The Games Bad Boys Play

Prologue

"What are you doing, do you know how hard it is to tell you how I feel? And you run out on me. What the fuck Zoey," Zayne asked out of breath from chasing her. "Where were you going anyway, we are stuck in the middle of nowhere, so tell me where on god's green earth are you going," Zayne kept asking. Wanting to know why she couldn't see he loved her. "Zayne, I don't believe anything you're saying. You fucked my best friend while you were wining and dining me. Now you're telling me how much you fucking care about me right now. Seriously, Fuck you Zayne. I can't wait until it stops snowing so I can go home and forget you and this damn trip." Zoey yelled at him in a harsh voice. "Just answer this one question, did you mean what you said the night you made love to me and took my virginity, did you mean it when you said you loved me or was I just another conquest to you," Zoey yelled while tears came out her eyes and down her face.

Zayne just looked at her not wanting to tell her the truth. "That's what I thought. Stay the hell away from me Zayne I mean it." Zoey said going back into the cabin with her friends. While her ex best friend had a big smile on her face like she was happy Zoey was about to lose her relationship with Zayne. Zayne's friends on the other hand felt bad about their friend losing the prefect girl for him. She passed everyone and went straight to her room which she shared with Zayne and locked the door. How did I ever think that I could change a fuck boy she thought to herself. She got on her phone looking up possible ways to get out of there. But unfortunately, there wasn't any. So, she sat on the bed and decided to go to Instagram, instantly the picture of her and Zayne at the snowball fight earlier that day popped up. She felt played and stupid all at the same time. But she kept looking through the pictures she posted of them as she cried. I pray all of our fun times wasn't just a game to him. she thought as she moved to her photo album in her phone.

When she heard the sound of the window opening. She got her mase because she didn't know who it was. As she made her way to the window. A leg came in, she went to slam the widow closed when someone yelled, "It's me, you locked the door, so I came in this way" Zayne said fast because he seen she was holding mase and was still mad at him. Sneaking in was the best thing he thought because he knew she wouldn't talk to him anywhere else. "Why are you here, you didn't get what the hell I said. I don't want you anywhere around me," she told him. "Zoey, it's not like that anymore I really have feelings for you, and I want to be with you. You have to believe me," Zayne said pleading with her. "What the fuck, I don't have to do anything, not with you not anymore. And you're not sleeping in here, so get your cover and sleep on the fucking couch," Zoey said wanting to mase his ass. "Fuck that shit, I will sleep on the floor in here, but I am not sleeping on no one's couch, plus this my parents' cabin. I did all this for you, and this is what I get. I could've fucked you and ducked you like all the other bitches. But I didn't, I fell in love with you. How or why, I don't know but I did. I love you Zoey Elizabeth Taylor and there's nothing I can do about it. I tried to push my feelings for you away, but they just kept coming back. Look it's obvious you don't believe me or want me so I will make sure when the snow clears to take you home and go back to Tree Hill. I'm going to sleep I'm tired of defending myself. I told you how I feel, now the ball is in your court." Zayne said as he laid on the carpet after he went to his closet and got his quilt he slept under whenever something made him sad as a kid and extra pillow then lead on the carpet to sad and upset to sleep. So, he stayed up all night thinking of how he fucked up with the only girl since freshmen year of high school he cared for.

Zoey laid in the bed with everything he said running through her head. Should she believe him or not? Was he just running more fuck boy game on her or was he truly genuine when he said he loved her. Because to be honest she loved him too. He was her first and she couldn't take that back. What should she do? She thought to herself as she went to sleep with everything on her mind. As I was zoned out thinking about Zoey and all the things, we been through together I finally came back to reality. I can't believe those where her last words to me. How could I be so stupid? How could I let a bet fuck me from having the best thing that ever happened to me? Let me take you back to the beginning. Before all of this began, when me and my friends made a dysfunctional stupid bet.