Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 33.

Chapter 33.

Zach's P. O. V.

There, in the picture, was my best fucking friend kissing Rachel. She was pushing his chest away as if to tell him to leave, but smiling, in the doorway of her house. Was Blake lying to me about his grandparent's surgery? He's supposed to be my best friend.

"What the fuck?" I all but yelled.

"Zach what do I do? Do I send it to Lauren? I have to, it's girl code," Taylor said. Her eyes look to be glazed over and I can't help but feel sorry for Lauren. The thing is, I know Taylor is hurting for her, and I can't help the anger that stirs inside me for what Blake has done.

"Who sent you that." I demanded more than asked, and saw her eyes shift to the window.

"Bentley did. He said 'Do you believe me now?'"

My mind is fuming and I can't help but speed up the car in reflection of it. "The thing is everyone knows Blake and Lauren are dating, so Rachel knows and is being a fucking whore-"

"Zach, please." She says, stopping me. At this point I pull back into her driveway, glide into park, and shut off the engine. "I don't know what to do, do I tell Lauren?" she repeats.

"I want to talk to Blake first, so not yet." I say, yet she doesn't look eased by that answer. I add on, "I'll talk to him right after school, and you invite Lauren over and you can talk to her too."

She shakes her head and opened the door to her side. My baby is so sick, so weak, and has to be dealing with this shit too. I make it a personal note to vow to never fuck anyone over like this, especially not her. I get out of my side and help her to her front door. She does it mostly on her own, you know, stubbornly sick in all her glory, but doesn't let go of her grip on my hand.

I feel like I have the whole world in my hands. God damn I just started dating this girl and I think I'm falling in love.

No.

No, no no.

I shake my head to clear it. We don't need those thoughts, not right now. It's almost as though I can physically see the doubts running through her head, as she slides off her coat and goes to the kitchen, probably getting herself some soup. Is it normal that in a situation like this I'm only concerned about Taylor's feelings? Hell no. It really isn't.

I walk into the kitchen and she's sat on the counter, phone in hand, zooming in and out of the picture. I shake my head slightly, and walk up between her legs to stand, placing both hands on either side of her.

"Phone, now." I mutter.

"Excuse me?" she scoffs, not moving an inch, her eyes trained to the same spot. I snatch that phone of hers and place it into my back pocket.

She pouts, probably too weak to properly argue, and latches her arms around my neck. Her eyes go soft and sad almost, asking me all on their own to give it back. I lean up to kiss her, and my stomach does some weird shit, dancing with all sorts of emotions like it usually does when we kiss.

It's gentle, almost as though I don't want to break her. My sick, stubborn, fucking beautiful girl. I try to stay gentle, but she's not having it. She pulls me closer and opens her mouth the slightest bit. Her lips are warm and soft, and any thought of her passing her disease onto me is gone. She rolls my bottom lip between her teeth and a small breath escapes me. When did she get so good at this?

I try to get closer, impossibly closer, my hands on her hips at this point pulling her towards me. Her hands slide down my back, slightly scratching as they do. I can't even lie when I say my pants were feeling tighter than normal, but has my body ever controlled itself around her?

I hitch her shirt up a little so my hands can touch her burning skin. More, more, my body begs me. But before anything more happens, she pushed me by my chest away, with her phone in her hand and a smirk.

"You little-"

"You love it." She says laughing, sauntering off with a radiating pride.

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A/N YALL IM ALIVE !!! THANK YOU FOR STILL BEING HERE I MADE THIS BOOK WHEN I WAS LIKE FIFTEEN AND IM 18 NOW AND FOUND IT AGAIN. THKS IS A SHORT LOTTLE PART BEFORE I CAN UPDATE MORE. I know I left y'all w a cliff hanger so i wanted to fix that, and hopefully i'll get back into my writing groove. This is so short I'm sorry but I literally work in twenty minutes and i wanted to give you guys something. Your continuous support means so much, and you can count on me updating again with more detail and lengthier soon. Also pls b patient w my writing I haven't written in a while it's probably lousy AGAIN IM SORRY BUT IM COMING BACK BITCHES. LOVE YOU.