Chapter Sixteen: Beauty

Zach looked up from his dufflebag, pausing his sifting for just long enough to throw me that mother-fucking grin. "My, my," he mused, standing upright and crossing his arms over his chest. "It must be kismet, how we keep bumping into each other like this."

I only stood there, dumbfounded and incredulous. "You fucking planned this!"

Zach raised a brow. "Oh, you think I planned this? Why the fuck would I plan for us to be in the same room?"

I threw my hands up in frustration. "I don't know! How am I supposed to know how your twisted brain works?"

He rolled his neck and let out an exaggerated sigh, feigning mock disappointment at not being able to rile me up a bit more. He finally managed to pry his gaze away for a few moments, glancing around at the room as he did. "So, do the councelors always put two people of the opposite gender sharing a room, or should I start feeling flattered?" He asked, turning his gaze towards me, a raised eyebrow, and that fucking grin ghosting his lips.

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