Justin had a curse: he always did the dumbest things when he panicked. So when Emily, the love of his life, asked him who he liked he described Alexa. Who he had absolutely no interest in. Who probably would hit him if she found out he had used her as a shield. Who he needed to come clean to because Emily wanted to meet her.
With a groan he sent her a text message. 'Hey, are you back from the holiday yet?'
She replied a few minutes later. 'I never left. What's up?'
'I'm not allowed to want to treat a friend to coffee?'
'Suspicious, but I'll bite. Does 2 work?'
So at 2 PM he found himself sitting across from an ice cold art student as he tried to explain himself. Her glare could practically freeze a lake.
"You told her—the girl you tried to forget all summer by making my game—that you liked me because you panicked?"
