Chapter 9
Zoey
Three dates in and I don’t have a single bad thing to say about Tristan. We mesh so well. Every date, he reveals more about himself. We still talk every day and I find myself smiling when he texts me. Honestly, it’s gotten to the point where Tiffany smacks me with a pillow anytime I feel like I’m going gooey over him.
“Can you stop rubbing your constant joy in my face?” She demands as I fix my hair.
“I like it. He’s so ....”
“Good for you?” She snickers. “I know it’s a brand new feeling, but we’re supposed to be having mutual study time which means no phones. You made that rule.”
I put the phone down and we get back to homework. When we finish she motions to my phone. “Now you can sext like crazy.”
“We haven’t.”
Tiffany’s eyebrows lift, and her head juts towards me.
