Zollanya

Chapter 3

As Zachary held my hand and led me, I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach. I was also very nervous because I could feel myself shaking and my heart beating fast. He turned around and gave me a quick smile before turning back around, focusing on where he was leading me.

We entered the food court and I became confused. Why are we here? I certainly wasn't going to buy myself the food and he might be too hype to buy for me.

He led me to a group of people and I realised we weren't going to link or eat, but he was just taking me to his friends. I was terrified.

I saw Becca Yurdronk sitting beside Paula, who was in between her and Aliyah Chagoat. I also saw Christoff, (Briana's other boyfriend), Ristan delicious, Moses Levy and other smoking hot boys.

He sat down, then told me to do the same and so I did.

"No, I meant on my seat," he said, smirking.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion until I saw him widen his legs.

"Oh, sorry," I said blushing and took a seat on his lap. I could feel his boner coming up and I blushed even harder.

"So," Paula began. "You're Anya right?" She says smiling.

"Yeah. Paula right?" I return a smile. Of course I had to pretend I wasn't obsessed with looking like her.

"Yeah. Zachary has told us so much about you!"

What? I can't help the blush that forms on my cheeks and I have to fight the smile begging to form on my lips.

In the corner of my eyes I see Aliyah crossing her arms with an upset look on her face. Huh?

Paula seems to notice and asks her if she's okay. She just nods and gruffly says 'Just fine.'

I feel Daddy wrap his arms around me and without realizing what I'm doing, I lean into his touch. He felt so warm and comfortable, and so hard.

He nibbles on my ear while the others are deep in their own conversation.

He presses a kiss just below my ear and I can't help but melt. If I were standing my knees would surely give out.

He places a trail of kisses on my neck then whispers in my ear.

"Wanna get out of here baby?"

I couldn't trust my voice so I simply nodded and stood up. He placed his hand on my ass then led me away. I swore I heard Aliyah whisper "bitch" when we were walking off.

Wait. Where are we even going? What are we doing? No. What am I doing?

As soon as we are out of sight he pushes me against the wall and forceably press his lips on mine.

I feel my knees become wobbly and right as I am about to fall, he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. He kisses even harder, then bites my lip. I let out a moan and that's when he slipped his tongue in.

Our tongues molded together perfectly, and he tasted of strawberries. I love strawberries. I love this boy.

His hands started to roam my body, one of his hands cupping my boob and the other holding my ass, which he gave a tight squeeze. He broke apart from the kiss only to start peppering my neck with kisses of lust.

Was lust all he felt towards me? Maybe. But at least I was getting something from Zach

"Zachary," I moaned, unable to keep it in any more.

He pulled away and his hand that was cupping my boob slapped me across my face and I felt a light sting.

"Call me daddy, bitch," he lowly hissed, then smirked and placed a kiss on my nose.

"Sorry, daddy," I said in a rather seductive manner.

"That's it, princess. Now get on your knees."

I am utterly shocked by his statement. There is no way I would give him a blow job. Firstly, he is only using me to fulfill his sexual desires. Secondly, we do not even know each other that well. This is like, my third time ever speaking to Zachary.

"No," I firmly say.

"What? Bitch what did you just say to me? To your daddy?" He replies, anger taking over his features.

"I will not," I say and begin walking away.

As hard as it is to say no to him, I will not stoop so low to this boy I am only acquainted with. Funny isn't it? How he can call me a bitch and slap me but I refused to give him a blowjob. Wow.

I walk until I meet with my friends again, when I am told that my dad is here to pick me up. We bid our farewells and I leave.

On the way home, I am completely drowned in my thoughts. They are all about Zachary, though, and I try to push them away. How could he think so low of me? I cannot believe it. Actually I can, because that is what boys are like nowadays. All they want is a proper hood suck.

I am so lost in thought that I don't even notice when we pull up in my driveway. I get out of the car, into my house and straight to my room. I plop down on my bed and pull out my phone.

After ten minutes of checking my One Direction updates, I am interrupted by the growling of my stomach. I sigh and get up, heading straight for the kitchen.

I see my six year-old brother on the counter playing with the cupboards. I simply pull out a chair for him so it is easy for him to come down when he is ready.

I take a Doritos, Ruffles, Lays, a german chocolate cupcake, a bottle of water and head back to my room.

I go on my personal Twitter and see that Zachary tweeted.

@Zacdgs: We don't chase em, we replace em!! ☝☝
23secs ago.

I feel anger start to boil and I feel like I want to hurt him so badly. I refresh my timeline and see that he tweeted again.

@Zacdgs: Except this one, gotta get back my baby ❤
4secs ago.

I feel my cheeks become heated and if I had a white girl's complexion there would be no doubt I look like a tomato.

I start jumping up and down as I take a screenshot and send it to the WhatsApp group I'm in. I could not feel as happy as I am now.

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