"I'm an i***t," I moaned, my voice muffled due to the pillow I'd placed over my head. Oh how quickly my feelings had shifted, my anxiety picking apart every strand of joy I felt and replacing it with dread.
"No, you're not," Zach told me, his back against his pillows meanwhile I was flopped over the end of his bed, having what could only be described as a breakdown.
"Yes, I am." I wasn't going to accept what Zach was telling me. I was too stubborn and I knew just how much I'd screwed up this time. Zach sighed. "He knows your name, so what? There's nothing he can do with it. K knows my name and I don't care. You need to chill."
I threw the pillow off me and sat up, ignoring him.
"What if he finds out who I am? What if he comes knocking at our house?" I was on the verge of a panic attack
