Chapter 6

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Evan POV

"Sounds like you're in love with him."

"Jared!"

"What? There's nothing wrong with the love one man feels for another."

"Jared, I'm not in love with Connor."

He just smirked. "You're blushing."

I hid my face. I saw myself in my phone reflection. He's just teasing. Welp.

Connor and I hung out during our break. We walked around for a while and talked about the things we'll do when we get out of school.

"Bike the Appalachian trail?"

"I thought you said you hated bikes," he laughed. Right. Bikes are so weird.

"Then what would you do?"

"Write a book or learn to sail or something. Wouldn't that be cool?"

I smiled. "What kind of book?"

"I don't know. Like a mystery maybe."

"Neato mosquito," I said making finger guns. I loathe myself.

I felt weird around him today. I feel like it's what Jared was saying earlier today. He's all like yoU'rE iN LOvE wiTh hiM. Like ha no I'm not.

Let's face it though. All the smiling and actual blushing I'm doing.. I totally am.

Nobody needs to know.

"Earth to Evaaaan," Connor said, waving his hand in front of my face. "Alright?"

"Yeah. Very alright."

Zoe POV

How dare he just get over me like that? It's bothering me too much. I got the money. Why am I still annoyed?

Oh. It didn't even work. Now he's probably married to my brother or something by now. Disgusting. Of all people, Connor had to be at the restaurant.

I knocked on Connor's door. He shouted from inside, "If it's Zoe, fuck off. If it's mom or dad, fuck off please."

"I'm coming in." He can suck it up.

"Little girl hey, the door is that way."

"Connor, why were you even at the Italian place, whatever it's called?"

"Because I like their fettuccine alfredo. Why?"

"Nasty. Just wondering. It's weird that you just happened to be there when Evan was."

"It was a coincidence. Now let it go and go braid your hair or something."

I groaned loudly, making sure he knew I was annoyed as I walked away.

Connor POV

Wow. She's insane.

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