Extraordinary

"No Cheap Ass Losers."

Chapter 8

        I don't know if I'm suppose to stay in my room permanently now, because all of those guys are still here. It's now around noon and I finished my breakfast and still have my used dish in here. I can hear the guys in Donovan's room across the hall, so now seems like the perfect time to get out. 

        I peek my head out and hold my breath as it's quiet, besides the muffled laughter and shouts coming from Donovan's closed bedroom door. So as the coast seems to be clear, I trot out into the hall and quickly pad may way down the stairs. My phone in my bra starts to vibrate once I get into the kitchen, so I set my plate on the counter and quickly dig my phone out. 

        Heart failure -- it's Max! 

        Answering it like my life depends on it, I place it up to my ear and try to cool down some, "Hey Maxy." I coo happily and his deep chuckle makes me shudder with really good feelings.

        "Hello Zar, so I miss you already. You should ask the ass if I can come over again." He suggests and I smile then hold my phone to my ear with my shoulder as I need my good hand to set my plate in the dishwasher. 

        I place it in and then breathe out, "Yeah I'll ask him only because I miss your face." I giggle and then blush as he groans. 

        "Dammit Zar you make me want to jump through this phone. Okay go and ask him -- cause I'm literally ready, keys in hand, waiting for the okay." He says seriously and I almost want to squeal in his ear with happiness. I keep cool, but run like a damn race horse all the way through the house, up the stairs and to Donovan's room. I place Max on silent so he can't hear me, then I knock on Donovan's door. 

        The guys inside all quiet down and he gives the okay for someone closer by to answer it. The door swings open and redhead's grinning like a creep, "Hello Zara." He continues to smile at me uncomfortably and I smile faintly, then look over as Donovan looks me up and down with an attitude it seems. 

        "What do you want, Zaria?" He drones and I feel my cheeks getting hot just by the fact I have to ask him for permission on this. How fucking embarrassing. 

        "Um, Max is gonna come over... i-if that's okay." I slightly stutter and he finally looks directly at me. His eyes bore into mine and I feel like I'm about to turn to stone. All the guys are watching us quietly. 

        He rolls his eyes, "For two hours and if in you're in your room, door open." He growls. What? He actually gave me permission? Well, we did make that deal last night, but still! This is so damn great!

        "Thank you!" I shriek, smile at everyone then run out of his room. I take Max off of silent, "Alright Maxy, it's on and bring some swimming trunks because it's hot as fuck outside and I want to sit in the pool." I say with excitement. Max's voice chuckles in my ear in a sexy way. 

        "You're so adorable Zar, but don't you have a cast? You can't get that wet, beautiful." He teases and I groan in annoyance that I forgot all about the stupid rock hard mitten shaped cast over my left hand. I then remember when I take my showers that I wrap it in grocery bags. 

        I start digging through my drawers for a swimsuit as I now have Max on speaker phone, "It's cool, we can stay in the shallow end and I'll have it covered, so we won't have to worry about it. Sound good?" I ask and his laughter is like my favorite thing to hear ever. He starts shifting around on his end of the line and I get giddy as I can hear his car start up in the background. 

        He sighs heavily, "I hate to end this call so soon, but I'd rather see your face, so I'll see you in about forty-five to fifty minutes, Zar." 

        "See you." I pant and then he hangs up. Gosh, Zara come on! Why do you always sound so fucking desperate!? I start to smack myself on the forehead rapidly and then I quickly get back to my swimsuit hunt. After I find it, I lay it out on my bed and am about to change into it, but I decide I want my hair up but I am not going through the hassle I went through this morning. 

        Since I don't have two good hands, it was hell getting my hair into that high ponytail -- and it was horrid even when I got it up. I sigh heavily and then decide I'll have to wait for Max to get here and ask him to do it for me. I quickly hop around my room, struggling to put on my swim suit, then I throw my sleep clothes back on over it. 
        
        Once I'm ready, I decide that make-up will be pointless, though I don't wear much anyways, but it'll probably come off due to the pool. I start to pace my room now, just waiting for Max to get here. This is crazy, second day here alone with Donovan and Max has wanted to come over again even after the first tragic time. Okay, so this must mean that in some fucked up way -- he really likes me and is willingly to make this work.

        My face starts to heat up and then after a few more long minutes, I about die as Max rings the doorbell, but this time it is really loud and noticeable. I quickly leave out of my room and ignore the sound of Donovan's room door creaking open. Fuck, he's so... Donovan. 

        I rush down the stairs, unlock the locks and then swing the door open. Max looks good and it makes me giggle as he even put his noise making chains on his swim trunks. I grin up at him, "You're so fucking cool, Maxy." I tease and lean forward, smacking at his chains.

