Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

Year before.

(this next segment is a flashback. I just want to make clear of that so no one is confused, this is a year from the beginning of the story, meaning that its the beginning of summer. And I'm doing this so you guys can see deeper into Trishs past)

"Ronnie, let go." I huff at Ronnie when he tries to grab my waist and pull me close to him. "I said let go." I repeat.

"Fine, fine." He let's go and leans back on the new couch in his basement. Ronnie and I have been "together" for two years now and he's finally in his final year of high school, but he acts as if he's an immature seventh grader advancing to the eighth grade. "When're you going to let me touch you? Your eighteen for God's sake and you are a prude."

"I'm not a prude," I snap. "I'm not trash either might I add."

"Whatever you want to call it, but you probably won't get any sexual intercourse with anyone else for your whole life. Hell, I don't even want to be with you, but given our situation I have to." I roll my eyes and fight the tears wanting to come out of my sockets.

I catch my breath when a couple of our friends walk down into the small basement of Ronnie's home.

"Hey, what are y'all up to?" Barbara asks while taking a seat with her boyfriend, Sam. Leaning against the counter is Smith and his sister, Amanda. Who you wouldn't guess where ever siblings because they look nothing alike.

"Nothing, just came down." Ronnie says while popping off the bottlecap to his coke.

"Sam, can you get me a coke out of the cooler, please?" I ask Smith, he's the closest thing I have as a guy best friend, even if it's only because he has a crush on me.

"Sure thing Tricia, you doing alright? You seem out of it today." He asks and all eyes are on me, I'd totally give in to the peer pressure if Ronnie wasn't here. But truth is, he's everywhere.

"I'm fine, thanks." I grab the coke from his hand and take a long sip.

"Ronnie, your parents are gone right?" Smith says and Ronnie nods, leaning back on the couch we are on. I'm as far as possible on the edge of the cushion, to avoid laying next to Ronnie.

"Well don't mind me, anyone want one?" Smith pulls out a pack of cigarettes and everyone takes one, including me. The lighter is passed around and I take a drag, I'm sick of Ronnie right now, I need to smoke the pain away. Me being the only young adult here I'm the only one who wouldn't get in trouble for smoking.

"These don't seem as good as the usual one's, what'd you do to them Smith?" Amanda says and I let out a laugh at her.

"Nothing smart ass." He puffs smoke in her face and she pushes him away. Those two are the perfect siblings, they fight constantly and put on a show for the rest of us. "Now shut the hell up before I tap my cigarette ash in your nappy hair."

"Smith!" Amanda yells and hits him across the shoulder. A small whimper comes from Barbara's direction and we all stop and stare at her, Sam has his lips hooked to her's and her hands roam through his hair.

"Jesus, it's barely noon." Smith whispers.

"Let's get it on." Amanda sing songs in a sexual voice that makes us all burst into laughs. I take another glance at Barbara and Sam and admire how they act when they're together, he constantly hugs her and tells her that he loves her.

Given the stories that Barbara has told me, they always are doing something, and by that I mean sexually. I long for someone who loves me to touch me the way that Sam does to Barbara, Ronnie just isn't enough and won't ever be.

"Hey! Get out of here if your going to have sex on my couch!" Ronnie yells and Barbara pulls back and flushes her cheeks.

"Ronnie, don't be a jerk." I glare at him. "You know what, I must be going." I grab my tiny purse and walk back upstairs.