During evening study hall, the power suddenly went out. Zephyr leaned in and kissed me, his hand sliding under my shirt and around my waist.
I blushed with embarrassment yet secretly felt thrilled, believing my seemingly hopeless crush had finally turned into something real.
That is, until I overheard his conversation with friends at his house later that week:
"So you got to second base? How was Little Miss Honor Roll?"
Zephyr's laugh had a calculating edge to it.
"She's hot enough for a good time, but for something serious? I'm still after someone pure like Katherine from the cheer squad."
Zephyr's words hit me like a bucket of ice water on a warm spring day.
My racing heart instantly froze, leaving me mortified and completely lost.
At Zephyr's house, his friends burst into laughter:
"Damn, bro! The nerdy chick is stacked as hell. You closing tonight, Zeph?" Tyler hooted.
"You better spill all the dirty details after you tap that," Mason chimed in. "That body? Should be on OnlyFans, for real."
Zephyr smirked and fired back:
"Screw off! What am I, your personal porn supplier?"
Then they must have spotted something on his phone because they started whistling and high-fiving:
"Holy shit, Zeph, is this what you got for Miss Straight-A's?"
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