Zebulon had called her many times and, seeing she hadn't answered, had sent a flurry of texts.
[Naomi, what are you playing at now? I just forgot to tell you, that's all. It was something important, why can't you be more understanding?]
[Call me back right now. You don't want your parents to find out you're being two-faced, do you?]
[Naomi, my patience has its limits. If you keep this up, I can't guarantee we can go back to how things were.]
[Naomi!]
His messages grew angrier, full of threats, but the last few suddenly sounded like they were from a different person.
[Okay, I know I was in the wrong today. I'm sorry, Naomi. Please don't ignore me.]
[What do you want to eat tonight? I can buy you your favorite food to make it up to you. Please talk to me, Naomi...]
[Come on, Naomi, don't be mad...]
Naomi stared at the messages, completely baffled.
Had someone stolen Zebulon’s phone?
The last few texts were nothing like something Zebulon would ever say.
But what kind of thief steals a phone and then helps the owner placate his girlfriend?
“What’s wrong? Is your friend coming down?”
Seeing Naomi hadn't made a move, Lennon asked.
Naomi snapped back to reality and quickly sent a message to Patricia.
Patricia was clearly bored, because she replied instantly.
[Ahhh, you're finally back! I was about to die of boredom!]
Back in their dorm room, she grabbed Naomi’s hand, fishing for gossip. “Is there really no chance between you and Mr. Spencer?”
Naomi: ?
A strange feeling fluttered inside her. Swallowing her shyness, Naomi asked, “Why are you suddenly asking that?”
Patricia paced around the room, her face glowing with the excitement of a shipper who's found her OTP. “I just think he's amazing, and he's a perfect match for you! Haven't you noticed the special chemistry between you two? At dinner, you barely said anything, but he seemed to know exactly what you liked. If that’s not love, then tell me what is!”
Naomi's eyes widened, her ears burning as her gaze darted around the room. “D-don't be ridiculous!”
She had never considered the possibility before, but now that Patricia mentioned it, she suddenly felt a strange sense of unease.
Seeing Naomi's reaction, Patricia pounced as if she'd caught her red-handed. “You’re still pretending!”
“Look at you right now—your eyes are shifty, you don't know what to do with your hands, and your face is as red as a tomato! You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself! You like him, so what’s so hard about admitting it?”
“Congratulations, Naomi! You've finally seen the light and got your vision back! I always thought you and Zebulon were a terrible match. It’s obvious now—you should be with someone like Lennon. You're so perfect for each other! And I'd bet anything that Lennon likes you too!”

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