Zella {Wattys2015}

HZR

I. Have. Fucked. Up. Brett Anderson was not apart of the deal, he didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it. Yet here he is, sprawled across the bright red, tacky bedsheets of Candace Day's guest room, eyes closed, lips red, body almost completely still, dick high.

Like, really high. As in, he wants me to fuck him high. High as in, he thinks all my flirting with him tonight actually meant something. High as in the Zella Sterling legacy continues.

Because, I mean, let's be honest,when was the last time I went out somewhere and didn't leave a thousand hardened boys behind?

When Liam Bakers Tom Sawyer looking ass told me to go upstairs and "Look for the door that's, like, the almost last one bruh. The door after that bathroom" I shouldn't have actually listened to him. In fact, I knew then that I should have rolled my eyes and went back to sipping cheap beer out of the cliché solo cup whose color perfectly matched my nails, (Not coincidentally. Zella Sterling likes to coordinate and I specifically told Cindy, my nail lady, that I wanted "tacky solo cup red" in anticipation for Ryan Jackson's party), while fixing my lipstick and pretending I didn't notice everyone admiring the girls and I. I should have just stayed Zella and continued flirting with boys I had no interest in, white boys with bad hairlines, bad tans, and bad jokes who run around talking obnoxiously loud about trivial things, such as how "ball is life", Meagan Fox's boobs/eyes, and "getting like totally turnt at the party and smoking good weed, just like that one guy in that one movie". Maybe I could've squeezed a few dicks here and there, sent a few looks, made another guy fetch me yet another beer, but I was bored, and there really is nothing I like more than adventure.

So I tore my eyes away from Uma, who was flirting with one of the "ball is life" guys with no hairline. I couldn't quite recall his name, Drew maybe. (Or maybe it was a Justin, Jake, Jim, Chuck, Ryan, or a Shawn. Who knows or even cares really.) And I fixed my hair (alien buns are hard to pull off when your hair is anything that isn't straight, and I have 3b hair), handed my solo cup to a random blonde girl, and walked upstairs pushing past people and walking to the door I knew Liam Baker had been talking about because it was known unofficially as the "hookup room", and strode inside and found Brett Anderson, waiting in bed and apparently waiting for me.

It was a cruel cruel joke, I immediately knew I had the girls and a game of truth or dare last week to blame for this. So that's how I ended up in this position.

"Zella, baby," Ew.

"Um, yeah?" Smooth Zel, real smooth.

"Come on over here baby," Ew. Ew. A thousand times ew. But I walk over anyway.

He sits up and moves to the edge of the bed, then pulls me on him so I'm straddling him. Oh. My. God. He's trying to pull this off, but as more time goes by I can tell that I'm going to be his first. Fuck. I don't do virgins.

Ok, think Zel, wwpd. What would Piper do?

Piper, daughter of a professor and a children's book illustrator, is the supposed to be quiet girl of our group. But whatever. The point is, Piper has a way with guys...well we all do but I mean they fall head over heels for her, and she let's them. She's a fan of no hairline guys, and they're a fan of her. Her stories are always the most entertaining, full of guys with "stank dick" who try to get away with not using any condoms and wake up while she's making her escape the next morning then beg her to stay. People always want more from her, more that she has no interest in giving. I know she would just put up with it and talk about his poor performance later.

Or maybe it should be wwud. What would Uma do? Uma is the resident smart ass of our group. Her father is a neurosurgeon, mother is a lawyer. Uma's gorgeous, like drop dead gorgeous...but I've already got that part down. Uma would use her smarts to somehow lessen the torture.

Think. Think. Think. Lessen the torture? Ok, make it something short...like a lap dance. That, I can do.

All is well until he pushes me down so I'm on my knees, and I know what he wants. Um...ok, enough of this shit.

Wwod. What would Olivia do? Olivia is the resident free spirit of the group. Daughter of an actor and a model, she's bold and not afraid to speak her mind. Impulsive too. For as long as I can remember she's been the one who protects us from bullies...we don't have bullies anymore but she encourages us all to be confident. I don't even have to think about this one, I just trust my instinct.

"Where're you going baby?"

I ignore him and stroll out of the room, fixing my halter top as I go. Yes, that is HZR. How Zella rolls.