        His grin is wolfish, "Well thank you Zar, if you think I'm cool then I have nothing else to work at. How are you?" He steps inside and when I close the door, he wraps me up into the biggest hug ever. Fuck it's an amazing hug, "You look great, but then again it's been two days alone with him and I need to know the truth." He says. 

        When we pull away, I blow out a dramatic breath, "Well, I'm still alive so that's something. Seriously though, I'm fine." I say slowly, getting lost in his wonderful hazel colored eyes. He smiles at me beautifully and I kick my self, "Oh, um, lets go to my room and get ready to go out back and use the pool." I suggest. He nods in agreement and grabs my hand, letting me lead him up the stairs. 

        Okay, libido combustion in three, two, one. 

        We get to the top of the stairs and into my room, then I have to stop myself from closing the door, cause I almost forget and Donovan will kill me -- literally, he may kill me. I let Max's hand go and hold my hair tie up to him, "Do you mind? I did one this morning and it was scary." I laugh lightly and he steps forward and takes the hair tie from me. 

        "Of course I don't mind... especially if I get to touch this beautiful hair of yours." He breathes and I can feel my mouth fall open. I turn around so he can gather up my hair and then slightly shudder once his hands are gently pulling it all up and back. My breathing then stops as he lets out a breath through his nose, "You know Zara, lately all I've been able to think about is you..." He trails off and my heart starts to slam as he tightens the hair tie around about three times, but he doesn't let my hair go, "About how young and innocent you are, to everything I'm basically skilled in and I started to think to myself..." His voice is as soft as a thought is. Suddenly, one of his hands tighten around my ponytail and pull it to the side, "I could teach you so much, if you'd let me. I mean, I definitely think you would, but then again I care and respect everything you are and have -- including your beautiful innocence. Though you are so young, a lot of girls your age don't have it." 

        Oh my fucking gosh, he's talking about my virginity. 

        "So I tell myself every day that I don't need it, but it doesn't change the fact that... I want it. I really want it. You're just so beautifully unique and different and I think you can trust me. So, Zara what I'm trying to say is... keep it. You never know when it'll be the right time to give it away, even if it's not me, just don't lose it and regret it. Okay beautiful?" He breathes onto me, nearly killing me as his lips have been trailing up the space on my neck from him holding my head sideways with my ponytail. Since I am unable to create words, I just nod slowly. 

        He lets my hair go and walks in front of me, smiling tightly. Jeez Max, "A-Alright, um we can get undressed by the pool. Come on." I choke out and he grabs my hand again and then follows me back through the house. We stop in the kitchen and I let his hand go to get out our saved plastic grocery bags from under the sink and Max starts to laugh at me. 

        "You're adorable, Zar." 

        "No, I'm embarrassing. Help me out again?" I ask and he smirks, but comes up to me and starts to wrap the bags around my cast. Soon when there are two securely on, he grabs my good hand again and we continue towards the back door, sliding it open and stepping outside. I groan, "Damn it's hot." 

        "You're hot." Max flirts and I laugh like a little toddler. 

        He lets my hand go and runs towards the deep end and I laugh, then scream as he jumps in, splashing me. When he resurfaces, he looks like a freaking God as the sun is shining and he's dripping wet, "I probably should have took off my shirt and shoes first!" He splutters and I cover my mouth while giggling as he climbs out of the pool. He walks up to me, "Help me out, Zar." 
        
        "I only have one hand." I hold up my good one and he grins, grabbing one edge of his shirt and nodding me towards the other end. I blush brightly and peel it off his skin with him, watching his printed abs come to life. Jesus he's so fucking perfect it makes me want to cry. I step closer to him, "Okay, did any of these hurt?" I ask while studying them. 

        He chuckles, "The rib cage ones hurt the most, now come on and get wet. Have you used this pool since you've been living here?" He wonders and I shake my head, causing him to rush me to undress. I giggle and slowly pull my shorts down with one hand, then he groans, "Forget it, I've got it." 

        I could get use to this. 

        He kneels down and grips both sides of my shorts; pulling them down quickly to reveal my navy blue bikini bottoms. He tosses my shorts onto a lounge chair close to the pool, then he grabs my shirt and gently takes it off and carefully over my cast, leaving me in my bikini. 

        "Zar, I approve." He breathes and I scoff, then shove him backwards. He humors me by staggering backwards and purposefully falling into the pool. I laugh in amusement and then sit on the edge, dipping my legs in. Max swims over to me and strokes my legs softly under the water, "You look so amazing right now." He whispers and I lean down; running my fingers through his wet chestnut colored hair. 

