Addicted

Chapter 18.

Zari and I usually have very little to nothing to talk about. She's a nice woman, very polite and kind and funny but there was a certain edge about her that made her seem a little hard to know.

I was determined to get to know her, so I ask her questions.

What's your favourite colour? Why is it your favourite? Favourite food? Least favourite food? Favourite place to go? When did you start working here?

Majority of the time it would be a one worded response or a shrug, but today she flourished.

"So, you and Zac, huh?" she beamed.

I crinkled my nose in response, still floored by her enthusiasm.

"Are you a thing?" she asked. Her naturally, luxurious hair was in space buns today and she wore gold hoop earrings. Her purple winter dress hugged every curve she possesses, and I wanted to faint from the sight of her alone.

"You look very nice," I say not only wanting to complement her, but to also change the subject.

"I know," she says, and I laugh. "So, tell me the goss please."

I put down my coffee and start putting the order of books we received this morning away, helping a customer along the way before turning around and seeing that she was on my tail.

"There's really nothing to tell," I say to her and ask for the price of a book a customer wanted, take his money and wish he had a great day. When I turn around Zari is gone, and I give out a silent plea to the universe. Perhaps, she won't bother me for the rest of the shift.

"Spill!" She says when I walk around the corner and I squeal, and we laugh.

"You scared the shit out of me."

"Too bad I can't scare the gossip out of you," she smirks.

"If I tell you, will it get you off my back," I say with a smirk.

"Definitely," she says.

"Okay well, what do you want to know?" I say with my hands on my hips. I smile at a nearby customer.

"What's happening?" she asks. "Between the two of you?"

"Honestly, I'm not entirely sure myself," I sip the rest of my coffee. "But I'm just enjoying it while I can," I shrug.

"That's cute."

"Hmm," I smile to myself, remembering our blissful morning out. I wanted to ask him what we were exactly. Does he classify me as his girlfriend, only his friends with benefits? Whatever it was, I enjoyed it, and I think I would be too scared about what he would say if I did ask. Whatever we are, we were something and for me that was enough.

That itching feeling peeled its way from the back of my chest to the front. The feeling of dread washing over me every time I think about how happy I am around him. He made me happy, for the first time in such a long time.

"So, how's Emmett?" Zari asks.

"You know Emmett?" I asked.

"Possibly," She says, acting coy.

I squint my eyes at her, looking through her charade.

"You like Emmett," I state. She looks away, placing a book on the shelf.

"Hah no," She says, but she is smirking, and her eyes run back and forth.

"Oh my gosh, you like Emmett," I laughed. It was perfectly obvious. Her bronzed skin flared on her cheeks.

"Shut up," she pushed my shoulder and I chuckled, quickly stepping away before she could push me again.

Owen came down the stairs then, he wore a blue button up shirt and black slacks.