I blame his jeans being stuffed in my face while I slept. Yes, I’m that big of a fool to sleep with them like a teddy bear.Stretching out on the bed, I pick up my phone, which is blinking at me with about twenty messages.The first few are from Keira, asking me if I hooked up with Levi yesterday since she couldn’t get a hold of me. Then—speak of the devil—there’s about ten from Levi, who’s carrying on a conversation with himself apparently, because I didn’t text back.The last message scrolls up, which I assume is Levi again, but my stomach lurches when I see Zak’s name.Thanks.Oh boy. I can’t tell if I’m happy or sad or angry or frustrated or relieved or guilty. I’m torn so many places I can’t put my head on straight.What have I done? It’s okay for me to have nerdy fantasies. But he can’t latch onto me. I’m no good for him.I set my phone back on the nightstand without replying and chuck Zak’s jeans across the room, pissed at myself for letting my guard down.
