He looked around at the empty classroom.
“Does no one else need help?”
“I don’t know. Mr. Sharpe said there were a few people who needed help, but didn’t tell me which ones. Maybe they were just busy today.”
My phone dinged from the front of the room. After getting another creepy text, I was almost terrified to look. Picking it up, I smiled when it was from Lizzy.
L: O-My-Freaking-God!!!! That hot guy from Wayward is following me. What do I do?
Rory was back to work when I looked up. I was sure he could think of a few things for them to do.
R: Which hot guy?
I smirked. Hmm, maybe I should become a matchmaker. This was kind of fun.
L: The guy from the library?
R: I’m in the library a lot. You are going to have to be more specific.
I bit my lip and held in a laugh while picturing Lizzy frustrated. The little bubbles came and went, and then suddenly a photo appeared from Rory’s socials. He was smiling and looked oh so very sexy, with no shirt on, as he leaned against his car.
R: Oh…that hottie.
L: Yes! That hottie. What do I do?
R: Follow him back?
L: I can’t do that.
R: Why?
L: Cause…cause, I’m…
R: You’re??? And don’t say pregnant. It’s pretty clear from your posts, so it’s not like that deterred him from following you.
L: …did you have something to do with this?
R: Are you suggesting that I forced him to follow you?
L: Okay, that does sound ridiculous.
L: But did you?
R: No, I did not, but I may have shown him where to follow you.
L: Boo!!! Why? Why would you do that to me?
I looked up at Rory, who was busy writing away.
R: What do you mean?
L: You know what I mean. Please tell me you didn’t pay him.
What?
R: No, I didn’t pay him. Why are you freaking out? I thought you might be excited, but you seem legit freaked out.
L: Because I want someone to like me, not pity me or feel they have to follow me or see me like this.