Extraordinary

"She's too Young for You."

Chapter 7

        "I can't believe this shit." I hear a deep voice rumble faintly and I try to listen more to what's going on, but I feel like I'm floating. My legs and arms are swinging slowly and I can feel a light breeze sway through my hair. What the hell is going on? And why do I feel so... blah? I don't think about anything else as I'm suddenly laid gently onto a plush surface and when I roll over, I realize that it's my bed. 

        Okay, I'm in my room and someone just carried me in here. I go to take a deep breath, but the deep voice I now recognize as Donovan's speaks out to me, "Are you awake, now?" He asks with a hint of frustration in his tone and I look up from my pillow and blink a few times before I take in my surroundings. My room is very dim and he's now dressed in some sweats and a t-shirt. I push myself up on my hands and groan. 

        "Ugh... what the hell happened?" I ask, scratching my head and he looks annoyed with me. 

        "I'd like to know that as well. Layne left, I took a shower, realized I hadn't seen or heard from you in awhile, went looking for you and then found you passed out in the downstairs bathroom around a toilet full of vomit. Are you sick?" He asks with an eyebrow raised and now everything comes rushing back into me. Oh right, my anxiety from him made me sick to my stomach. 

        There's no way in hell I'm telling that, though. I sit all the way up and place a hand over my mouth, "Um, no -- I just didn't eat and then all of the events made me stressed and yeah." I mutter, then watch him take out his phone and look at the time. He places it back into his pocket and looks at me with a bland expression.

        "Alright, lets go get something then. We're going to the Chinese restaurant around the corner to pick up something, so I hope you like Chinese food. Lets go." He turns around, "Oh and I don't have time to wait on you to brush your teeth to get rid of the foul taste along with the smell coming from your mouth, so Listerine is under the bathroom sink. It's mine; you use it again after this one time and you're getting it. Hurry up." He snaps quickly and I feel annoyed with him, but at the same time I just get up and do it. Sometimes I feel very irritated that he doesn't fall victim to my sarcastic and bitchy ways, cause usually everyone does, but he's a challenge for me and I hate it. 

        I quickly enter the bathroom and grab Donovan's Listerine from under the sink, gargle a small amount and am very careful of not to place my lips to the cap, cause the thought of his being on it makes my face heat up. I place it back where it belongs and leave the bathroom, then go down the stairs to see him by the front door. He looks up and opens it, "Go on." He urges and I walk out the door, with him behind me. He unlocks his car in the driveway and I bite the inside of my cheek as I walk to the passenger side and get in. Once he's in the car and takes off, I calm down some and then look out the window and keep in a giggle as his music starts up where it left off. It's on B96 and they happen to be playing #Selfie by The Chainsmokers. 

        "Fucking Layne." Donovan mutters and then starts to flip through the stations. He comes to rest on some rap song and I listen to it, recognizing it, but don't say anything. He doesn't need to know that I enjoy some good rap here and there. Not even eight minutes later, we pull up to the place and he parks smoothly then stops the car, "I'll be back, I'm going to order a few things. Don't touch my shit." He narrows his electric blue eyes at me, then gets out. I watch him disappear into the restaurant and I quickly start to rummage through his car. 

        If you tell me, Zara Lisle, not to do something, I'm definitely going to do it. 

        I hum in approval at the CD's in his holder on his visor and then once I get to his glove compartment, I roll my eyes as it's nothing but unopened condoms, empty condom wrappers and a box of opened pregnancy tests. What the hell? If you're having this much sex that you have to keep pregnancy tests in stock, you either need to get a vasectomy or put your girlfriend on the pill. Jeez.

        Scoffing in disgust, I nonchalantly look up to see him coming back out of the restaurant, so I close the glove compartment with my knee and look down at my phone, unlocking the screen quickly. I'm shocked when my door flies open and Donovan nods towards me, "Get out, they have a good ass special for dine in only." He waits for me to unbuckle my seat belt, then once I'm standing up and out of the car, he rolls his eyes and places a hand on the small of my back; pushing me aside so he can close the car door. 

        Oh, duh. I watch him lock his doors and I follow him inside the small restaurant. A lady smiles expectantly at us and starts to escort us to a small table in the back. Oh great, I'm having a dinner alone with Donovan... such a great end to the first day all by ourselves. I sit down quickly and watch him take a deep breath, then I smile but look away as I notice that he styled his hair back into it's signature mohawk. He must have done it after Layne left, but I'm just now noticing it. 

        "Can I have two waters." Donovan's voice orders, but I look up and clear my throat. 

