Once Upon A Rush #3 (A Zachery Johnson Story)

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Adrian

Zach pulled the door open but froze mid-step. He swiftly turned around.

"I just remembered that I made a deal with Jake that I'd teach him a few curse words if he told me your birthday but that little fucker didn't say jack." I swiftly jumped out of my bed and strolled up towards him before flicking his forehead.

"You don't need to know." I mumbled, grinning as I done a quick calculation in my head for how many more days left until my birthday.

"Oh, really!" He raised an eyebrow, gripping my arms before slamming me against the wall. Cue heart stopping.

He leaned in close, his breath fanning across my lips as he spoke. "Come on button, don't play like that." Curse him for not having morning breath.

I held my breath in and breathed through my nose, just in case I breathe on him and he faints. His gaze caught mine and his icy blue eyes held my brown eyes captive. I was forced to breathe out through my mouth. My eyebrows drew together when he didn't even pull away.

"Wha-" he cut me off with his soft lips. They slammed onto mine and moved expertly over my own. I was careful not to open my mouth but I felt my resolve weaken. No! Don't open your damn mouth. Half because you'll die and never let go and half because you have morning breath.

I quickly pulled my head back and turned my head away from him, my breathing harsh. "13 days." I breathed out, trying to ignore the way his cheeks felt so smooth and warm when they brushed against mine.

"Thank you button, I knew you couldn't resist me." He pulled away and winked before walking out the door like he owned the place.

I straightened up and shook my head before walking into my bathroom. After I showered and brushed my teeth, I walked back into my room and into my closet. I then threw on some undergarments and felt my shoulders sag down. Oh no.

I was having one of those days. Whenever I felt drained in the morning, it meant that for the rest of the day, I'd be in a crappy mood. Which meant emotional conflicts, and weird mood swings. Almost like I was bipolar except I didn't have any good feelings.

And then I felt it sink in. The depressing feeling. I suddenly just felt like fading into the background and not letting anyone notice me. I picked out black jeans, triple black huaraches and a plain black fitted top. Then I threw over a black hoodie and zipped it up. I slowly strolled into my room and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I pulled my hood over my head and moved to grab my phone.

I frowned at the amount of messages I had received and felt the sudden urge to throw my phone against the wall. Why on earth are people texting me? I felt like screaming.

Zach's name flashed across my screen as he called which I swiftly declined, finding myself not wanting to speak to him. He called again which I declined before turning my phone off.

I padded out of my room before making my way down the stairs, grabbing a bowl and making myself coco pops. "Hey Adrian." Jake shot me a toothy grin as he walked past me to grab a glass of water.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't speak to me."

Jake frowned, his eyes narrowing. "What the fuck did I do to you?"

I had enough.

"Curse one more time Jake and I swear, I will slap you across the damn face!" I yelled, watching as my five year old brother's eyes widened before he teared up.

I didn't even feel guilty.

"I-I'm s-sorry." He stuttered, placing his glass on the counter before sprinting back up the stairs. My fists clenched, feeling guilty would stop you from disciplining a child properly.