Page 110 of Zero Chance

“No.”

I groaned.“Come on, Waves.Open the door.I can fixallof this.”

“Go away.In case you’re incapable of reading social cues, the fact that I’m in here right now means I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”

Sighing, I admitted, “Yeah.I got that.”Backing toward the sinks, I leaned against one and crossed my arms moodily.“But you’re upset.AndIupset you.So I need to fix it.”

“No.You need to leave.Right now.”

“Can’t.Sorry.”I turned the water in the sink on, then off, then on again to keep myself busy.“Not when you’re hurting like this and thinking a bunch of false shit about me.”

“What the hell are you doing?”she demanded, hearing my water game.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, turning the water off and facing the stall.“Just passing the time until you come out.”

“Oh my God,” she groaned.“Please.Just go away.”

“Oh my God,” I countered.“Please.Just open the door and give me five minutes.I’m telling you, I can makeeverythingbetter.I swear I can.”

She scoffed.“Why don’t you just blast the doors open with your freaky mind powers if you want in so badly?”

I paused, blinking in surprise before I snorted out a laugh.“Isthatwhat you think happened in the library?You thinkIdid that?”

She sounded less certain when she asked, “Didn’t you?”

“No.Not at all.”

“So the books just flew off the shelves on their own and tried to attack me…right whenyouwere mad?”

“No, of course not.ButIdidn’t do it.”Pushing away from the sink, I returned to the stall and thumped my forehead against the door.“I can explain whatdid, though.I can explain everything.Just return to the library with me and?—”

“Oh, you’re insane if you think I’m ever going back there again.”

“Whatever.”I stepped back to lift my eyebrows knowingly.“Youhaveto go back.You work there.”

“I just quit.”

“Waverly—”

“Leave mealone.”Her voice broke.“You made it abundantly clear what you think of me.I don’t know why you’re even here now or care if I’m upset.”

“I care because you’re myfriend.So obviously I didn’t makeanythingclear at all,” I argued.“Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in here crying right now.”

“I’m not crying,” she sobbed.

I grinned, thinking she was completely adorable until the following sniffle made me remember she was upset because of me.

Sobering, I begged, “Waverly, please.”

“Leave me the fuck alone,” she ground out.

“I can’t,” I told her, actually feeling regretful about that.“I seriously cannot leave you while you’re upset like this.I’m sorry.I just—I can’t do it.”

When she huffed out a sound of disagreement, I threw up my hands, exasperated.“Jesus.This is ridiculous.I’m not talking to you through a fucking bathroom door.If you don’t come out, I’m coming in.”

She remained silent, so I growled, “Fine.Have it your way.”

After filling my cheeks with air, I backed up a step and considered the best way to get in.And it had to be by going under.

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