Zander Silva- A famous Hockey player, also the guy every girl wants. He has the looks, soft, dirty blonde hair, sharp jawline, 6'3, everything. Yet, there's something no one knows about him...
Andy Matthew- A boy that drowns himself with sleep. You...
I cannot believe I just came in front of Zander! He must think horrible about me now.
I don't remember falling asleep only that I did. Me and Zander were in my room with game cards on the floor. I was on top of Zander, him under me. I quickly got off, not knowing he was already awake.
"Good morning, sunshine." A croaky voice greeted me. I looked at Zander to find him. Already looking at me. "Good morning!" I smiled.
He pulled me closer to him by my waist, giving me a smile. "Your glasses," he reminded me. "What about them?" I mumbled, drawing patterns on his chest. "You can't see." I guess I told him that last night.
"Partly. It's all blurry and sometimes It just blacks out," I shrugged, placing my head on his chest. I didn't know where that came from, but I'm guessing last night we got closer somehow. He hummed, grabbing my glasses. "I also use eye contacts," I smiled at him, lifting up my head.
He smiled back at me, sliding the glasses onto my face. "I think you look better with glasses." I blushed, placing my head back down. "I wanna sleep," I told him, grabbing his waist. "You have to get up. I have something planned," he shoved me off of him. "But sleep!" I whined gripping the covers over my body. "But my plans!" He pouted, yanking the duvet off of me.
"It's cold!" He rolled his eyes, grabbing my ankles, pulling me until I reached the end of the bed. "I need sleep to function right or all you're going to here is gibberish!" I grabbed the cover, pulling on it. "No matter the language, I would want to hear you talk all day," he smirked, catching me off guard. He picked me up, throwing my over his shoulder.
Zander put me down when we were in the bathroom. He left, not closing the door behind him. I did what I needed to do, expect taking a shower.
I came out of the bathroom, choosing some clothes. I stripped as I got into the shower.
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"You look nice," Zander grinned. I blushed, mumbling a thank you. "I'm also sorry about... last night" I murmured. He shook his head, hugging me. "It's fine, if anything it was my fault for being so loud," Zander chuckled.
"No, it's my fault that- yeah, no, it was your fault," I laughed. He rolled his eyes. "Not my words," I put my hands up in defense, chuckling.
"What about your clothes?" I asked him, pointing to the clothes. "I'll go by my house," he shrugged. I nodded, laying down on the bed.
"Get up, big boy," I whined, shaking my head. "At least join me!" I pouted, holding my hands up. He grumbled something before putting his body weight on me, Zander's head on my chest, hands going around my waist.
"You're not getting out of this that easily," Zander smirked before rolling around, me now sitting onto of him. I sat up, hitting his stomach. "Nooo!" I pouted. He laughed, grasping my butt before making patterns on my waist, making me blush.
He also sat up, placing his hands under my butt as he stood up, walking to the living room. I saw bottles of alcoholic drinks. That's why I couldn't remember anything... I'm a light head so it must've had a sip of Sex On the Beach and got drunk. The drink doesn't really make you have a hangover, so I'm glad about that part.
Zander opened the door, closing it behind him. He lead me to a black, shiny car. It look expensive, but I was bad with cars so I wouldn't know, maybe I could ask Ezra? She literally studies cars.
He opened the door for me, placing me in the sit, putting the seatbelt on for me. " I could've done that.." I whispered. "Where's the fun in that?"
He started the car, driving to some flower field. My eyes burned with tears as memories of her came back like I was getting hit like a truck, yet I didn't let them fall. I didn't want him to see me as weak.
He grabbed my hand, stopping the car. "Do you trust me?" He asked me. I know we had just met like three days ago, but I had all the trust in the world in him.
"You're super hot and my dream man- not that it matters, but yeah, I trust you," he chuckled at the first part. I saw him pulling a blindfolded out of pocket. He took off my glasses, putting on the blindfold on me. He opened his car door, then opened mine. I smiled at that.
"This way," he grabbed my hand, telling me where to go. I felt the flowers on my ankles, the smell came into my nose, making me smile even brighter. It was perfect for whatever he was planning; it was sunny, no clouds in sight, not to hot or to cold, honestly just amazing weather.
We stopped. He slowly took the blindfold off. My eyes winded at the sight.
