Filed to story: Kissed by Claw and Fang
It’s been a long time since I’ve texted/flirted with a boy, and I’m not ready for it to end.
I’m certainly not ready to stop talking to Zane, who’s witty and sexy and makes me feel things no one else ever has. Plus, it’s so much easier to talk to him like this than in person, when he’s all dark and broody.
Several seconds pass without a response, and I contemplate throwing my phone across the room or drowning myself in the leftover maple syrup.
In the end, I do neither. I just wait impatiently for him to answer. And when he finally does, I hold my breath as I swipe open my screen. Then burst out laughing because:
Zane: I don’t think we’re there yet, but I’m sure you’ll let me know when we are
Way. Right. Answer.
Truly,
Madly,
Deeply Bitten
I spend the rest of the morning lying around, waiting for Zane to text whenever he can. Which is so not a badass feminist move, but I’ve given up controlling my brain when it comes to this boy. Plus, it’s not like there’s anything else to do. I’ve read everything on my Kindle, and I can’t watch any more episodes of
Legacies without Macy. Add in my bum ankle and the fact that I can’t go anywhere and that leaves…
Zane: What’s your favorite movie?
Me: Atm? To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before
Me: Of all time? Some Kind of Wonderful
Me: Yours
Zane: Die Hard
Me: Seriously?
Zane: What’s wrong with Die Hard?
Me: Nothing
Zane: Jk. It’s Rogue One
Me: The Star Wars movie where everybody dies????
Zane: The Star Wars movie where people sacrifice themselves to save their galaxy
Zane: There are worse ways to die
It’s not the answer I’m expecting, but now that he’s said it, I can totally see how that movie would appeal to this guy who has gone out of his way to rescue me over and over again. Even
Die Hard makes sense when I put it in that light. A main character who’s willing to die if it means keeping other people safe.
There’s a lot more to Zane than the person I met at the bottom of the stairs my first day here. I mean, he’s still the jerk who told me not to let the door hit me on my way out. That’s not something I’m likely to forget any time soon. But he’s also the guy who saved me from Marc and Quinn.
And the guy who carried me all the way back to my dorm room last night. That has to count for something, right?
Plus, I can’t believe how different he is when there’s no one else around. When it’s just the two of us texting and he’s not so busy trying to convince me that he wants nothing to do with me…and, more, that I should want nothing to do with him.
I wish I could ask the real Zane Vale to please stand up, but the truth is, I’m kind of hoping he’s the guy who’s been texting me for the last two hours. And if he’s not…well, I guess I don’t want to know that yet.
Me: Favorite ice cream flavor?
Zane: Don’t have one
Me: Because you like them all???
Me: Which, btw, is the only acceptable answer to not having a favorite
Zane: I think we both know there are a million different reasons I’m unacceptable and ice cream choice barely makes the list
That line shouldn’t make me swoon. It shouldn’t, especially when it’s so obviously a warning. But how can it not when it’s delivered by the same boy who said
Rogue One is his favorite movie?
It’s pretty obvious Zane is the villain of his own story. I just wish I knew why.
Zane: Favorite song?
Me: OMG, I can’t choose
Zane: What if I said you had to?
Me: I can’t. There are too many
Me: You?