Zobeida De Jesus was the 20-year-old sister of Zabdiel, a member of CNCO. She was by no means riding her brother's coattails, already a successful actress in a tv show called 'Shadowhunters'. This firey, headstrong, Latina moves to Ecuador with the...
Base pulsing through her veins, Zoe's hips swung around in sultry circles. Madison was across the room with Zabdiel, his hands on her hips. Erick and Richard had found someone to dance with, as had their innocent little Joel. Up until that moment, Zoe had been dancing by herself. Then she felt a body press up against her from behind, the man turning her around. "Hola, gorgeous."
"I'm waiting for someone," She lied from the skin of her teeth, trying to pry out of his grip. His slicked-back blonde hair and sweaty odor overcame her senses first. Then it was his yellow teeth and how his hands wouldn't release her. "You're hurting me, let go." It seemed that the boys had all disappeared from the room, an uneasy feeling settling in her chest. One last card to pull. "I have a boyfriend, he won't be happy when he comes back to see your hands on me."
"Now now, baby." He grinned, horrid breath fanning her face. Steering her backward, Zoe could feel her tailbone smack against the wall. His fingers dug into her upper arm, sure to leave bruises the next day. Hell, the way things were going she wasn't too sure she'd see the next day. She watched too much 'Criminal Minds' to be positive at that moment. "I don't see your boyfriend anywhere,"
"You would if you turned around," Every nerve in Zoe's body relaxed over the familiar voice. Of course, the man had enough stupidity to turn around with a smirk. "I believe my girl asked you to take your hands off of her," Christopher stepped even closer, glaring down at the man due to his exceeding height. A terrifying glint reflected in Christopher's eyes, one that sent unexpected warmth through Zoe's body. "So, I would do that before I remove them from your body entirely." He growled, finally getting his point across to the man scurrying away.
"Tu estas bein, Princesa." Christopher purred reassuringly, gently slipping one arm around her body. "Come on, I'm taking you home." Zoe didn't argue, still in shock from a few moments ago. He helped her into the passenger seat of his truck, sending a quick text to the rest of the group. Not that they would notice their absence for several hours. "I'm gonna need you to say something before I turn around and kill that guy."
He shocked the silence out of her with one simple sentence. "Don't do that, you're too pretty for prison." Sometimes, Zoe really didn't have a filter. It was something she'd been working on for the entire twenty years of her life. Christopher glanced over at the girl, a startled laugh escaping his lips. "Besides, I'm fine, okay? You saved me," She reached for the hand sitting in between them, gently lacing their fingers.
The motion felt right in more ways than one. Firstly, they fit together like a lock and key. Secondly, it sent bolts of lightning up their veins until it rested in their entire bloodstream. And lastly, the action came so easily, so natural, that it made them feel insane for not ever having their hands together.
During filming, they always found a way to be near one another. Whether it was when she was in the pool with Madison, he would be standing on the sidelines. When the boys were making their way down the hall looking at women and picking one to touch, she was the one he chose. Even at the end when everyone was passed out, his head was on her shoulder. Sure, they'd have to explain it to Zabdiel later but it wasn't spectacularly hard to lie.
"What's on your mind, Princesa?" Christopher squeezed her hand, pulling her from her thoughts. Zoe stayed silent, simply watching every little move he made the entire way home. "You know I'll always protect you, right?" His eyes flickered over as they pulled up to their house, turning the car off but making no moves to get out. She smiled, rubbing circles on the back of his hand with her thumb.
"I know, Guapo. I know," Zoe begrudgingly released him, climbing out of the car. Christopher followed suit, walking not even a foot behind her. "How about a movie night to make it up to you?" She offered once they'd reached their rooms, pausing just inside her doorway. He grinned, motioning that he needed to change first. "Me too, come in when you're ready."
Opening her dresser, Zoe searched for the black shirt of Erick's she'd stolen and a pair of spandex shorts. She changed in the bathroom, taking a few extra minutes to wash her face and plait her hair into two separate braids. Zoe was so used to not wearing a bra when she slept that she didn't even consider the fact Christopher would be waiting when she walked back into her room.
Christopher looked up from her laptop, long frame already sprawled out over most of her bed. Zoe took a running leap beside him, almost whacking him with one of her braids. "Disney marathon?" She questioned, her head resting on his chest while he fiddled with the computer. He hummed in agreeance, running his hand up and down her side.
