CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Zack's point of view
Alyssa and Perla chewed away at their small hash browns sewn onto the thin paper material of their burgers. "buenos días, chicas." The two stopped mid-bite and slowly turned their heads in my direction after giving each other a knowing look. I stood over them, wearing a grey hooded top, my fists tucked into its pockets. I hadn't bothered cleaning myself up much today, but made sure my hair gave the I-just-woke-up-but-I-actually-tried-really-hard-on-it kind of look. "Great way to start the day." I say, my voice laced in sarcasm as I eyed the fat-filled meal in front of them.
I couldn't help but stare at Alyssa. Her long hair was tied up in a smooth pony tail and her sky eyes held a small bit of sleep. She wore baggy clothes that looked like something she would sleep in. Our eyes met and we looked at each other for several seconds before she broke the silence, as well as our eye contact. "What are you doing here, Zack?"
I shrugged, pretending I hadn't just gotten lost in the universe beneath her eyes. "Was just walking past when I saw you two through the window." I moved my way over so I squished and sat beside Alyssa who shifted over in the long bench chair. "Thought I'd come say hello." There was a pause as the two sleepy girls stared at me, a death glare in their eyes, "hello."
Alyssa sighed with such disappointed I felt like looking down in guilt, "not now, Zack." When I only raised my brows at her she frowned, "please?"
I simply chuckled, although felt like wrapping my arms around the sad but beautiful human sitting next to me. "I'm not doing anything wrong!" I leaned back, pretending the world owed me, "I just came to say hello." When she only raised her brows I continued, leaning forward, knowing I would get in deep shit for what I was about to say, "and also that the other night was wonderful." I saw Perla, from across the table widen her eyes in shock and somewhat anger, that she seemed to unsuccessfully hide. Alyssa on the other hand wasn't even trying to cover it. She clenched her teeth together and sat up straighter, forcing me to shrink ever so much.
"Whatever you thought was going on here is wrong. You are the biggest dick I have ever met, and I have met a lot." She stood up now, in a rush to leave. She leaned her hands heavily against the table, leaning in towards me with such an anger and fierceness I had to hide my fear. "Just because your family is rich and powerful doesn't mean you own everyone and everything. Nobody owns me, especially you." She stood up straighter, her hands falling loosely to her sides. "Don't you ever talk to me again." She spat those words out and walked off, out of sight.
By now I was just as angry as she was. I don't know what for though. I knew what I was saying would cause trouble and I knew that it would hurt her. But I did it any way.
No one had ever spoken like that to me before, but I'm not surprised she was the first. Didn't mean to say I wasn't furious. My blood boiled red and my teeth ground against each other.
Perla was staring at me, an innocent, yet mysterious glint in her eye, a smirk forming on her lips. She raised her neat eye brows and leaned forward on the table so her cleavage and stomach was flat on the soiled surface. I frowned in confusion and disappointment. The girl that I seemed to be falling for was pissed at me, and her supposedly best friend was flirting with me.
"Ignore her," she said, a surprisingly soft tone lacing her words. She leaned closer when noticing I had no interest. "She has her," she hesitated the slightest bit before saying, "tantrums." For half a second she looked genuinely guilty, but that faded as quickly as it came."Why don't we go to my house and we can... Talk about it." She said in a whisper so only I was able to hear it. After winking at me and glancing me up and down, she lifted herself from the stained table and took two steps to reach for my hand.
Without thinking I let her take it, and allowed myself to be led to a brand new looking BMW. She hopped in the drivers seat while I awkwardly sat myself in shotgun.
The car ride there was silent. Neither of us spoke a word but every once and a while Perla would turn her head to give me a wink and a sly smirk before facing the road again.
I didn't know what to say. Hell, I didn't even know what to think. Here was this stunning girl sitting across for me. Make a move! My mind told me, but for some reason something was holding me back.
Before I knew it we were at a large, expensive looking house. My eyes widen. "This is your house?"
"Yeah, all to myself." Perla said smugly.
"You brought it?" I said raising my brows questionably. We both jumped out of the car, me still admiring the decent house in front of me.
"Nah. My parents did. Well, technically my mother did. She makes the money." I nodded as we began walking towards the house. After she noticed my look she said, "didn't think I'd be rich did you?" She unlocked the door to her white house and entered my following behind her. She hung her jacket on a nearby rack, revealing more skin then from the first night I saw her. "Not compared to the state of Alyssa's house." She smirked at me slyly and began moving closer towards me.
I hitched a breath at the mention of her name. I didn't want to do this. Whatever move Perla was planning to make on me I didn't want to do. But my mind said otherwise.
Who care's about Alyssa?
She's crazy.
She doesn't care about you. Just. Do. It.
So I did it. Grabbing hold of her waist I went in for the kiss. She instantly began kissing back without hesitation. Wanting to feel nothing but pleasure, I went deeper and pushed her against a wall, our mouths never leaving each others.
I didn't feel the same connection as I did with Alyssa. All I felt was nothing. No emotion, no feeling. Just numb.
But I guess that's better then having guilt and shame and despair run through you so I didn't stop the kiss. And neither did she.
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A/N:
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