Telepathic Love

Chapter 5.1: A Connection Finally Made

Zac's POV

"You okay?"

I jumped when Max grabbed my shoulder.

"Yeah," I stuttered. "Sorry."

"He's probably talking to his Soulmate," Dylan said in a teasing tone.

"You finally made the connection?" Max asked, his excitement giving me flashbacks from high school. Before I could tell him about it, he grabbed his phone and started planning.

"This is something your fans would love to hear! I can get you on Ellen to talk about it. You can tell her about your first conversation, her name, what she does."

"Max," I interrupted him. "I am not going to use my Soulmate for PR points."

"We aren't using her," Max tried to laugh off. "We're just telling your fans that you made your connection. They're going to want to know."

"I'm not doing that to her, Max," I said harshly.

"Besides, I don't think she's going to want to have her accident told to the whole world," Dylan mumbled.

"Her what?" Max asked.

"It's how the connection was formed," I sighed. "I woke up to her scream in my head. She got into a car accident heading home from her parents' house and I felt it."

"You felt it," he repeated slowly. "Wait. . . Zac? If you felt her pain, doesn't that mean. . ."

"She was dying," I finished for him. I glanced over at Dylan watching me.

"That is a story we have to tell!" Max said overly excited. My anger boiled over as he planned out getting me into an interview to talk about the "Best Connection Ever Formed".

"I can see the headlines" Max was still rambling. "Zac Efron Saves His Soulmate's Life By Reaching Out To Her."

"That's not exactly how it happened. Right, Zac?" Dylan said, looking over at me.

"That doesn't matter," Max scoffed. "Zac Efron saving his Soulmate by making the connection is a story that his fans will eat up. I wonder if there's a way we can get an interview to wherever she is. We could get a camera crew to her hospital room and get her side of the story."

"No!" I yelled. Max looked at me with wide eyes. He started to say something but I cut him off. "I am not forcing a camera crew into her hospital room, Max. She needs to rest. And I'm definitely not throwing her into this world."

There was a silence as the two watched me. Dylan cleared his throat and broke the silence.

"She knows you're an actor right?" He asked.

I looked between my brother and my manager, hesitating to tell the truth.

"Zac," Max sighed. "You didn't tell her you're an actor?"

"Well," I stuttered. "I thought that. . . I didn't want to create a stereotype or. . ."

"If you didn't tell her you were an actor, what does she think you do?" Dylan asked.

"For starters, I didn't lie to her," I said quickly.

"Not telling her you're an actor isn't lying to her?" Dylan scoffed.

"I told her about our company," I tried to fix the situation.

Dylan laughed but covered it up with a cough. "You mean the company we barely run?"

I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. "I need to tell her the truth, don't I?"

"Yeah," Dylan chuckled. "Girls tend to want honesty in their connection."