Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I also quite like the truth as well. I’m not a liar. I believe you were insinuating I am one, so you insulted me too. I’m just scared. I don’t want to risk losing him. If I put myself out there and he doesn’t feel the same, I’ve ruined everything. You might not understand that since you’ve never been in love, but the thought of getting my heart broken or screwing with our friendship is not something I’m looking to do.
So what I need to do is get his attention, like you said. I do know what he likes. And maybe seeing me with someone will make him realize how he feels about me. I hate to say it, but you’re a bit of a genius.
Ouch. That was actually painful to admit, and I don’t even know you. Do you have that effect on people often?
Sincerely,
In Love with My Best Friend
In Love with My Best Friend,
You wound me so! I’m sorry being nice to me was so painful for you. In your defense, I have been known to frustrate people a time or two in my life. It’s sort of fun. I’m actually smiling while writing this and imagining your scowl as you read it. Well, if I knew what you looked like, but I do have a very active, healthy imagination.
Look at us being all banter-y and shit.
I’m glad to hear you’re not a liar. You might be a little bit of a dick, but no worries, I can be one too. It’s not an easy quality to have—being an ass but not in a really assholery way. It’s quite sexy (at least I’ve been told that about myself), but I don’t think you would agree. And it doesn’t take rocket science to see we’re not compatible, because I don’t do love and you’re on a quest for it.
What a shame.
Good luck,
Anonymous
Wait. Are you flirting with me??? I told you I’m in love with someone else! And these emails won’t be posted, correct? I know permission was given for the initial contact, but not this follow-up!!!
In Love with My Best Friend
LOL. I think I am flirting with you. I’m good at it, right?
And no, these messages aren’t going to be posted.
They’re just for fun. Admit it, you’re having fun.
Anonymous
Oh, wow. You really are cocky.
In Love with My Best Friend
Funny. That’s what my date said last night.
Anonymous
Is that a dick joke? Please tell me that’s not a dick joke.
In Love with My Best Friend
That was indeed a cock joke. You might be right, though. Dicks aren’t something to joke about, especially the size. It can be cause for disappointment if one lies about that. Either way, I might add. Some are too small, some are too big. Wait, I think I got off-track here. Are you smiling?
Anonymous
No! I’m definitely not smiling. What are you? Twelve?
In Love with my Best Friend
CHAPTER FOUR
Elijah
Holy fuck. Why was I smiling?
The guy was full of himself, a commitmentphobe, and flirting with someone who told him he was in love with someone else. Not my thing, but I was smiling, which almost made me want to keep talking to him simply so I could prove to myself it was a strange fluke and we could hold a conversation where he did nothing except make me frown.
But I also wanted him to wait. To prove that, if I didn’t want to, I didn’t have to continue talking to him at all, so I logged out of the fake email address I’d opened to contact the guy, put my phone away, and prepared for my next class.
The studio wasn’t mine, but I hoped to have my own one day. For now, it was a cool setup. The place was owned by this lady named Patsy, who had the main room, but there were two of us who taught our own classes and used our own rooms in the building.
I made sure the equipment was all wiped down, and I had music playing by the time my clients began making their way in. For a second, I wondered if Anonymous had seen my message yet…if he believed me…if he replied… And then I considered punching myself in the face because what he thought and what he did and what he saw shouldn’t matter to me.
It didn’t matter to me.
I didn’t even know the guy.
“Hey, what’s up?”
I clutched my heart at the sound of the voice behind me. I’d been known to be dramatic at times. Mom always said I should have been in drama, and I considered it, but I’d definitely not been confident enough to perform in front of people when I’d been in high school. Not that way, at least. Dancing I’d been able to do, but the whole talking thing was different. “Hey, Zion. How’s it going?” He stood about a head and a half taller than me.