        "And you look hot." 

        "Hot?!" He feigns shock and then pulls himself up between my legs and drags me into the pool. My legs wrap around his as he treads the water and then his mouth is on mine and we're making out. His lips are soft and moist from the cool water of the pool and I thought I liked him touching me sensually when our clothes are on -- but having barely any clothes on and kissing him like this is amazing. 

        Just when I'm really getting into it, I hear a low whistle, followed by loud shouting and then suddenly a huge wave of water splashes over me and Max; drenching me as Max is already wet.         

        "WHAT THE HELL!?" I scream, checking my now wet grocery bag covered cast and then I'm being sat back onto the edge of the pool, watching four huge bodies splash around in the pool. I shriek as Donovan's voice is suddenly at my ear. 

        "Hello Zaria, hot ass day isn't it? Thought we'd come and enjoy the cool pool with you and your friend here. Max, is it?" He glares at me without Max noticing and then extends his hand towards him. Max shoots me a confused look, but is polite so he grabs Donovan's hand. Donovan grins, "I'm Donovan or the ass -- either one is fine with me." He says seriously and I literally growl. 

        I scream as someone yanks my leg and then dark red hair emerges from between my legs, "Zara has some blondes that need trimming." He teases and I cross my legs, burning red in the face. Okay, that was embarrassing, I don't even have a come back for him. 

        Donovan snaps, "Jack! I'll fucking kick your ass man, what'd I say? Keep it clean, you bitch!" He rolls his eyes when he looks at me and then jumps into the pool. He splashes me as well and I pout as Max is holding in a laugh. 

        "Zar, you want to get out?" He asks and I shake my head, then look over as Donovan comes swimming over to us. He nods towards Max. 

        "Tryna play some water volleyball with us?" He asks and I scowl. 

        "Actually, he's here with me, not for you and your hooligans." I seethe and then blush as Zach gasps from nearby.

        "Zara, are you really this mean?" Zach asks and I close my mouth as Donovan interrupts me. 

        "She's hostile, Zach. And Zaria, your two hours with him is up, so he either leaves or stays and plays the game. I'm helping you out." He smirks at me and I shake my head slowly in annoyance, remembering the conversation that I overheard him having with his friends about me and Max this morning. He's so fucking weird. 

        I shudder as a cool hand rests on my thigh, "Zara, I'll play to stay. Breathe, beautiful." He smiles breathtakingly at me and I smile back, leaning forward indicating that I want a kiss, but then instead get a face full of water. I cough it out of my nose and flutter my eyes open to see Donovan towing a shocked Max away. 

        "ALRIGHT, LETS FUCKING KILL IT! Jack, Tyler, Zach -- you're a team! Me, Kevin and Maxy are another team. Lets get it!" He shouts and I take my legs out of the water and then self consciously look down to see a few barely noticeable fine blonde strands peeking from my bikini line. Fucking bastard Jack, why the hell was the perv looking anyways? 

        I watch the boys get the net setup from the tub of pool toys and then glare as Donovan floats over to me and winks, "Get the ball for us, Zaria. You can be scorekeeper." He nominates me and then turns around, heading back to the guys already getting worked up on either side of the pool. I get up and stomp over to the fence of the backyard where the volleyball is just sitting, then I turn around and throw it hard, aiming right at Donovan's face. 

        He doesn't even fucking flinch, he just holds up a hand and catches it effortlessly, then he smiles at me in a devious way, "Thanks Zaria!" He says loud enough for me to hear, ending it with a malicious wink. I roll my eyes and stubbornly make my way to the lounge chair with my clothes and Max's wet ones. I lay on my stomach and look at Donovan as he starts yelling the rules out. 

        "Alright! If the ball goes out of the pool, it's a foul and goes to the other team! If you drown, no one's fucking saving your ass, if you can't take the shit talk then take your ass home and if you suck and fuck shit up, no one's going to comfort your crying ass! We're gonna go until five points. Five points wins the game!" He twirls the ball on top of the water. 

        Jack smirks and calls out to him from the deep end, "What's the wager!? I say the wager is whoever wins gets to pluck Zara's bikini line!" He shouts and then I gasp and watch them all stifle laughs -- including Max. Donovan launches the ball over the net and it smacks Jack right in the side of his face as he's laughing.

        Donovan points fiercely at him, "I'm not gonna say it again, Jack -- keep it clean. Now, there can be a wager and it's not going to involve fucking, sucking, licking, groping or landscaping Zaria. Who else has something?" He looks around and then Zach grins. 

