Tell Me A Lie. (Zalfie)

Zoe

Thank you Alejandra for bieng the only one who commented, it meant a lot. I'm sorry I didn't update sooner but I was soo busy. Btw, I love your fanfic, I hope you update soon! x

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I had manged to get Alfie away from Marcus and into a secluded corner next to a hallway that seemed to continue endlessly. I was burning to know the answer to the question on my mind. I had just realized that I had been staring at Alfie's face, deep in thought.

With a quizzical expression plastered on his face he sighed, "What is it Zo?"

" Have you told Marcus you spent the night in my room yet?"

" Yes I did, why should I have not?"

His face remained questioning, but in his eyes I could see terror forming. This was going to be awkward. I looked down at my feet, trying to avoid eye contact but I could still feel his eyes piercing me.

"Ummm, well Louise..kind of heard..Louise knows I spent the night with someone yesterday, not sleeping." I manged to utter.

I looked up terrified of how he would react. I was surprised when I saw the ends of his mouth turn into a smirk. .

"So we were that loud,huh." He almost whispered.

I was taken aback not expecting him to say something that embarrassing, I could help but laugh crazily at his comment. Of course I had enjoyed it, except he could never know that. "Alf, you really do know how to say the wrong things at the wrong time. Any way I guess you can't take back what you said to Marcus. So guess we just are going to have to deny as much as we can."

"That might be hard now," He said, his eyes fixated on something far across the room. I instantly saw it too, Louise and Marcus were talking about us, it was obvious. A thought flickered across my mind, what if this secret getting out causes Alfie and I to be distant. Before I could stop myself I blurted, "Oh no. Alf, I know it may be hard to build back what we had, but I really want to try."

For a second I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted on wether or not he still wanted me as his friend. I broke inside.

"Me too, Zo." He was definitely confused, but I guess he needed me as much as I needed him.

I smiled, standing up on my tip toes I closed the gap between us engulfing him in a huge hug. I felt his hands on my waist and memories of last night came back, his very touch seemed to send me overboard now. I squeezed him harder, feeling his chest pressed against me. It felt so good.

I pulled us apart slightly, I had lost all controll of my actions now. Looking into his eyes and then to his lips, I tried to signal to him that I wanted to kiss. To my pleasure he did the same, and a second later his lips crashed into mine. We hungrily attacked each other's lips, lust flowing through me as his hands moved from my shoulders down to my chest. I could help but moan. I could feel his large, warm hands on my breasts, and his lips were moving from my lips to my jaw down to my neck to the sensitive skin near where his hands were.

I heard him whisper, "I want you bad Zoe."

His comment made be want him more, but I knew we would be caught if we continued.

"Me too, Alf, but we can't. Not here." I replied sadly.

"Yes, i know." His lips were once again against me, the fire still burning strong inside. We pulled apart for the last time today, but I knew I wanted to continue. There was just one question that seemed to rise from this, was this love I had for this boy or just my extreme thirst for him that was disguising itself as love? I needed to know his answer.