chapter three

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Jasmine's POV

I Walked into the bedroom that Zayn let me use and smiled to myself. He opened the door and smiled back.

"Your house is huge," I said, admiring it. "I have a very good job," he said. "What is it?" I asked. He avoided the question.

"I brought a t shirt and some boxers, you know, for you to sleep in," he said, looking at the ground. "Thanks," I said, taking them and shutting the door.

Okay Jaz, breathe. Sure, he was just looking you up and down, but it isn't like that has never happened to you before. Oh wait, it hasn't.

I put his clothes on and felt totally awkward and out of place. I went from never being in a relationship and being the sweet valedictorian in our school to wearing a hot guys boxers and band tee.

I layed down and looked at the ceiling. I wasn't able to fall asleep at all. I liked Zayn, but I loved George.

George. My first boyfriend. We had gone "all the way" once, my very first time.

I was totally head over heels for him, the way his blue eyes sparkled and the way his brown hair felt when my fingers run through it.

Little to say, I missed him. I pulled out my phone and started texting him like crazy.

Zayn's POV:

I pulled off my clothes, stripping down to only my boxers. I smiled as I thought of her, Jasmine.

Well, first of all, I regret every going for her bet.

I know that in only a week, I will get that craving again, and I won't be able to satisfy it. Thanks to that beautiful girl, Jasmine.

Jasmine...her long, straight, dark brown hair lightly coming down her shoulders and her dark, blue eyes looking like dark diamonds in the moonlight.

She was beautiful, and I saw something in her that was like me.

She had explained to me that she was a good girl (not using those exact words, but still.)

Valedictorian. Only ever had sex once, with her long-term boy friend, who she must have broken up with. Never gone to a crazy party. Never worn a guy's clothes.

Well, she didn't tell me that last one, I just assumed it when I handed her my clothes. She looked at me like I had grown a third eye. It was pretty funny, and I found it sexy.

I heard a knock on my door and turned to see Jasmine. I smiled at her and she smiles back.

"Hey, how is it going so far?" she asks. It had only been one night! How weak did she think i was? But still, she looks really hot in my clothes, I am not going to lie. I decide to play the hurting boy.

"Not so well," I reply, cringing. "Zayn, you can do this, you are strong," she says, sitting down beside me and squeezing my hand. I take deep breaths in and out. I am such a good actor!

"Calm down," she says, rubbing the center of my palm lightly. I smile, this is working quite well.

"You want me to stay here for tonight, for moral support?" she asks. "That would be nice," I say, stretching my arms out and laying down, staying tense to make my act believable.

I wake up in the middle of the night and realize that she is hugging me. I smile and look at her for a few seconds.

If she wakes up like this, she will be embarrassed. If I leave here on me, well, it would be nice for me. Selfishness or selflessness?

I go with selfless and pull her off of me, almost instantly regretting it. I almost can't believe that me, the bad boy, have fallen in love with Jaz, the good girl.

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