𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 ζ zorbyn

quince

corbyn's mind was blank, his mouth was ajar and the hand that held his phone trembled slightly.

the blond tinged several times until his thoughts returned to planet earth. Why is zach at the gabbie's party? what is he doing there?

corbyn could only think one thing. zach had gone with the intention of meeting him at that party. he wanted to believe that.

"hello, are you still there?" anna asked after the long silence of the blonde.

"yes, i..."

"you have to come corbs, i'm talking seriously, surely gabbie found out that you broke up with zach and that's why she's acting like that with him."

corbyn swallowed and made a decision. "i 'm coming."

"that's my baby, come and show gabbie who's in charge." answered anna.

corbyn hung up the call and ran to his room to get ready, took the quickest shower of his life and dressed as fast as he could. his hair was still wet when he left the house, little drops drenched his white shirt.

fifteen minutes later corbyn was in front of gabbie's house, which was a big mansion. the front was full of luxurious cars. there were a few guys and girls outside chatting, but the real scandal was inside the house. corbyn paid the taxi driver and got out of the car.

the music was so outrageous that even the windows rumbled and the lights inside the house changed color as they went on and off. the entrance door was open so corbyn had no problem entering, because otherwise he was sure that gabbie wouldn't let him in any way.

corbyn went through the lobby to the living room which seemed to have become the dance floor of a dive. he tried to find anna or daniel but it was impossible, the colored lights turning on and off were quite annoying to his eyes.

some hands on his waist slid to his hip and then hit the body of that person. and corbyn, assuming that person was zach, placed his hands on his.

"would you dance with me, corbs?" whispered shawn's voice against his ear.

corbyn immediately got rid of his grip and turned to face him. shawn had a handsome face, his hair was brown and a really piercing gaze, but never in his life had corbyn been attracted to him. for him he was just one of jack avery's best friends, his ex.

and it was also the guy who used to hooked up with christina for two months.

"shawn." he murmured. he knew that shawn was capable of making out why everybody who crossed his path. "have you seen my friends?"

his hands went back to corbyn's waist and he tried to hit his body against his, this time corbyn tried to resist. his breath reeked of alcohol, he was sure he had drunk more than a couple of beers that night. in other words, the boy was drunk.

corbyn placed his hands on his chest and tried to push him away again, but his fingers clung to him tightly, his intention wasn't to let him go so easily. "come on, dance with me." he insisted, ignoring the blonde's question.

"i'm looking for anna or daniel. haven't you seen them?"

but talking to shawn was like talking to a rock, shawn was only focus on putting his hands on corbyn's body. the blond had no choice but to push him hard to stop touching him, he didn't like him to do that and less with those intentions.