        "I'll have--" I pause and pick up the drink menu, then see that they offer a small teapot of their house tea. I glance up at Donovan and he's scowling at me. He must not want to pay for drinks -- oh well. I smile, "--the house tea, please." I finish to the lady and she nods, says something in her thick accent and then retreats. 

        Donovan places his hands together on the small rectangle table and glares at me, "Did I say you could order a drink, Zaria?" He asks and I know he wants me to be nice and obedient, saying something along the lines of, 'No sir, I am so sorry' but he's not getting that. 

        I smile, "No, but I wanted something to drink other than aqua. Also, it's Z-A-R-A... How many times do I have to correct you?" I raise a brow and then watch him smirk and lean back. He looks like he's thinking of something witty to say, but he just chuckles and shrugs his broad shoulders. 

        "Well my dad calls you it, so why can't I?" He raises a brow back at me. 

        "That's my full name... only my parents and your dad call me it. To everyone else, it should be Zara. Not Zaria." I say strongly and he nods slowly. I then smile super sweetly, "I mean, I'm sure you wouldn't like it if I started calling you Don." 

        "Go ahead." 

        "I wouldn't feel very comfortable calling you that--" 

        "And why is that?" He asks, seeming intrigued and I roll my eyes, causing him to laugh, "Let me guess, cause Layne seems to be the only one to call me it? She's not." He confirms. I just nod my head and then he chuckles, "You don't like her." He states the obvious, "She doesn't like you either." He informs me.

        I blow out a dramatic relieved breath of air, "Oh thank God, for a second I thought she wanted to be my friend!" I exclaim with mock enthusiasm. Donovan laughs at me and then just shakes his head.

        "You're such a brat, Zaria. Hurry and pick out your appetizer and entree before the waiter comes back." He says between laughs and I crack a smile, then pick up my menu and use it to cover my face. We silently pick our dishes and by the time the waiter comes back with our drinks, we're ready. I say what I want, Donovan says what he wants, then she removes our menus and leaves. I happily pour my tea into one of the tea cups she gave and then lift it up to my lips, taking a sip. 

        Holy shit, this is that tea where it needs no more sugar, it's perfect the way it's made. 

        "Damn, this is good tea." I groan and Donovan glares at me. 

        "It better be." 

        I smile and then we are silent until the food is brought out. Donovan puts his phone down on the table and I watch him greedily make room for the appetizers to be sat down. I stop sipping my tea, thank the waiter and then dig in. Donovan got some Teriyaki chicken sticks and I got pot stickers. I dip one into my soy sauce and then scowl as Donovan reaches over and takes one from my plate, taking a monstrous bite out of it.

        "These are good." He mumbles with a mouthful, then finishes it by stuffing the rest in his mouth. I roll my eyes and just eat slowly. I smile down at my phone as it's a message from Maxy. He's so sweet, just telling me that he enjoyed our time together today -- again. Man, what I would give to have a boyfriend like him. I look up to see Donovan texting on his phone with greasy fingers and I snort, then stop eating. I don't want to get full off of my appetizer before my actual food comes. 

        "So can we come to an agreement?" I randomly as Donovan.

        He looks up from his phone, "What kind?" He glances back down and I say it quickly. 

        "Can you not have sex with Layne while I'm in the house and not torture me when I have company over? First day alone and you were a major dick about it. Yet you had your girlfriend over, a dip in the pool, a dip in between her legs and I got my crush to come drive to see me, my first kiss and my first make out session, my crush kicked out, choked and an upset stomach." I rush out and though I said all of that, he laughs at me and of course points out the one he found the most interesting. 

        "You've never kissed anyone before today? What the fuck!? You're sixteen!" He laughs louder and my face feels like it's going to melt off. I open my mouth, but he pants out through his laughter about me probably being a virgin too and laughs even louder, "No wonder why me and Layne make you uncomfortable. Look, maybe I can make an exception. Besides, it's weird trying to get it on with an annoying brat in the house. Sure, I'll stop with her at the house -- intimately, but you cannot bring that guy over without telling me." He strictly orders and I sigh loudly. 

        I guess that is fair, "Alright. Deal." I say and hold out my hand. He looks at it outstretched across the table and scoffs, but wraps his around mine and shakes firmly. 

        "So fucking weird." He grunts, then lets my hand go. I ignore the warmth surging through me and am glad when the actual food comes to offer a distraction. Halfway through my plate full of food, I'm full and I get a text from my mom asking how things are going and that their plane trip was good. I decide to show her instead of explaining and then open up my camera and snap a picture of Donovan with noodles hanging from his mouth. 

        He looks up with wide eyes as the flash blinds him, "What the fuck are you doing?" He grumbles with a mouth full of food. 

