Chapter 19

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After a few weeks, things seem to have settled down a bit. I can hardly believe we're still talking or whatever the fuck we're doing. But the butterflies I used to have in the pit of my stomach have disappeared.

They've been replaced by an unexpected and distracted familiarity.

Yes, sometimes we talk about important things, but most days, we ramble on as if the things we're saying make sense when in fact, we just want to hear each other's voice.

He calls me, and I barely listen to a word he says. Instead, like today, I do random things like jumping several times to fit myself into my gym tights, then take my trainers and go sit near the phone on the bed.

That's when my phone finally pings.

Sybil: Sorry, I'm stuck at home. Can't come.

"They are untrustworthy; those stands."

"Uh-huh."

Well, I guess that means no Pilates for me today. Sure, I could do it alone since we were going to train in my room anyway, but without Sybil's cheerleading, I'll probably manage seven minutes of exercise before getting bored.

"Speaking of: happy three-month anniversary, baby."

My skin heats from the endearment.

"Happy three-month anniversary to you too then."

In all honesty, I wasn't counting, but it's not like I mind.

"Is six months marked on your calendar?"

"It is now." I scribble on the one stuck to my wall after throwing off the gym tights.

"Ask me about my day." I urge him, which he promptly does. "I spent the afternoon with JD and Danatha."

"I can imagine that's awkward."

"They're not the type."

"And your redhead friend?"

"Is she still being a bitch to me?"

"Heavy on the honesty then."

"I just hate how awful she can be sometimes, that's all."

I see Zeke coming in and silently direct him to take off his shoes, putting my index finger over my lips, instructing him to keep quiet.

"Awful are self-serving lies as are hurried goodbyes. I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Oh, I-"

The line cuts like it does most days. I didn't even get to ask him what he meant.

"He's probably going to fuck another girl."

Zeke throws himself on my bed making me bounce on it as I continue to frown at my phone

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Zeke throws himself on my bed making me bounce on it as I continue to frown at my phone.

"He's going for rehearsals..."

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