Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

𝙵 𝙸 𝙵 𝚃 𝙴 𝙴 𝙽

^ Davina with the iconic leather jacket :D

It's about two hours later, 10 o'clock, since the Mason incident when Zach finally walks back into the apartment. Alone thank god.

I'm still sitting on the couch watching tv and I don't even look at him. Bringing asshole friends over like that, he can suck it. "What's up?" He asks me while he drops a white plastic bag on the kitchen island. I simply roll my eyes.

"Jesus Davina you don't have to give me the silent treatment. How old are you?" He asks sarcastically and I glare at him. "I brought food." He says and shows the boxes out of the plastic bag. I eye them and try to fight the smile that's creeping up. Food. The easiest way to a girl's heart. Remember that one boys.

I walk towards him, my smile slowly fading away while grabbing one of the boxes. I open it and give him a weird look. What is that? "I thought it was time for you to try Chinese." He smiles, so I decide just to dig in. It's good, buuuut I still like Italian better.

"This doesn't mean I'll forgive you," I mutter and he shakes his head. "I never asked for forgiveness. Why should I?" He says nonchalant and I stiffen at his words. Is he serious?! "Wow, you really know how to ruin a moment."

"No, you know how to ruin a moment." He says and I roll my eyes. Let's get something clear, we both know how to ruin a moment. But I'll never tell him that. "You're a dick," I say and I throw away my empty box. "And you want my dick." My eyes grow wide at his words.

"I-I do not!" I stutter. Lie. Huge lie.

He only chuckles. "Your mouth says no." He stalks towards me until he's maybe a little too close. "But your body says yes." He whispers and I can feel my breath hitch. Damn him. I try not to make eye contact. I might just drown in those eyes. So instead I take a step back, turn on my heels, and walk away. "Yeah okay, thanks for the food," I tell him quickly without looking back. He's right. I don't know how he does it but my body is on fire when he's close to me.

The next morning I have a day off. So as hard as it is for my brain I managed to sleep in till 10. I do decide to have lunch with Clara at 12:30 at a cafe somewhere downtown. She claims it's the best little cafe ever with the best guacamole. When I told her I've never had guacamole she almost screamed. I guess there are still a lot of things I need to try out.

She picks me up at 12:15 so at 12 I finally decide to change out of my PJs. That's what happens when you do nothing all morning. I go for the ripped jeans and a colorful, striped sweater that Zach both bought for me. I start to feel guilty wearing it but I shake it off. I can pay him back one day. That way it won't feel like I owe him anything.

Warm and comfy with my hair down. I wait downstairs until Clara pulls up in her car. We drive in a comfortable silence to the cafe with music on the background. No idea who it is. Maybe I should catch up on the music too.