidding. Messing with you. I know he isn't."
I frowned, "you now know how to joke?" He had a history of not knowing how to joke and now he's joking?
He ignored me and asked. "How'd you find me?"
"Prime numbers."
He smiled crookedly, "Nadine Louise Waters. How are you?"
"I think you know that better than I do. You stalked me for the last few years, didn't you?"
"Define stalk." He still fixed his eyes on mine.
"Hacking into my stuff and keeping an eye on me?"
He looked away. There's a whole new dictionary for Wallace when being friends with him. Looking away is a yes.
"Why'd you do that?"
He took a breath, wanting to say something but didn't.
"It's okay to tell me, Wallace."
He sighed, "it's okay? You sentenced me to jail."
"You stole things. Please. Just tell me."
"Do you know how hard it is for me to find friends? You're the only one I have. And after that... incident, I have none."
"You could've just called me."
He scoffed and left.
I walked out of the room and left that wretched place.
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Good Girl
AdventureI don't understand why books synopsis always use a third-person thing, I guess I will never understand this whole novel-writing business. I'm Nadine Waters, I'm a journalist from the Guardian for about four years now. I wrote this book because I fou...
