A/N : I KNOW I haven’t posted an update for my story and I'm really genuinely sorry about that. But umm, heres and update. I’ll try to make it long to compensate for my MONTHS of absence but we will see how it goes.
Mystery Guy’s POV
Zaria is…. An interesting person. I’ve never seen anyone so concerned about getting a reaction out of me, usually because they don’t care enough to. But her? She didn’t give up until she got one. And boy, am I happy that she didn’t. Even though it was a simple kiss on the cheek, my heart couldn’t help but speed up. I honestly don’t know why she managed to get such a reaction to me, because usually, a full blown make out session doesn’t get me to react like that. All I know is that I need to pull myself together. If not for my benefit, then the benefit of my cousin, Aaron.
Zaria’s POV
I couldn’t help but whistle all the way to the kitchen. That’s how happy I was. Which is surprising the predicament my mother has placed me in. Like what was she thinking? Does she think that having Aaron AND his crew in my house was going to make me regret beating him up? Did she think that I was going to somehow get feelings for one of the five guys she invited here? If that’s what she thought, then she clearly doesn’t know me. Like what kind of messed up state of mind was she in when she made that decision? And I think the worse part is, I'm not the least bit guilty for going off on her earlier. Simply because she deserved it.
My self-pitying reverie was interrupted when I walked into something or someone.
“How many times am I going to bump into something while in this expedition?” I thought aloud.
“Well if you would look where you were going you wouldn’t have that problem” responded a deep voice. My head snapped up and I started to glare immediately at that comment.
“Well if you weren’t violating my house I wouldn’t feel the urge to try and sneak around just so I could get something to eat now would I ?’
“Well if you weren’t such a bitch and learned to keep your hands to yourself then we wouldn’t be in this predicament in the first place now would we?”
I could feel my eyes darken in anger at him calling me a bitch. Who in the fuck is he ? I don’t even know this guy’s name.
“What did you just call me?” I said in a low, threatening voice.
“Holy shit. Your eyes are fucking black. What in the fuck?” Ha. He was scared. This is good.
“ I'm sorry, but I think you just called me a bitch. And you see, I don’t like being called a bitch. Especially not by rejects like you. You know, the type who has to make bets about girls just to get a car that’s only worth a few thousand of dollars. So this leads to a decision that you have to make. You can either tell my mom that we had a date and we didn’t click so that you can leave my house, OR I can give you an ass whooping and you can leave in an ambulance. Either way you’re leaving, but its your choice as to how its done.”
He was so scared that I heard him gulp. He even stuttered. Poor soul.
“ I-Ii- I think I’ll take the date option. And I’m really sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”
I couldn’t help but burst in a fit of laughter. This guy was legit about to pee himself. I just patted him on the shoulder and kept walking, resuming my whistling until I finally got to the kitchen.
Bad Ass: 2. The Guys: o
