Nothing to Worry About

Technically though Seth was right. Dean, my ex boyfriend, told me to never tell anyone….or else.

But at the same time I wanted to sing to Seth exactly what is wrong. He showing that he cares for me made my feelings for him grow stronger.

If only he was like that all the time, but that is never the case is it? Having a perfected best guy friend just sitting for the taking? Nope.

As I sat on the wall staring back at Seth my phone vibrated. It was Dea, of course:

Hey sugar! How are you? I bet you look beautiful as always.

I let out a sigh of affection at Dean’s words. He could be so sweet sometimes.

Too bad he isn’t like that all the time either.

I stared Seth dead in the eye, “Seth, relax. There is nothing you need to worry about.” After all, I’m not telling him, so I don’t have to worry about the or else.

I texted Dean back:

Btw, I can prolly hang out tonite.

The only thing I need to worry about is the new bruises I’ll get tonight.

The End

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