It's Complicated

Chapter 3) Good News? Pt2

(Song: As Long As You Love Me By Justin Bieber)

Zack's P.O.V

  The hammering in my head is too great to handle.

Someone kill me now.

Rolling over I meet a warm naked body. Great.

All I remember is going to that stupid party and getting hammered. Not going home with someone.

Lesson one kids, don't drink.

The last thing I want to do is have to get up, get dressed, then leave some sluts house; but I have to.

Getting up slowly to spare my aching head I get dressed in my clothes from last night and make my way to the bathroom.

When I'm done with my bisness I open the bathroom door and see the slut up. A wave of confussion crosses her face when she realizes she's in an empty bed.

When she sees me her emotion changes to relieved and gets up with the covers around her.

"That was a wonderful night babe." She says when she comes closer to me.

Oh God why did I think I was going to be able to leave peacefully?

Instead of responding I move closer and turn around to the door to leave, hoping she gets the message I don't care.

Before my hand sets on the doorknob, she grabs my other wrist.

"Wanna stay? We could have some more fun? " she says seductively then smiles.

"How about I go, and you can leave me alone, and then we can carry on." I sneer.

The smile I on her face falls and she looks taken back at what I said.

Good, I think to myself. Now I'll leave. I open the door and make my way out of here.

She's hot and all but I hit then quit, no ties, nothing. Just flings, I don't want some relationship where you have some girl glued to you. Gross.
Just a sleez for a night is fine for me.

Grabbing my keys from my pocket and going through the front door, I get into my truck.

I love my car, it's a brand new model and I always have aspirin in the glove box.

Downing 3 I drive off in the direction of my home.

I'll skip school and sleep off the hangover.

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     When I get home I go straight down the hall, up the stairs and to my room.

I toss my keys on the desk and go to the mirror.

I still look hot. My eyes are bloodshot but still vibrant green. My jet black hair is sticking up in weird places but still in it's quiff. And my eyebrow peircing is still in, good. I take my shirt off and look at myself in the mirror.

My 6 pack I worked hard to get by working out almost every day and being the captain of the football team makes me even more built. I'm not like buff as shit but just enough to make the girls fall.

My tattoo curls around my forearm and rests just above my wrists, I've always lived it. A symbol of what I do. And who I've become.

Concluding that I'm good with no scratches or hickies I cross my room and fall on my bed.

Not caring about much about the uncomfortable position I'm in, I start to let sleep consume me but my mother had other plans.

She opens the door and walks in front of my desk and pulls out my the chair to sit down and start what I'm positive is going to be a lecture on how I need to come home at night.

But she still surprises me when she smiles so big it looks almost painful and lifts up her ring finger and shows me a diamond ring.

It takes me a second to put the prices together and when I do my head pounds even harder and I jump up so fast I slip on my feet and fall.

"Shit!" I yell when I'm flying to the floor.

My mothers laugh booms through the room when I go down.

When she whipes her eyes and I get up, all I can do is stand wide eyed at her.

"Did John propose?" I ask.

"Yep" she says popping the "p".

John Is the boyfriend, well now the fience of my mother. He's a youthful and kind man but he's scary as shit. I like him for that, he's not scared to show people he's the boss.

Now he's gonna be my step dad? Kick ass if you ask me.

"You've already met and you like him so almost all the details are worked out but a few I need to talk to you about." she tells me.

I nod my head and take a seat on the edge of my bed.

"We're having dinner at his house tonight and you can have a meal with them." She says.

Them? Like his dog or something?

She sees my confused expression and she hesitates before continuing.

"Him and Catherine, his daughter, shes 18 and you needed to be informed of her." She clarifies.

"Why did I not know he had a daughter?" I ask.

"Because it wasn't necessary until now." What she tells me is even more confusing.

"If it didn't matter then, why would it now?" I ask.

"Because she's going to be your step sister and you two are going to be living together. Because we're moving in." She waists no time sugar coating it and cuts to the point.

All I do is grin, another teenager with me, and it's a girl, were gonna have some fun.

(A./N.) Yayzzz!!!!!  Soo what do you think of him? Playboy jerk right? I know. Let's see how they like each other.

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💕Jordyn