L I A M
Zac woke up the next morning, looking like he had been run over by a truck.
"You alright, man?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
He groaned. "Yeah. Just had a hard time falling asleep last night. I kept thinking about what Emily said. About Rowan. Do you think she was right?"
I didn't want to get his hopes up. I knew firsthand how hard it was to tell someone you liked them.
"I don't know, Zac. It's not my place to say," I said, hoping my voice didn't betray the doubt in my heart.
"I know," he sighed. "But I can't stop thinking about it. Every time I look at him, I think 'What if?' What if she's right? What if he does feel the same way? Wouldn't that change everything?"
"Maybe," I said, carefully. "But it's not worth worrying about until you know for sure. You'll drive yourself
