* * *

Zach: Of course you have. Everyone has. Never mind. What about Hemlock Grove? Seems like it could get weird.

* * *

Zach: Why in the hell am I bothering you?

* * *

Zach: I’ll leave you alone now.

Shaking my head at his oddness, my fingers hover over the screen, trying to figure out how I want to reply.

“If you aren’t paying attention, scram.”

Zoe’s back to glaring at me. “Sorry, Z. What are we deciding on now?”

She does nothing to hide her disdain, huffing and grabbing at her wild mess of hair. “Up or down?”

“Down. No wait—up!”

“So…up?”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “Down.”

Zoe rolls her eyes and spins back around, attention now focused on her reflection in her vanity mirror.

Me: I have seen ST, but not Hemlock Grove.

* * *

Me: Proposal?

* * *

Me: Let’s watch Hemlock Grove together. Via text.

* * *

Me: Also, I think it’s weird you’re always texting me, BUT, I AM texting back, so I guess that makes me weird too. You’re kind of…fun.

* * *

Zach: Only kind of?

* * *

Me: *rolls eyes* Way to ruin the moment.

* * *

Zach: *I* ruined the moment? You’re the one who lied.

* * *

Me: Point out my lie.

* * *

Zach: KIND OF. Like we both don’t know how remarkable I am.

* * *

Me: You’re very full of yourself.

* * *

Zach: Or confident. Take your pick.

* * *

Me: Why am I still talking to you?

* * *

Zach: Because we’re going to binge Hemlock Grove together?

* * *

Me: Give me thirty and we’re on.

* * *

Me: WAIT. What are you ordering to eat? Let’s be real losers and eat the same thing.

* * *

Zach: *groans* Do we HAVE to?

* * *

Zach: I’m ordering Chinese.

* * *

Me: Nah. Let’s get wings.

* * *

Zach: Fine. Wings it is.

* * *

Me: *whispers* What kind are you getting?

* * *

Zach: WE ARE NOT GETTING THE SAME FLAVOR. We aren’t THAT pathetic.

* * *

Me: Fine, but just so you know, I’m pouting.

“So, what are you doing tonight?” Zoe asks as she’s applying some kind of fancy makeup all over her face. I have no idea what it is because makeup isn’t my thing, but damn does that girl know how to apply it.

I can feel my smile and I know Zoe sees it before I can catch it.

“Why are you smiling? What’s going on? What are your plans for the night?”

“Um…I think I’ll watch Netflix and order food.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widen. “Oh! You’re going to ‘Netflix and chill’ with yourself, huh? You naughty girl, you.”

“Zoe! I am not going to masturbate and watch Netflix—not that there is anything wrong with that, I’m just not doing it. Why in the hell would you think I am?”

She shrugs. “Your smile. I don’t know. It’s…secretive, and that’s the only secretive thing I could think of. Sorry, sex on the brain right now. I mean, I am going on a date with Shep.”

“The Shep.”

“Yes, the Shep.” She sighs, and it’s wistful, which is unlike Zoe.

I won’t lie, my best friend is known for being a heartbreaker. She’s a love ’em and leave ’em type of girl, never lets anyone too close before she’s moving on to the next guy, and that’s okay. That’s her thing.

If there was a male equivalent to Zoe, it would be Shep, and they both know it.

But the fact that she’s so worried about what she’s wearing, the dreamy sighs, the shaking I catch in her hands as she applies the last of her makeup tells me something is different about this date. She’s nervous, and Zoe doesn’t get nervous.

I’ve met Shep a few times through Caleb, and he’s always been decent—way too cocky, but decent. That said, I have seen the way he flings girls around and have witnessed him getting slapped a few times. He just grins and moves on to the next girl. I always thought it was a bit…sleazy, the way he acted about it.

“Hey, Zoe?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll be careful with Shep, right? He kind of has a reputation…”

A booming laugh fills the room. “Delia, I have a reputation. I’ll be fine.” She stands and spritzes herself with perfume.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Now, stop worrying about me and wish me luck. Shep should be here”—a knock sounds at the door—“well, now.” She quickly slides her feet into the cutest booties and blows me an air kiss. “Gotta run, babe! Have fun tonight!”