        "Texting my mother." I simply say, then attach the photo while captioning underneath, 

        'Fine. Out to eat with the pig... he's not too bad.' 

        Donovan still looks annoyed, but I quickly sit my phone down and snatch his fork off his plate as he's taking a bite out of an egg roll, then I twirl some of his noodles onto the fork and bring it to my mouth. His eyes darken, but I separate my lips and place his fork into my mouth, sucking it clear of noodles, "Wow, these are good." I say while covering my mouth with my cast covered mitten hand and he looks astonished that I just ate off his fork. 

        I expect him to freak on me about placing my mouth on it, but he instead takes it back from me and pops it back into his mouth with a smirk, "I know they are and Zaria... don't touch my shit." 

        My eyes are wide and he looks amused, but doesn't say anything else about it. 

        Well damn. 

~~~~~

-Next Morning- 

        As I roll off of my rock hard hand cast and rub my sore rib cage with my non broken fingers, I start thinking about how last night after the days events, wasn't actually bad. Me and Donovan actually had some laughs and overall got to know each other. I'd say we now have an acquaintance level of .25 percent. 

        I smile and then yawn loudly. I roll off the bed and peel my yoga shorts down from inside of my thighs and make my way to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, wash my face and brush out my hair, then I put it up in a high ponytail and trudge down the stairs for some food. I get on the last step and enter the kitchen, freezing and feeling so many emotions at once. 

        Nervousness, self consciousness and embarrassment. 

        Sitting around the table are some of the hottest guys I've ever seen up close. I stare at Donovan as he looks up from his bowl of cereal, laughing loudly and then he scans me, "Oh, morning brat. Guys, this is my dads fiancee's daughter." He murmurs and one of the guys who is a blonde laughs. 

        "Dude, you mean your soon to be stepsister?" 

        "Yeah, whatever." Donovan grunts and I go to leave the kitchen, but the blonde senses my uncomfortable mood. 

        He smiles, "Don't mind us... you can do whatever you were coming in here to do." Blondie says and then a redhead grins. He gets up from his chair and winks at me. 

        "You can sit in my seat when you're done." 

        The kitchen erupts into laughter and I blush, then quickly scurry over to the fridge and hide behind it once I open the door. I try to tune them out, but they're being really loud. 

        "Dude she's fucking hot." 

        "Um, dude -- she's sixteen fucking years old, calm down." Donovan says. 

        Some other voice I don't recognize scoffs, "Who cares? Is she into older guys?" 

        Donovan doesn't answer him and I continue to act like I don't know what they're talking about, nor can I hear it. I close the fridge door and then start to quickly make my food. I ignore the boys banter with each other and before I know it, I'm finished with my food. I made french toast sticks with egg batter mixed with cinnamon. I set the sticks on my plate, then start to clean my mess. Once I finish, I sit what I used in the dishwasher, then gasp as Donovan's in front of me when I turn around, with his bowl in his hands. 

        His friends laugh and he smirks, "Scared you? Can you put these in there for me?" He asks and I narrow my eyes, then walk around him; ignoring him. His friends laugh louder and I go to my plate of food, pick it up and try to leave the kitchen, but redhead steps in front of me. 

        "Where you going? Eat in here, we won't bite--" 

        "Hard." A brunette winks and I swallow thickly and try to maneuver around him, but Blondie shoves redhead aside and grins at me. 

        "Ignore them, they're jackasses -- I'm Zach." He holds out his hands for my plate of food and I glance to see Donovan angrily glaring at me. When we lock eyes, he shakes his head in a 'you better not fucking stay' gesture. I look back at Zach and then decide to not piss Donovan off so early in the day.

        I take a few steps back and murmur lowly, "I'm Zara and thanks, but no thanks. Goodbye." I turn around and scurry out of the kitchen, then hear them mess with Zach. I realize I forgot my syrup and am about to go back, but then I hear them clearer. 

        "Aw, Zach and Zara -- that's fucking adorable. Both of them have blonde hair and Z names, which means they can name all their blonde kids names with Z's and then have a big AZZ family!" Sounds like it's brunette who cackles the joke and then the others burst into laughter.

        "Careful Zachary, Donovan looks like he's gonna be that over protective stepbrother." It sounds like redhead who makes that joke. 

        I furrow my brows and then widen my eyes as Donovan's voice snarls at them, "It's not fucking funny, Jack. None of you guys better not fuck with her -- she's too young for any of you and I'm already having a hard time getting her off this nineteen year old guys dick. Zach, I'm serious... keep your smiles to your fucking self. She's too young for you." He snaps. 

        Wow okay, I've heard enough to not go back in there... who needs syrup with french toast sticks anyways?