Fly Away

Chapter 23 - Spill the Tea

So," I started, sipping on my mocha. Which, by the way, tasted heavenly. "Spill the tea."

"Spill the what?" Zack questioned, a confused expression crossing his face.

"Spill the tea. You've never heard of that phrase?" I gasped.

"Nope," he replied.

"It was a popular phrase at my old school in New York," I explained.

Zack smiled. "Hey, I've been to New York a couple times. About half of my cousins live there."

I nodded in response. "That's cool," I said, and began to fidget with my sleeves again.

If only he knew...

"So, you brought me here to explain something?" I asked, ignoring my thoughts.

He sighed, and briefly ran his fingers through his hair before looking up at me.

"It's about my sister," he said flatly.

"Go on," I encouraged him after a few long seconds of silence.

He sighed. "So, as you so brilliantly observed a few days ago, I have a bad habit of ignoring you. Er, had. I don't want to make you feel irrelevant, Sunshine. You are quite the opposite of irrelevant," he started.

A smile smile formed on my face.

"I hate Garrett. With a burning fucking passion," he declared, cutting straight to the point. "He's hurt so many girls, and he hooks up with so many of them it's repulsive. That's why I was upset that you were hanging out with him."

I nodded. "I understand. That day I went over to his house, he tried to hook up with me," I admitted.

His green eyes widened, and began to fill with anger. "What the -"

"I tried to get him to stop, but h-he wouldn't. Alyssa came barging into the room before he could do it," I whispered, feeling a sense of disgust wash over me as I recalled the memory.

"That son of a goddamn bitch," he snarled. "I'm literally going to murder his pathetic ass."

I bit my lip and looked down at my mocha.

What is he thinking? Is he mad at me? Oh god, what if he's mad at me and he hates me forever because I didn't listen to him and -

"Hey," Zack said, laughing. His eyes became serious and he took my hands in his. "I could never, ever hate you, Raven. Never."

I blushed and smiled shyly at him. "How did you read my mind?"

"Because I'm Edward Cullen," he joked. "Nah, I didn't, you just said that out loud."

"You know who Edward Cullen is? Oh my god, have you read Twilight?" I squealed in excitement.

So far, I have not found a single person who hasn't hated on the series. I don't understand why people do - it's so bomb and I love it to death.

"Yeah. My sister practically forced me to read it."

"So, what did you think of it?" I interrogated.

Zack awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, I may or may not have read all four books because I may or may not have actually liked it."

I threw back my head and let out a, "HAH!"

"What's so funny?" he frowned.

"Who would've known that Zachary Anderson read Twilight and liked it?" I questioned, throwing my hands up in the air.