I sit there and listen as she greets Shep at the door. Even from the bedroom, I can hear the nerves in her voice. What surprises me is the shakiness I hear in Shep’s voice too.

Maybe this will turn out okay.

My phone buzzes and I read the message on the screen.

Zach: I’m ordering my wings now. You have twenty minutes to get your shit together, woman.

* * *

Me: You just lost so many cool points by calling me “woman”.

* * *

Zach: That’s okay. I’m sure I was way ahead of the game anyway.

Me: What in the hell is going on?! That rich kid is a CREEPER. I don’t trust him.

* * *

Me: That other kid, the wolfy dude, he’s the one we need to trust.

* * *

Me: ZACH

* * *

Zach: SHHHH! I’m watching this shitshow unfold!

* * *

Me: But I need you.

* * *

Zach: Oh, you NEED me, huh? *does that sexy eyebrow thing*

* * *

Me: There is literally nothing sexy about “that eyebrow thing”.

* * *

Zach: But you knew exactly what I was talking about, didn’t you? Bet you even did it yourself.

* * *

Me: Shut up.

* * *

Me: Watch the show.

* * *

Zach: Pause in one…two…

* * *

Me: Why are we pausing?

* * *

Zach: Food’s here.

* * *

Me: What! Mine isn’t here yet.

* * *

Zach: Should have ordered sooner.

* * *

Zach: Also, NO, I will NOT wait for you. I like my wings hot, thank you.

* * *

Me: You’re mean. You didn’t tell me you were mean.

* * *

Zach: And ruin the surprise? Never!

* * *

Zach: One…two…

* * *

Me: PAUSE!

A thunderous series of knocks sounds at the door and I about jump out of my skin. With the show paused, the apartment is silent, making the interruption seem even louder.

“Coming!” I yell to the delivery guy on the other side.

I grab my wallet—still a little peeved about having my cash stolen, yet thankful my real wallet wasn’t—and pull out enough to cover the bill and a tip.

I swing the door open to find a nervous high school student on the other side.

“D-Deli-uh? Dee-lia?”

I try hard not to laugh. “It’s Delia, like ‘I’ll deal ya the cards.’ But, yes, that’s me.”

“I have a medium order of Thai chili boneless wings with fries.”

“Yep, sounds right.”

“Great.” He pulls them from his thermal delivery bag and hands them over. “Well, here ya go. Have a great night, Deli-uh.”

“Wait! Don’t I need to pay you?”

“Oh, no. That’s been taken care of already, miss.”

“It has? By whom?”

“Uh, um…it was…” He fishes around in his pockets for something, eventually pulling out a folded slip of paper. “I almost forgot—this is for you.”

I take the note, surprised. “Oh, okay. Well, um…thank you I guess. Let me grab you a tip.”

“That’s been taken care of as well.”

“Seriously? Well, screw it. You’re getting another.” I reach into my wallet and pull out the first bill I find, shoving a ten at him. “Thanks kid.”

I close the door with a quick slam, set my food down, and rip open the note.

* * *

Friends don’t let friends binge and starve.

ZACK WITH A H

Zach

* * *

I grab my phone, not hesitating to hit the green button next to Zach’s name.

“I assume you received my gift, Delia.”

“You bought me dinner? What the hell, Zach?”

“A ‘thank you’ is sufficient.”

If only I could reach through this phone right now… “Thank you, but what the hell! How did you even know where I ordered from?” I gasp, realizing something. “Wait…how do you know where I live? Are you a creepy stalker? Was this whole ‘wrong number’ thing a fake-out so you can creep on me?”

“Okay, first, calm down. Second, all I know is that we live close-ish. I don’t know your exact address, but the wing place does.” I can practically hear the smile in his voice. “Third, I called around a few different wing places that were near Lola’s. You had mentioned you were within walking distance of there, so I asked if you had placed an order. Wing Spot was very accommodating, by the way. Said the gesture was…what did they call it? Ah, yes—romantic.”

I’m floored.