Chapter 8

Chad lifted his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. If that’s what you want, you got it.” He got out of my way. “So no calls, texts, or sending me nudes, I’m guessing?” 

Now that he was out of my way, I walked past him and held onto my tote bag. I nodded. “Yeah. None of those things. At least not until I’m ready to, uh, be together with you again.” I forced the words out. 

He clicked his tongue and stared at me for a few seconds before agreeing. “Okay, no problem.” He sniffled dryly. “I’m only doing this because I love you, I hope you know that.” He walked close to me. 

“Thank you,” I replied calmly. 

He stood not too far from me and stared into my eyes. For a second, he squinted his eyes in suspicion. “You—you look different,” He mumbled and my heart skipped a beat. “Your eyes. Are you wearing colored contacts?” 

“Wh–what do you mean?” I stuttered in nervousness as I looked away from him. “I’m not wearing colored contacts. It’s my actual