Worth It

(12) The Blade Thickens

The above video is titled ""I'm fine" - Stiles Stillinski - audio" By Not in use. I know the conversation is between Dylan O'Brien's character and his school counselor about turning into a creature that does terrible things or something in the TV show Teen Wolf, but I felt that this conversation that Not in use edited into a little video kind of relates to what Zara is going through with the tragedy of her parents dying. Check out the video if you think you want to because I think it kind of sets the mood for when you get to Zara's POV in this chapter. Anyway, thank you so much for checking out this chapter! Much appreciated! Happy reading y'all! <3 (I just realized that this sign <3 is supposed to be a heart. :) I kept wondering why people were making that sign in texts that I came upon and suddenly, it just hit me like a Frisbee in the middle of a park! It's a freaking heart! That explains so many things! LOL.)  

Jo

"School, cock suckers! Get out!" I hear someone saying in the distance. It feels like I have a whole village of angry people just kicking in my head. Ugh! Great.

Where am I? I look around and see what seems to be some dude's room and then I look to my right on the bed I'm on and get a brief glimpse of penis. With a dusting of red hair.

No! It couldn't be. Could it?

Please tell me I'm not still at the frat house with ginger face and didn't do unspeakable things with him while heavily intoxicated.

Maybe, by some chance, Zara sprouted a penis overnight and had decided to put some personal touches to our dorm.

"Hey, sexy." Oh, great. It's up. The dick in question is up.

Please be Zara. By some miracle, please be Zara.

Hopefully Zara, who magically sprouted a red-haired penis overnight pushes my hair back and peppers my neck with little kisses. Who am I kidding? It's not Zara. I can't do this!

I got off of the bed, like bed bugs crawled up my ass and hatched eggs. Is it bad that I wish that happened instead of having sex with Dylan?

"I didn't know you were in a frat." I say in a casual tone as I pick up all my clothes and put them on as fast as I can. Oh, great! I wore wedges to this damn thing. What was I thinking? Wearing wedges to a frat party? I was only supposed to stay for a few hours, but we both know that never happens. I almost always end up sleeping over. Usually with company.

"Yeah." He says, equally as casually. I think he's catching onto my demeanor. Quick learner. "Well, being in a frat has its perks. Like not having to drive to a party when it's at your house." He shrugs.

Yeah, but what about the clean-up you have to do afterwards? I want to say. Or, what about if you don't want to go to the party because you have a headache. So, you're in your room cradling a bottle of Tylenol as if it is your offspring as the noise of music and people talking, possibly having sex somehow find its way into your room. Even with the door closed. What then?

"Listen," I blow out a big puff of air as I put on my wedges that I wish were converses. "This was fun and all, but could we just keep this between us?" I ask him.

He smirks, his eyes turning a lighter green as they grow cold. "Sure thing, shorty." He says as he puts both his hands on either side of his bed. Getting comfortable, are we? And I am so not his shorty. I'm not even short. Well, I'm not that short. "Just call me once you change your mind."

I don't have his number. Thankfully. "Check your contacts." Whoa, can this prick read my mind or something? My eyes go wide, but he just raises his eyebrows in expectation.