The Games Bad Boys Play

Real Conversation

After what happened yesterday, I need to evaluate my way of accomplishing my goal with Zoey. Maybe if I could knock some of her walls down, I could get somewhere with her. This is hard for me I haven't put myself out there since I was a freshman in high school. But if that's what I have to do to win. Then game on bitches. I never lose. And I'm about to start now.  I'm fuckin Zayne Alexander and I don't do anything but win no matter what. So, I called my brother the king of fuck boys. To see if he could help me out in this situation. But he didn't answer so I hopped into the shower to get ready for the day. I wonder if I should send a morning text to Zoey. 

When my shower was over, I grabbed my towel and dried myself off. Then wrapped another around my waist just in case the guys came back. I walked to my bed and took my phone off my desk then went to Zoey's number and clicked the text button. "Good morning sexy, how are you feeling this morning?" I texted her not expecting a reply. "Good thanks for asking. Sorry about the fight yesterday, I guess I wasn't over him like I thought. Anyway, I hope you guys don't think I'm a crazy person." She replies. Ok, we have a Dialogue going on now. "So, don't get mad at me but I'm not much of a texter. Can I FaceTime you if it's, ok? I like to know who I'm talking to. Plus, I didn't even think you would answer my text, since you hate me in all," I texted to her. Then my FaceTime call came on my phone. Still in my red towel with all of my tattoos showing on display. I hope she don't think I'm trying to seduce her right now. For once I want to get to know her.

I answered the call. "I don't hate you," she paused. "Why is your shirt off?" She asked. Just what I thought, she thinks of the worst in me. Time to change that. "Well, I just got out of the shower." I laughed as I told her, "I'm not fully naked, much, so get your mind out of the Gutter." I told her with a smile and laughed. "Really," she asked with a curious face. "What are you doing right now?" I asked her. "Nothing, I just woke up," she said with a smile. "Ah, I get it. So, you just wake up like that huh? That's what you chicks say these days with your hair already done with your makeup," I asked her. "One, I'm not a chick I'm a grown-ass woman, ok. And two I do wake up like this." She said to me. I wish she could wake up next to me like that I thought to myself. "Is this our thing we talk to argue or debate everything each other says?" I asked her. "Maybe it is, OK, so what do you want to talk about then? Since you started with a text anyway. When I gave you my number it wasn't for you to use it. But I'm glad you did. You made my mood better. This morning, so thanks." She said with a smile and right then I could see that her walls were starting to come down. And at this point so where mine.

"Tell me about yourself, where were you born, where are you from, your childhood, just you period. I want to know who you are, not the girl that has fifty million walls up." She looked at me crazy. "Don't look at me like that. I know the personality of a person who shuts out everyone, I am that person. So why are you so closed up?" I asked her as she looked away at something and then grabbed her necklace charm that was around her neck. "I'm from California in a city called Burbank. My childhood was a mess. My dad left me and my sister when I was 5 and she was 9. My mom died in a car crash after getting into a fight with me and my sister when I was 16 and she was 20. My Big sister has been taking care of me ever since. She went to a nearby university so she could take care of me. We never really knew our dad he was a drug addict with debt. And my mom got as far away from him as possible. I think that is why my heart is caged up and guarded. You know, you're right; you are easy to talk to. When you're not being a fuck boy," Zoey told him feeling like she could trust him a little. I could relate to her. She has lived my life. She is a better version of me I thought to myself.

"Are you ok? did I just kill the conversation," Zoey asked him. "No, it's just crazy how you lived my life backward," I told her as she looked confused. I laughed and said, "My dad died, and my mom ran away off drugs and debt too. I am raised by my brother too," We were both in awe of each other. "I can honestly say I like where this conversation is going," Zayne said to Zoey. "Me too, you're not the big fuck boy I thought you were. You just probably had a bad influence growing up with friends and the people around you. I guess we both got a fucked-up deal and had to deal however we could deal with it." Zoey said understanding Zayne more clearly now. "Yeah, it didn't help that my first love cheated on me with one of my ex-best friends either. That just put the icing on the cake," Zayne told her. "Yeah, I know what you mean," she said as they both started laughing. Zayne forgot that he was in a towel because their conversation was getting good. Zayne excused his self and put on a tank top and some joggers. Zoey couldn't stop staring at his tattoos. "So, what's the deal with your tats? most guys get them to tell a story. What do yours represent," Zoey asked Zayne as he looked surprised at the question. "You really what to know?" Zayne asked as Zoey shook her head yes. "Ok, well the one on my neck is my family tree. The ones on my arms are the people that hurt me. The one on my stomach is player for life. But I'm working on changing that. I left a space on my heart for the love of my life to go there." Zayne said looking deep into Zoey's eyes before turning his head. "Yea, I understand that I have a butterfly on my ankle and my zodiac sign on my back. I well get my last one with the person that I will spend my life with forever," Zoey said surprising him with having tattoos. As they talked all morning until it was time for her to go to class. And even then, they texted and texted non-stop. They kept it going on for weeks with just FaceTime and texting back in forth. Slowly, but surely, they both started falling for each other.