Chapter 4"Bloom."
I turned around to see Zac. I was putting my things in my locker when he walked up to me—an annoyed look on his face.
I was surprised to see him come up to me at school. I didn't know if me being his tutor made us friends.
"Miller." I quirked an eyebrow. I was slightly intrigued.
"You could have texted me, you know. Let me know that you got home safe and weren't drugged and kidn*pped by your Uber driver." His expression was impassive, his voice cold.
I blinked, almost wanting to laugh. Was he serious? Was he—worried about me?
"I don't have your number—how was I supposed to text you? You didn't tell me to."
Zac ran a hand down his face, evidently frustrated. "You have my number."
"No, I do not." I gave him a confused look.
"I put it in your phone—when you were at
