Page 35 of Heartthrobs Don't Date Wallflowers
Eggo
What prompted this?
Tis Moi Luca
Just keeping you apprised about my life
I cheer you cheer
Thank you
Every time you don’t answer my tweets, I assume you’re dead
It’s a real rollercoaster of emotions
Eggo
That’s love
Tis Moi Luca
Do you go into full mourning every time
I cheer you cheer
Of course I do
Full victorian mourning outfits
Black veil and everything
Sharky
Is that historically accurate?
I cheer you cheer
Do I look likeI care
Sharky
I—
Tis Moi Luca
Ask a stupid question…
When I finally got too cold from the night air and headed back into my room, I caught myself glancing at the side window, the one that faced the boys’ house. Light slipped through a gap in the curtains over there, casting a soft glow into my room. Ever since last weekend, I’d been avoiding that window like it was cursed. The whole embarrassing incident replayed in my mind whenever I got too close, and my skin prickled just thinking about it. I couldn’t even bring myself to stand near the window anymore; I’d actually moved my bed down the wall, so he couldn’t see me at all. The only downside was that now, I couldn’t see him either.
Not that I wanted to.
Definitely not.
But what if I’d gotten it all wrong and the window didn’t even look into his room? Maybe I’d been jumping to conclusions and it was just a random space, like a hallway. Before I knew it, I’d taken a few steps forward, my curiosity dragging me toward the window. Just one look. No harm in checking, right? I nudged the curtain aside, squinting as the light from next door hit my eyes.
And there it was—his room, clear as day. Posters cluttered the walls, clothes were scattered everywhere, and the bed was a crumpled mess. A gaming chair faced a TV mounted on the wall, frozen on a videogame screen. The room looked like the set of every teen movie ever.
But he wasn’t there. Relief washed over me, mixed with a tiny, unexpected pang of disappointment. I guess now that I knew it was Zach’s room, I couldn’t help wondering what he was like when no one else was around. Did he stare at the ceiling, lost in thought? Did he stay up late, texting his friends or some girl he actually liked?No, stop.I had zero business thinking about him like that. He was just the guy next door who’d happened to catch me at my most embarrassing.