        "How about losers buys dinner tonight. I smell a sleepover plus free dinner!" Zach nods in excitement and I shake my head. 

        "I don't want to be here with you all tonight! Can Maxy stay?!" I ask and Donovan glares at me. 

        "Hell no. Keep your mouth shut and stay over there, scorekeeper. Anyways, free dinner sounds good." Donovan throws the ball up a few times. 

        Max chuckles, "Losers not only have to buy dinner, but also has to buy it from B-Dubs. No cheap ass losers tonight." He says and I giggle as he looks devious and greedy. 

        "Aw hell yeah." 

        "That's what's up."

        The boys start to murmur in agreement and Donovan chuckles, "That's true, no cheap ass losers! Alright, let get this started -- Zaria, keep the score and don't be afraid to call someone out on their shit." He nods towards me and I sit up on the lounge chair. 

        "Oh I don't think that'll be a problem." 

        His eyes roll and he tosses me the ball, "Set it up." He commands and I stand self consciously right on the line of the net, then smack the ball high in the air, watching the two guys in the front of the net on each side jump up, ready to smack the ball over to their side to get it first. 

        This is going to be fun to watch -- and not just because Donovan and Max are both on the shallow end so I can always see their bodies.

        No, bad Zara!  

        The ball gets to Jack's side first and he cackles while smacking it up in the air a few times, "I'm going to make this ball my bitch." He growls and then smacks it over the net, only getting it smacked right back by Donovan. 

        "Bitch my ass." Donovan growls and I giggle at how verbally abusive their getting. Even Max starts to get in his shit talking once he catches on to their names. 

        "Jack you're fucking whack, that was a foul ass play!" He smacks a whole tidal wave of water into the net and it nearly drowns Jack. Donovan and the quiet one; Kevin, laughs and I quickly retrieve the ball as it flew over to the backdoor. When I get it and stand up, I scowl as fiery red hair appears in the glass door and I walk over to the pool and aggressively throw the ball at Donovan. 

        "Expecting someone?" I ask tightly and he furrows his brows, then his entire face scrunches up into confusion. 

        He turns towards Zach and whisper shouts over the net, "What the fuck is Layne doing here?" He asks and Zach just shrugs. 

        "Just cause she's my cousin doesn't mean I know what she's doing all the time. You probably haven't been responding back to her texts. She's fucking clingy as shit, bro. You know that." He chuckles and Donovan gives me the look that says, 'there goes your answer'. I roll my eyes and then turn around, scowling even more as Layne walks over with barely anything on her body. At least the triangles of my bikini covers more than my nipples. 

        She struts over to the lounge chair next to mine and smiles sweetly, "Hi Zaria. Gonna be a bitch today?" She snaps and I ignore her completely, then turn to the boys who are all subtly watching.

         I place my good hand on my hip, "What the fuck are you all looking at? Start it back up!" I snap and they all start to play again. I blow out a deep breath and sit on the lounge chair next to Layne as she's sensually rubbing some suntan lotion on her already perfectly tanned skin.

        She suddenly stops and then peers over the rim of her sunglasses, "Who's the tattooed guy?" She asks and I suddenly feel extremely jealous. I whip my head towards her and almost want to fight her again.

        "No one you need to fucking know." I spat and she smirks, places her sunglasses back over her eyes and stays silent.

        Like what the fuck? She has Donovan who looks damn good as Max does and she's still fucking looking? Come on now.

        I watch as Jack spikes the ball suddenly and it flies past Donovan's outstretched arm. He angrily smacks the water as the ball hits it behind him, earning Jack, Zach and Tyler the first point. Jack laughs loudly, "What's the matter Don? Getting mad?" He taunts and I watch as Donovan throws the ball angrily over the net.

        "Just fucking set the shit!" He snarls and glances over to me and Layne.

        I clear my throat, "One to Nothing!" 

        "THANK YOU, PRINCESS FUCKING OBVIOUS!" Donovan shouts back at me and I blush in embarrassment. 

        Max waves at me encouragingly, "You're doing great, Zar!" I smile at him in pure happiness and Layne laughs next to me. I try to tune her out, but I still think she thinks we're somewhat friends still.

        "Ignore Don, he's a hothead about everything. He's especially a sore loser, but he won't lose. They've worked him up now." She smirks and then cups her hand to her mouth, "YEAH BABY! YOU GET PISSED OFF! SHOW THEM WHO THEY'RE SCREWING WITH!" She yells and Donovan stays focused on the game. I watch him closely for a few seconds and notice his spikes are harder, his jumps are higher and then I smirk a little. 

        A hothead about everything? I definitely wouldn't have guessed it.