Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 10.

Chapter 10

TAYLOR'S P. O. V.

I hop off the motorcycle, a ridiculous grin still on my face that I don't bother to hide. He takes out both of our book bags from the compartment under the seat. I reached out to grab mine as we both made our way to his house.

"When is your mom off of work?" I asked.

His mom is a registered nurse at the nearby hospital. She works late a lot on weekends, which is when Zach takes the time to go out and do what he does best. Zach's dad is a business man, and he travels a lot, gone for weeks on end sometimes. So he's alone a lot, just like me, since my parents have to be at the restaurant all the time. Except for today, my mom stayed home. I should probably text her later...

"She said maybe seven." He said shrugging. I nodded in understanding, as Zach pulled out his house keys. While he unlocked the door, I combed my hair a bit with my fingers before slipping on my beanie once again. He opened the door, and we both walked in. The smell of cinnamon invades my senses.

"Want something to eat quick?" He asked, as we both kicked our shoes off lazily.

"Is that even a real question?" I ask sarcastically as I made my way to the kitchen. Of course I need to eat something. I can't work on an empty stomach.

"Right." He said, chuckling, following me.

I walked into his kitchen and placed my backpack on the floor by the counter that is sorta like a bar area. Setting my phone down on the counter, I walked over to the huge cabinet sitting to the left of the room.

I open up the snack cabinet while he made his way to the refrigerator. Grabbing cheez- its, funyuns, and a few jolly ranchers, I shouted a quick, "I'll be in the office room!" I knew where to go since I've been here before, and becuase our houses are back to back in the same neighbourhood, our houses were built in the same style.

I love this office room a lot more than mine at my house. This one has peach walls, making it look happy and cheerful. There was a black, wooden table in the middle of the room with a pile of lined paper and a cup full of mechanical pencils. There's a dark cabinet that takes up half the wall on the right side, and is filled with markers, crayons, erasers, glue sticks, pencils, anything we could need for any project. In the corner of the room on the left side, two mac laptops layed side by side on a desk painted white.

Mine at home was a drab brown color, with cluttered piles of paper on every surface. We don't even have that cool cabinet. My parents used the room to add up bills and whatnot for the restaurant. In Zach's office, none of his parents use it, so it's clutter-free. I think Zach goes here everyday to do his homework, considering the one of the laptops on the desk is his.

"Baby girl!" Zach shouted from the kitchen.

"What!?" I shouted back, already opening the box of cheez-its.

"Your phone!"

I got up and walked back to the kitchen, where I left my phone on the counter. The familiar tune rings through the air. I jumped up on the counter, sitting on it, before answering my phone.

"Hello?" I greet, forgetting to check the Caller ID.

"Taylor? Where are you? You were suppose to be here ten minutes ago." My mom's worried tone rang through the phone. I wiggled my legs a bit as they hovered above the ground.

"Sorry mom. I'm just at Zach's right now. We have an essay due next Wednesday." When I take a peek at Zach, he's walking towards me with a smirk.

"Oh, good. I was worried." Once Zach reached where I sat, he turned around and leaned his back against me while I was still sitting on the counter. My breath hitched when I noticed that he was standing between my legs, his body flush against mine.