Page 97 of Dear Love, I Hate You (Easton High 1)
Love:You can make next week’s confession so epic it takes my mind off it.
Zac:I’ll do you one better and give you two.
WEEK 4
Came home to my mom sucking off one of my friends. Found out they started fucking years ago. The worst part? He was a minor.
- Zac
Oh, and I may or may not have poured extra-strength laxatives into every bottle of booze in his trunk. Oops.
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Love:WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Love:You can’t just drop this on me with no follow-up! What happened afterward? Did you confront them?
Zac: I couldn’t bring myself to. They still have no idea that I saw them that day.
Love:So, she’s been cheating on your dad with one of your friends this whole time?
Zac:Yep. Well, him and the neighbor. And the plumber.
Love:THERE’S THREE OF THEM?
Zac:Afraid so.
Love: I’m so sorry. I don’t know what else to say.
Zac:Take a shot every time one of us says sorry in this conversation.
Love: R.I.P to our livers.
Zac:Did it work? My confession, I mean? Did it take your mind off it?
Love: Take my mind off what?
Zac:Ah. I see what you did there.
Love:Jesus, Zac. Talk about a tough act to follow. My next confession is going to suck compared to this.
Zac:Just give me two then. Like I did.
Love:On it.
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I purposefully ruined my sister’s dress on one of the most important nights of her life.
– Love
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Aveena
I’ve barely stepped foot inside my bedroom after a long day at school before my phone chimes with Zac’s response to my last confession.
Zac:Excuse me, ma’am. That was only one confession. I believe you owe me two.
