Free End Game by Tabatha Wenzel Page A

matter of a split second, all of my fantasies seemed
real. I never imaged it in a coffee shop, and Zane getting up to
leave after he said it, but shit, I will take it.
    “Thank you, but you don’t have to say that
just to get your cheesy hash browns,” I said, as I stood up next to
Zane.
    Zane then hugged me and said, “I know that,
Hannah, and I’m not saying that just to be nice. I’m being
honest.”
    Zane then leaned in, kissed me on the cheek,
and I swear he whispered, “End game.” I think I just heard him say
it again.
    “What?”
    “Nothing. I will explain it some day,” he
said in a hurry.
    “Okay…well bye Zane. I guess I will see you
tomorrow,” I said, still very confused.
    Zane walked out of the coffee shop and waved
to me as he walked out the door. This was the weirdest afternoon I
have ever had with him. I don’t know if it is wishful thinking or
what, but Zane seems different towards me. I am almost positive it
is nothing but wishful thinking and my mind playing tricks on
me.
    I heard the bell, over the door, again, and
looked up to see Rayanne walk in for her shift.
    “Thank God you are here Ray. I just had the
weirdest conversation with Zane, and I don’t have time to think
about it because I have to go on this date with Jason,” I blurted
out, in a panic.
    Rayanne came up to me and grabbed my arms,
“Girl, relax! You are freaking out right now. I only got about half
of what you actually said because you were talking so fast.”
    “I know, but I think I am rethinking my date
with Jason. I mean, he is super cute and all, and I guess he’s a
great kisser, but I have nothing to compare it to. He could
actually be a horrible kisser and I don’t know it. What if all he
does is teach me to be a horrible kisser?”
    “Hannah! Okay, first, from what I hear, you
have nothing to worry about his kissing ability, because it sounds
top notch. And second, I think you need to do what feels good and
right to you.”
    “That does not help me Ray. I was looking for
you to tell me what to do. I mean, I guess he is a good kisser, and
I could do worse. Right?”
    I started freaking out on the inside. Is what
I’m doing slutty and mean? I am basically using Jason.
    “Ray…am I a slut?” I blurted out. People in
the shop started staring at me. Then, Rayanne busted out
laughing.
    “No, Hannah, you are not a slut. If you are a
slut, then there is no name for what I am.”
    I smiled at that, because even though she is
more experienced than I am, I would never call Rayanne a slut.
    “Thanks Ray. Guess I will go get ready for my
date then. Please wait up for me, so I can talk to you.”
    I hugged Rayanne and walked out of the coffee
shop. As I turned the corner, I ran straight into Collin.
    “Hey, Hannah! I was hoping to run into you. I
was wondering if Ray has said anything about me at all.”
    “Not really, but if I can be honest, I know
that she still has feelings for you.”
    “How can I get her to talk to me? I have to
talk to her.”
    “Let me worry about that. Give me your
number.” I hand Collin my phone and he saves his number on it.
    “I will call you as soon as I have a concrete
idea of how to get this fixed between you. It’s going to take some
work, but we will figure this out.”
    Collin nods his head at me and says, “Zane
was right about you. He said that you were incredible, and he is
right.”
    “Okay…thanks…I think. I will talk to you
later. Bye.” I didn’t even know how to respond to that, but all I
can think about now is how I need to get ready for my date. I am so
not looking forward to this.

Chapter Twelve
    It is three hours later, and I am sitting across from
Jason, at Cheesecake Factory, just praying for him to be done
eating. I really want to just get back to my apartment and let him
have his PG-13 way with me, and just stop talking. He cares about
the stupidest, most ridiculous things in the world. I mean, him
talking about sports I would completely understand,