Debby.
After spending most of my morning on the precipe of crying with just the lack of privacy holding me back, it was terribly comforting to have Zac right there for me. Terribly because I was supposed to hate—loathe— him. But I'd be lying to myself if I said I did not feel the very opposite for him as I washed off the last bit of hot sauce from my hair.
He was not only the best friend of the person I hated the most, but he fell closely next to that person. At least he used to. Now I was not sure if I still disliked Zac as much as I really wanted to.
The cold shower did more than enough to ease all the emotions building inside me all morning and my burning skin that was now all red and nearly sore from the effect of the mixture.
After washing off, I pulled the grey t-shirt with a
