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...
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"Your ass is mine, Colón!"
Christopher, Richard, Zabdiel, and Joel watched as Zoe tackled Erick to the ground. It was expected, they'd been waiting for it to happen for over thirty minutes. After all, Erick had been blowing a bubble gun directly in her face and ignoring it every time she asked for him to stop. Everyone knew she wasn't the most patient person in the world, especially when bubbles were being popped in her eyes. So, when they saw a tall scrawny boy being pinned to the ground by a shorter, curvier girl it didn't come as much of a surprise.
"Did I not tell you to stop? No, you insisted on annoying the fuck out of me." She smacked him in the back of his head, using her body weight to keep him on the ground. Christopher honestly found it kinda hot, seeing her in such control. Her bra peeked out the bottom of her cropped black shirt, pink sweatpants falling low on her hips. He could see her tattoo peeking out beside her belly button piercing and found himself wanting to run his tongue along the pattern. "Now, do it again and I'm pushing your ass into the pool. Got it?"
Erick muttered a yes into the ground, Zoe releasing his neck. "Good." She straightened herself out and waltzed over to where the boys were, wordlessly taking Christopher's beer. He didn't argue since he couldn't care less, there were more. "Gracias," Zoe handed him back his half-empty drink, running a hand through her hair. "What time is our flight to Miami tomorrow?" She flopped down beside Christopher, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Noon," Joel answered as the most responsible of the group, which was surprising. Richard was a close second, then Zabdiel, Christopher, and Erick. "We should get there around nine so that we have enough time to eat once we get through security." Richard sighed in happiness, knowing that he would get to see Aaliyah and Alyson when they finally reached Florida. The girls, including the rest of Little Mix, were already in Miami. "At least we get to spend the week there,"
They got a whole week in Miami with a show smack in the middle. It was their 'date' time for the four public couples. Christopher and Zoe were sure to go out with the rest of Little Mix and disappear from the pack once Zabdiel and Madison weren't paying attention. Sure, it wasn't ideal. But, until the tour was over they would take whatever they could get.
"True. I can't wait to be by the ocean again," Zoe flashed them a smile, standing up from her seat after a few minutes of peaceful silence. "Good thing I bought that swimsuit last week," She shared a knowing glance with Christopher, hiding a smirk. When they were out shopping she'd caught him looking at a bikini and decided to try it on. It was safe to say she looked great in the minuscule material, not that she'd shown Christopher. She bought it before he could see it in an effort to surprise him.
"Do we wanna order pizza for dinner?" Richard piped up from behind his beer bottle, waving his phone in the air. Everyone muttered their agreement, suggesting whatever they wanted. "Breadsticks, shawty?" He pointed his finger at Zoe, her hair bouncing up and down when she nodded excitedly. "Okay, all of you zip it while I order." She chuckled, standing up from her seat. Zoe found her way inside of their Airbnb they'd rented for the night, wandering to her temporary bedroom.
She unzipped her suitcase, searching for her bag of hair ties. Zoe looked over every square inch of the container before coming up empty-handed. Wandering back outside, she slipped on a pair of sneakers. "I'm gonna run to the store real quick, do you guys need anything?" She took the rental keys off of the end table, swinging them around her finger. Christopher found his way back to the group once more, giving Zoe a questioning look. "All of my hair ties are gone. I must've left them at the hotel,"
"I have one of your scrunchies in my bag," Christopher blurted out in a relaxed manner, taking a sip of his beer. Zabdiel turned to him with a puzzled look, the boy realizing what he'd said. "She dropped it one day and I forgot to give it back." He explained pathetically, Zoe desperately trying to keep her lips from turning upward in the corners. "Would you quit looking at me?" Christopher snapped, walking inside with Zoe behind him.
Zoe followed him to his room, waiting patiently for him to rifle through his suitcase. "Gracias, cariño." She took the burgundy velvet item from his hands, or tried to, at least. He pulled back at the last second, holding the item over his head. "Hey!" Zoe whined, not bothering to reach for it. Resting both hands on her hips, she cocked her body to the side.
"I'm gonna need this back once the tour is over," He backed her up against the wall, towering over her frame. "I need something of yours to wear if you've got my shirts and... literally everything else." Christopher roughly gripped her hair in both of his hands, drawing a gasp from her lips. Zoe could feel him stretch the scrunchie across her strands a few times before releasing it. "Mmm, just how I like it." He tugged on the end of her ponytail, walking away with a sly wink. She glared at his retreating figure, flushed from the events moments ago.
Cocky little bastard.
"Zoe! Foods here!"
Zoe snapped out of her daze and ran outdoors. Pizza boxes covered the patio table, bottles of alcohol filling in the gaps. Christopher gave her a once over, shoving the box of breadsticks her way. She grasped one in between her acrylics, a devilish idea crossing her mind. Zabdiel was in the bathroom and although the rest of the boys were there, she went through with her plan. Zoe maintained eye contact with Christopher and shoved the breadsticks far past her lips, his jaw dropping open. She gave him a cocky smirk, fully aware of the stares she was currently receiving.
