Page 73 of Bad Kind of Love

“I miss you too.” I tell him even though just a few minutes ago I was swapping spit with his father.

Instead of feeling like the world's worst friend, I felt like a cheating girlfriend. A conniving liar who ruined something good, something that I wanted to explore further but Jack happened.

“I wish you could have come with me.”

My heart dips again and this time, I let a tear fall.

“Me too.” I try to sound happy, but Wes knew me better than I knew myself.

“What’s wrong? You sound upset?” He asks, bothered by tone.

“Nothing.” I lie. “Just anxious for you to get home.”

And I was.

But I was terrified at the same time.

How long could I keep Jack and me a secret for? Surely he’d find out somehow and I had a feeling he wouldn’t take it well.

“I’ll be home soon.” He reassures. “Don’t forget about our date next weekend.”

My face falls into my palm and I groan. I was officially falling fast out of the cloud nine state I had been in and now I had reached rock bottom.

“I won’t.” I squeak, just imaging how Jack would react to this.

“Good.” I can picture the smirk across his face and his dimples sticking out. “I gotta go, but I’ll text you later okay?”

“Okay, see you soon.”

I quickly hang up and my head drops down, smacking the steering wheel hard.

What the hell was I getting myself into?

A mess. A fucking mess that’s bound to end badly.

The vibration of my phone startles me, and I realize it’s a text.

Jack: I miss you.

Confused, I type back wondering if this was actually Jack.

Me: You do?

He responds immediately.

Jack: Duh. Maybe I should give you another shitty grade to get you to come over again.

I burst out into a fit laughter.

Me: HA, then maybe I shouldn’t sleep with my teacher again.

Pulling myself out of the car, I wait for his response.

Jack: Touché

And just like that, my mood went from crappy to happy again because of Jack.

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