Page 23 of Heartthrobs Don't Date Wallflowers
Eggo
YOU’RE THE ONLY ADMIN
I cheer you cheer
Also you live in the same house
Can’t you just yell at her in person?
Take it from an older sister, it’s way more satisfying to annoy younger siblings in person
The fangirl
Take it from a younger sister, if you yell at her she will get revenge against you
Tis Moi Luca
She’s still at school
And we’re not in the house anyway, we’re at the studio
Eggo
I’m sorry
Bay is walking around in his boxers
IN THE STUDIO?
Tis Moi Luca
What you didn’t know your boyfriend likes to strip at all hours of the day?
Eggo
Believe it or not it’s never come up
BAY PUTSOME CLOTHES ON
Bay
I WOULD IF LUCA HADN’T TAKEN THEM
It only occurred to me as I got to the current conversation going on that none of this was about science, nor was the group name about the class. Now, I could be wrong, because nobody had ever really added me to a study group like this, but I was getting the feeling that this wasn’t the one Megan had meant to add me to. Between the nicknames, the confusing conversation, and the fact that there were only eight other people in here, it all seemed off.
Sure, it could just be a close group of friends who were discussing science class, but again, nobody had brought up science, and I didn’t see why Megan would add some random girl that she was meeting for the first time to that group chat. No, I was in the wrong place. A considerable part of me wanted to just dip out of here before anybody noticed. More importantly, before Megan noticed she made a mistake and had to have the really awkward conversation about it. But I was also a little curious about it, because I’d never really been in a group chat like this before—one where everybody was so active and seemed so friendly. I’d never really had a friend group before at all, period. It’s one of those things that I always saw in movies that seemed so fun, but between moving around and my utter shyness, I’d never managed to have it.
But was it weird for me to stay here knowing she added me by mistake?
I was just about to close the messages and decide I’d worry about it later tonight when a new one popped up that made me freeze.
Not Zesty
Rob says we can stop for coffee on the way home
I hadn’t looked over the nicknames that closely when I first opened the chat, but now it was staring out at me, so obvious that I couldn’t ignore it.Not Zesty. I tried to think back to the moment that he told me about why that was his nickname—something about his friend using it in a group chat they had. It couldn’t be this one. It couldn’t. There was no way. And yet, what sort of coincidence would it be that somebody else used the same nickname in some other group chat that I happened to be added to?
I’d always heard of the term of six degrees of separation. The idea that everyone is connected to one another by a maximum of six “friend-of-a-friends.” But I didn’t expect it to be this close. I didn’t expect to find him this quickly, especially since I wasn’t looking for him. But he was here. Somehow, some way, he was connected to my real life.
