Not.
I flee to my room, having had enough excitement for one day already and not wanting to have it out with Logan. I head to the bathroom for a shower but before I do, I pull my phone out and text Gracie, replying to her question from earlier.
It’s risky.
Far too risky.
But I can’t help myself.
My answer is my best friend’s sibling.
TWENTY
GRACIE
Noah texts me the entire drive to my parents’ house. I’m heading home for Thanksgiving and instead of the usual drive back with just me and my brother, Lana has tagged along too.
It’s been two weeks since I told Noah everything, and he’s been hanging around me as much as he can.
We’ve gotten closer, and it’s been nice to just hang out with him and let my worries wash away. Noah has always had that effect on me and getting closer to him recently has been exactly what I’ve needed.
He gets me out of my head, and I actually havefunwith him.
I’ve laughed more with him in the last two weeks than I probably have in the last year, so I think the change of pace has been good for me.
He isn’t like my girlfriends, who try to drag me out of my comfort zone because they think it’s what’s best for me.
Noah just lets me be.
He accepts if I don’t want to do something and doesn’t push me on it.
He’s laid back, and goes along for the ride, which I honestly never expected of him.
That seems more like Harley’s forte, but I guess I’ve never spent enough time alone with Noah to really know him and what he’s like without the guys around.
It’s had the intended effect, because I haven’t seen the masked guy once since Noah started walking me everywhere and just hanging out with me.
That’s not to say that I haven’t heard from him though.
I didn’t hear from him whatsoever for three days after the day I told Noah everything, so whether he saw him walk me home that night or not, I don’t know.
But the silence didn’t last.
He texts me daily. Sometimes only once a day, sometimes multiple times, but I’ve learned to just read and ignore them, hoping I can live in denial, and he’ll just go away.
I send a responding meme to Noah and just as though he knew I was thinking of him, a text from Anonymous comes through.
I sigh inwardly and click on the message, wondering what it is he has to say this time.
His texts vary from random check ins hoping I’m okay—which hello, clearly, I’mnotokay when I have a damn stalker—to random facts and what he wants to do to me.
It’s the latter that get to me the most, but I’m trying not to think too hard about the reason why.
Anonymous
It’s getting colder now, are you wearing enough layers? I saw you yesterday only wearing a thin coat and that’s not good enough, Gracie. What if you get ill? How will I take care of you if you don’t even want to be near me? Don’t make me do something drastic just to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.
Fuck, I miss you, babe. Do you miss me?
