A/N: so this is a Zaddie. And incredibly short, but if I get any reviews asking me to continue I will. Otherwise it'll just be another sad lil one shot to add to my pathetic collection. Lol.
Ok so this was completely new. Oh wait no it wasn't. It was the same story I heard from him again and again and again and… you get my point.
"Maddie you have no idea how amazing this girl is. She speaks seven different languages and oh my god you should see her legs! She has the most amazing legs…" He continued to rant, but I wasn't really listening. Zack often regaled me with stories of his latest girlfriend. If I was going to sit through yet another love fest without vomiting I was not going to be able to listen to closely.
You see I didn't care about his latest love interest or any of his previous ones. I didn't care if she had red hair and loved to wear denim mini skirts with cowboy boots and hat. I didn't care if she was brunette and studying at the local university to become a doctor. I didn't care if she had dyed her hair five different colors and listened to Pink Floyd twelve hours a day. I didn't care what she was like because I already knew what she was not like. She was not a blonde, blue collar, former candy counter girl. That would be the only girl I would care to know about his interest in. Simultaneously she would be the only girl that he would never consider again: me.