Chapter Twelve

"Hey, pancakes."

I smile at my phone as I read the text on display.

Of course it's Matt, the only person I know on the face of earth with an aversion to pancakes.

Like, how can you not like pancakes?

Who dosen't?

Nobody, except him.

He literally hates the thing and when I raised a campaign on how that's like the best breakfast ever, especially when dripping with syrup, he took to calling me 'pancakes'.

Over the past couple of days, since the day he dropped me off, I've kinda kept in touch with him, turns out he's really a cool person.

If only I wasn't already so taken by the one guy that barely acknowledges the fact that I'm female and not a dude, i could easily fall for him.

"Miss me already, do you?" I text back, falling into bed with a goofy smile on my face.

"Haa, you wish."

Maybe I do.

It'd be nice to know that someone actually pays me a thought every once in a while.

The buzzing of my ri