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Saturday, I was sitting in my empty house, in the living room watching the news because I was too lazy to find the remote when my doorbell rang. I thought it was someone delivering a package or something since my dad liked wasting his money on antiques and old books and music stuff, but when I opened the door I was hit with confusion.
"Miller? What are you doing at my house?"
Zac grinned at me, finding my reaction to seeing him amusing. "Nice to see you too, Bloom."
"What are you doing here?" I asked as he allowed himself into my house, walking right past me.
"Nice home," he said as he glanced around. "Very homey."
I looked at him with my eyebrows pulled together in confusion. What the hell was he doing here? "Zac," I grabbed his arm and pulled him so he would look at me and stop
