Sweet influence

Chapter 15: Green apple alcohol

✿Maybellen✿
We sadly had to go back to the Sniper's building but at least our room was decorated. I bounced flat on our bed and wrapped myself in a blanket.

Diego walks in and he is holding some drinks. Why is he here?

I quickly grabbed the pillows and covered my body with it.

"Wanna drink?" Diego proposed to Zach.

Zach looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Whatever you want, make it quick" he stated as he wiped his back with a towel.

They both sat on the gray couch in the corner of our room and started sipping. I unwrapped myself out of the blanket and rolled over to the floor.

Ouch.

I quickly got up, fixing my sweatpants and avoiding eye contact with Diego. I can feel him staring at me. I feel like I'm exposing my body with these clothes on.

Zach ignores me as he exhales, clenching his jaw, and drinks halfway of his alcohol.

"Can I try some this time?" I curiously asked Zach.

"No," he answered as he put his hand on the couch handle.

"Why not!" I whined while I pulled my arms in my hoodie.

"Look at you right now, you're too..." he complained but didn't finish his sentence.

To what? Sexy?

"Diego, can I have a bottle please?" I kindly asked him.

Diego looked at Zach and he glared at him. He grabbed the alcohol and passed it to me.

"Didn't I fucking say you couldn't have any?" He sneered, raising his back up.

I opened the bottle and jugged it. I winced and I closed my eyes while swallowing it.

It's pretty good. I gulped the green apple alcohol and kept drinking it until it was finished.

"What the fuck," Diego laughed.

"Give me another bottle," I asked, wiping my mouth with my hoodie sleeve.

Well, Zachary's hoodie but like I said, his hoodies are my hoodies.

I walked over to the bottles of alcohol and Zach quickly put his down on the floor and rushed to me.

"That's enough for you for at least 3 months." He grumbled, put his arm around my chest, and pulled me back.

"Hey! I'm 17, I can handle this." I barked at him.

He sighed and gave me 1 bottle.

I clapped my hands and smiled while sipping on the drink.

"I'm going to go to my father really quick, Maybellen let's go," He told me.

"No, she stays here," Diego quickly said.

"Fuck no," Zach responded and he grabbed my hand.

"Stay here or else," Diego warns him.

They glare at each other and Zach clicks his tongue. Zach lets go of my hand and gives me a small bottle of pepper spray from his jacket pocket.

"I'll be right back principessa," he uttered and kissed my forehead.

Zach marches out of the room and I move to the corner of the room avoiding eye contact with Diego. Diego quickly gives me 2 more bottles.

"Hurry up and drink them before Zach comes back." He whispered as he smirked.