Hey.
He responds almost immediately.
Yes, Sunshine?
I was wondering if we can meet in the library during lunch?
Is something wrong?
No. Not really. Just need to talk to you about something.
That doesn’t sound good.
It’s not bad. Please?
You don’t think people will notice that both of us are missing?
It’ll be quick, I promise.
You promise nothing is wrong, Cadie?
Yes, Zachariah. Promise.
Okay, I’ll meet you there.
I look up, everyone is doing their work and minding their own business. I’m thankful I read ahead last week and already finished this chapter, otherwise I’d be screwed for the pop quiz seeing as I’ve wasted most of my time on my phone.
I jump back over to my thread with Ry.
Hey. Gonna meet Zach at lunch. Cover for me if Bray asks?
I watch her as she silently sides her phone out from between her thigh and the chair.
Gotcha. Mad period cramps. Possibly bled through your jeans.
I read the message and don’t know if I should be annoyed or laugh.
If you tell him that, I’ll murder you.
That’s not very Persephone of you.
Have I taught you nothing? Persephone is the queen of the underworld. I know a thing or two, I’d say.
She laughs at my text and we both put our phones away.
Now if I could just focus on the rest of class on not what I’m going to say to Zach when I see him.
I’m walking through the library, students sitting at cubicles and others walking the aisles, looking at the shelves. I look around to make sure no one notices me, or that I don’t notice anyone else. I don’t want to risk anyone seeing us and spreading something that might get to my brother, before we can get the chance to tell him ourselves, which is why doing this at all during school is risky. But it’s the only time we have.
I round the corner, going all the way to the back of the library and as I walk past the bookshelf at the very end of the hall, I hear a whistle.
I turn around and immediately feel relief when I’m greeted with dark brown eyes and the best smile I’ve ever seen. Zach leans up against the shelf, shrouded in the shadows and hidden away, arms crossed, and eyes pointed right at me.
“Shh,” I whisper to him as I walk toward him. A smirk curls on his face.
“Hey, sunshine,” he whispers back.
I can feel the tension between us. I mean, it’s practically bleeding from the both of us considering we were seconds away from kissing last night. I get nervous being this close to him again, because I want nothing more than to finish what we started. I hope he does too. But right now, I want to focus on something more important.
