Rewind (Completed)

Chapter 18: Spellbound

Chapter 18: Spellbound

I humor the moron, "Oh?" I string him along to see where he takes this, "How?"

"One date," Zac grins down at me flirtatiously, "is all I need."

I pretend to think about, purposely getting his hopes up, before pushing him away from me, "I don't think so." I step out of his reach. "Please don't make me laugh at you," I say in all serious, "Please don't make me laugh in your face."

His expression drops. He'd been expecting me to accept the invite. He's not used to rejection, much like Bells. He recovers from his shocked stupor, "C'mon Gorgeous, let loose for once. I don't bite, I promise." He adds, "Then again, I'm not known to keep my promises." He winks proudly, his rep of being a liar evident in his lifestyle. 

He really thinks I'm going to agree to a date, with him, of all people. 

"Oh, I know," I tell him, reminding him of all the promises he made to me and then broke.

He ignores my remark, not wanting to hatch anything. "I can show you the wild side to life," he smirks fervently, not so cleverly changing the subject, "you'll love it," he assures me confidently.

"I'm not looking for anything right now," I tell him truthfully as I make my way back to the lounge, knowing that he'd follow me out. I just need him to leave my bedroom. He's stupid enough to follow me.

"Neither am I. It doesn't have to be serious. It can just be fun." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively as he continues to try and convince me otherwise.

"I don't do flings," I admit, "I've only known serious."

The way I see it, casual flings are pointless. It's a waste of time.

"Then let me teach you to not be serious with me," he winks my way, his smirk growing bigger at the thought of it.

"You won't be able to handle me, Zac." I grin tauntingly, teasing him seeing as I'm a teaser at heart. "I'm a whole lot of crazy you don't want to get caught up in. I'm not your style."

"Trust me, I do and you are," Zac pesters on impatiently, waiting for me to cave to his will. "I think I'll manage."

I pull a mocking face and shake my head, choosing to rile him up for once, "I doubt it."

He finally catches on and cocks his head to the side, the playful glimmer in his dark eyes vanishing beyond a wall of solemnness, "Aqueela," he says flatly, unimpressed by my stubbornness. "Why you gotta be like this?"

I shrug carelessly, "Because I'm Aqueela Lawson, that's why."

Zac, much to my astoundment, actually gives up, "Fine, suit yourself," he ends casually as he jumps sideways onto the lounge couch. "You're missing out," he says, making out as if he couldn't care less. It's obvious he's slightly offended.

I grin and toss him a spare blanket and pillow, "Night."

I turn to leave the room but his voice stops me, "Hey Lawson?"

"Yes, Zac?" I groan in exasperation, tired. There's nothing more, right now, that I want than to sleep.

"You'll come around," he assures me in conviction as if determined.

I'm able stifle a laugh, "Right," I conclude before switching off the lights and retiring to bed.

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A tumultuous knocking on my bedroom door awakens me. I try to ignore it, aware of who it is, and place my pillow over my ears to block out the racket. Zac must catch on because he only pounds louder on my door in turn.