Loving A Stranger

Chapter 3

Finding a way through sweaty teenagers grinding their bodies together was damn hard. Not being a hygene freak but it sure is disgusting.

Once I spotted the squad hanging on the couch, I breathed in relief.

"Hey guys!" I hugged Sabrina and Carmen. There were a few beers on the table so I think they're still sober.

Sabrina looked amazing with her black and white stripes dress that reached above her knee and Carmen just looked cute with her white blouse and pink skirt that went half her thigh. Both of them are high so they don't look slutty with those clothes on. I'm talking like really high, about 6"1'.

Yea I got some girrafe girlfriends.

"Going for comfy look I see," Sabrina chuckled.

"She's maybe not drinking tonight, seeing from her choice of clothing," Carmen continued.

"So we can party like animals tonight!" Carmen and Jace shouted. God I got some wild friends.

After they left me alone for some dance, I plopped on the couch and started to scroll on Wattpad to browse some stories.

Adding "Sleepwalker" by humored, I started to read it while seeping on beers.

"Why would an angel like you be alone?" I heard a deep voice asked.

I raised my head just to see Zach, chuckling while seeping his beer.

"I don't want to be hungover tomorrow and I don't dance," I shrugged.

He took a seat beside me and continued to stare at me.

"It's rude to stare, you know."

"I'm trying to figure you out."

"Figure what out of me?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Everything. Why aren't you with your boyfriend, why don't you flirt with me."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't have a boyfriend and I'm not a whore to flirt with you."

"But you don't deny being attracted to me, right?" He wriggled his eyebrows.

Aren't I? Mental scoff there. Only a blind woman would not find him attractive. Even then, I bet she'd be swooning over his deep, husky voice.

I chuckled. "Anything that floats your boat."

He laughed and shook his head.

Shooing the awkward silence, I started. "What's the reason you moved here?"

He cleared his throat and looked away. "Well, my parents want to live in a new environment."

I raised my eyebrow, clearly not buying his excuse but didn't push it any further.

"How's living here so far?"

"Amazing, the neighbourhood is safer and quiter and school's great," he grinned.

"Means that I can sneak and have parties anytime," he added.

I rolled my eyes. Boys.

We continued chatting until a few songs ended and the squad came to the couch for some drinks.

Carmen and Jace, being the wild animals they are, were drunk by the time they finished grinding their bodies they called dancing.

Cameron and Mason fist bumped Zach and commented on how wild the party has gone.

Sabrina came to the couch latched with a man on her side.

The man was Matt.

Matt Djokovic, my former boyfriend.

"Hey I know you from somewhere," he slurred, pointing towards me. Of fucking course he was drunk.

Sabrina shot me an apologetic look, telepathically saying that he tried to flirt with her.

Cameron and Mason looked at me in concern. I smiled as in saying okay. Zach raised an eyebrow, questioning the guys.

"Hey, Matt," I greeted.

"I think I know you. You look like my Anne," he slurred.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, she's not your Anne anymore. You broke up with her," I retorted.

"She is mine! She's sexy and funny. Smart too," he mumbled, half asleep.

"Was. She was yours. You lost your chance long time ago," I said through gritted teeth.

And he did. He chose his studies over me, leaving me mourning over my parents' death on my own. That fucktard, big-faced coward.

He used the excuse when the reality was, he was too fucking coward to be in a long distance relationship.

Zach frowned and the squad was silent. After Matt fell asleep on Sabrina's shoulder, Cameron and Mason brought him and Jace home.

Carmen was having a sleepover at Sabrina's so she went home with her so I was left with Zach alone.

"So walking home it is then," Zach muttered under his breath.

"You did not drive here?" I asked him.

"I came with the twins here," he said sheepishly, surprised that I heard him.

"Well then, let me drive you home," I suggested.

"Thanks, Anna," he smiled.

"Sure thing."

By the time we left, the party was going slow and it was 2 in the morning.

"Whoa there, is that your car?" His eyes bulged out of their sockets.

I chuckled. "Yes he is. The name is Hurricane."

"You named your car?" He asked as he looked at my car in awe.

"Lots of people do, so why not?" I shrugged.

"I don't," he smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"So what model is this?" He asked as we stepped into the car.

"It's heracàn 610-4 with 602 horsepower. Aren't you boys accustomed with cars?"

He shrugged. "I'm more of a Mustang fan. So you know your cars, huh? Attractive," he smirked.

"Don't get it started. I can drop you here, you know."

"Sorry, just messing with you," he raised his hands in surrender.

When he told me his adress, that's when I knew he lived near my house. It was a couple houses apart.

"So, why don't you drive tonight?" I asked, cutting the silence.

"I don't want to risk it if I'm drunk."

"Oh."

When we arrived in front of his house, well, more of like a mansion, he looked at his lap and bit his lip.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Thanks for the drive."

I smiled, amused by his awkward move.

"No problem, my house is nearby anyway."

He bid his goodbye and stepped out of the car. He waited at the front door and waved me goodbye, flashing his megawatt smile.

Sorry if there's grammar error. Beeep.