I set my last box into the back of the moving van.
Yes, we're moving. Like Zach promised, we're out of here.
Everyone's in the car already and it is just Zach and I.
"Hey, I need to talk to you," Zach says before I get the chance to go into the car.
I turn around and walk back to the front door, "What's up?"
"You know this thing we have going on?"
"No, actually. I was wondering, what is this?"
"Nothing, now. I don't want to lose you as a friend, I just can't do this."
I look at him, confused, "So, I was just another skamp? Another pawn to be played?"
His eyes flash an emotion I couldn't identify, "You like the players and I like the game."
"Who said I liked the players?"
"I guessed." he shrugged.
"Maybe you shouldn't guess, but figure out. From me not some gossip," I roll my eyes.
"I said I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I just don't want to be in a 'relationship'."
"Guess it's a good thing that we never were in a relationship." I smile, sickly sweet, turn and get into my truck. We flying all of our cars down, meaning we're all in different cars, basically.
I drive to the airport, parking next to Victor.
*After the flight and at the new house*
I smile at the house in front of me.
I grab a couple light boxes of necessities, Victor hired moving people to move us in.
They already moved my furniture in.
I walk behind the group, really thinking about what Zach told me. I made a promise to myself, back when James died. A promise to never love again. To never let anyone into my life that could potentially end up with me getting hurt. I broke that promise when I saw Zach because I thought it'd be a safe, quiet crush. Boy, was I wrong.
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I glare at the boy across from me. He doesn't notice because he's on his phone, which is why I worked up the nerve to glare. Since he can't see me.
We're at some fancy place, our waiter comes over to take our order.
When it's my turn I order a plain Cesar salad.
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Author's Note
Really short, filler chapter!
Sorry, kinda have a mental block....
But I have a teeny idea that I might use later on. We just have to get to that point.
Okay, sorry.
Byeee
-A<3
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