maybe i just want to be yours {zion kuwonu}

~22~

we have been on the road of around ten minutes now and i have no idea where he is taking me. moments later we stop at a red light and it is my chance to ask him where he is taking me, without distracting him. this type of stuff would usually make me feel odd, but i don't really feel anything.

"so where are we headed to?" i turn to ask him. he turns and looks at me. "it's a surprise, just sit tight for twenty-five minutes or so. don't worry babe i'm not planning anything bad," he assures me. i trust him so i don't question him anymore. but i am trying to think of places a person like brandon would take me to.

"by the way, while i was waiting for you outside your dormitory, isawvictoriascottgoinside. shecameouttenminuteslaterwithz," he says, completely interrupting my train of thought. he also so swiftly that i cannot understand him. "i am sorry, what? did you really expect me to get that last part?" the light turns green right after i finished saying my question.

he continues to drive, with his eyes focused on the road and says, "i probably shouldn't even tell you. i don't want to hurt you."

"oh please brandon, you have not done anything to hurt me."

"i know, and i would never hurt you. but this isn't about me, it's about z. and i know you're going to get hurt 'cause i know you're more into him than you are into me," his tone breaks, and my heart shatters. not because of whatever happened to zion, but because of he admitted to himself that i am more into zion than i am into him. i look over to him to see if i can detect any sort of emotion on his face. despite the fact that his tone broke, he keeps a pretty normal looking face. i can't really tell either because i can only see the side of his face. he keeps his eyes darted on the road.

"brand-"

"it's okay, you don't have to make me feel better," he firmly states.

he leaves me completely speechless. i want to say something, but i do not want to have an argument while he is driving. the last thing i want is to get in a car accident. he stops at a red light and turns to me and fakes a smile. "do you want to know what i was supposed to tell you?"

"yea... just tell me so i can get it out of the way. we will have fun at wherever you're taking me."

"i saw victoria scott go inside your building and about ten minutes later she came out with zion."

"oh," i say. the light turns green and he drives away. i go straight into a jealousy mindset, but i have to keep in mind that we made out before he left. i also have to remember that i can't restrict him to hanging out with other girls. but he did tell me he was just going to talk to me, and be loyal. some bullshit like that, but i can't judge right away. what if they were just having a conversation? i guess i just have to leave it to zion if he wants to tell me the truth or not. right now, i just want to have fun with brandon.

"how do you feel?" he asks.

"i can't do anything about it. brandon, can we just make this day about us. don't bring up zion anymore. this is OUR day, zion and i had last night together. annnnd are we almost there?"

"okay babe, i got you. yup, we're here," he says, making me look up at the view. it looks familiar, i have seen it in vidoes, movies, and pictures.

"where are we?" i ask out of curiosity.

"malibu."

i sqeal in excitment, "seriously?! i have always wanted to go here, people take really nice pictures here." i frown coming to a realization that i don't even have a swimsuit so i can't take pictures, right when my instagram is in need of a new post, i get where i want to be, but unprepared.

"babe, what's wrong? you were so excited just a second ago."

"i don't have a swimsuit, i can't go in the water."

"well here's something you need to know about me..." he smirks, and i look up at him wondering what he is about to say. i give him a funny look and he chuckles. "i bought you a swimsuit, i would've told you to bring your own, but it would've ruined the surprise.

i scream and i climb over to give him a hug, he hugs me back. i compose myself and back away, "but you don't even know my size... and you did not have to."

"just trust me when i say i have an eye for sizes." he winks.

i playfully slap his arm and laugh, "oh my goodness brandon."

we both get out of the car and he opens the trunk. he pulls out a gorgeous white one piece swimsuit with cut outs on the side. "cute. you have an eye for style mister."

"yes, yes i do," he says while handing the swimsuit to me.

"wait how much was this?"

"sixty five dollars. who new girls swimwear was so expensive."

"brandon that's crazy, where did you get it? oh no i am not wearing this, get your mone-"

"hahaha babe it's okay, i got it at urban outfitters."

"are you sure?"

"yes, i wouldn't have bought it for you. plus, even if i wanted to return it, it wouldn't be a possibility because i lost the receipt."

"well of course you lost it. anyway, where can i change?"

"just change in the trunk and don't worry i won't look."

i nod my head and climb inside the trunk and he begins to close it. before he shuts it down all the way i stop him. "do you have something i can wear over the swimsuit?"

"um, yea i have something." before i know it, he takes his shirt off. it looks like i is happening in slow motion. he has a six pack, and i find myself staring at him. his shirt is almost over his face, so i look away before he can see that was staring. he hands me his shirt, "what are you going to wear then?" i ask.

"i'll just change into my shorts, i can handle being shirtless babe."

i roll my eyes and giggle. i tell him to shut the trunk completely. i manage to get myself in the swimsuit. it actually fits perfectly, i am pretty surprised. i then put his shirt on as a cover up, i am pleased with the scent of it, it smells just like him. he opens the trunk and i hop out. the shirt hits about two inches above my knee, considering he's a lot taller than i am.

"you look really cute," he says.

"and you look really hot," i say in my mind.

"not too bad yourself." i laugh.