Bi-stressed

CHAPTER 70

Images of Travis giving me those disgusting looks creeps my mind and for a second I know it's him. Just then I'm proven wrong by the rough texture of Zac's hands running up and down my arm, in slow circular motions.

"Come with me." He demands, griping my hand tight and pulling me up the staircase.

"What's wrong?" I ask, squinting my brows.

"Nothing is wrong." He answers with a soft smile, not one I expected.

"I got so frightened." I move closer to him, clinging to his arm.
He turns to face me, his hands caress my shoulders, moving me to face him as well. I stand five feet, two inch infront of his six feet, two inch, broad mascular body. He cups my face in his palms.

"What were you frightened of?" He asks, looking intently into my eyes.

"I thought it was Travis,"

"Look at me." He tells me, when my eyes look at the floor in search of God knows what.
"Baby? Look at me. Do you think I would let anyone hurt you? Let alone him."

"I- I don't know."

"I know exactly why you are saying this. I take the blame for how you think of me. That day was an accident. I had no intention to hit you. It just happened."

"It just happened! That's exactly what is wrong. You are hot tempered and in anger, you can do anything even if you had no purpose to. I am frightened now.. of you, more than of Travis. Because of you I'm at risk, my virginity, my respect, my body is at fucking risk. Do you even know how it feels!? How it feels being a prey, knowing someone is hunting for your vigin-"

"Enough." He silences me by gently kissing my lips which is feeling no sensation at all at the very moment. Instead of kissing back, I'm crying, sobbing bitterly as his lips pick up pace.

"Woah woah listen!" He exclaims when he notices me crying. As soon as I look into his reddened eyes, I almost, almost feel bad for reminding him how remorseful he is. And so I cry even more when I realize how he must have felt when he lost the race, cognizant of the circumstances we both would have to face. How annoying it was for him to even picture Travis' hands on me. That was it. Travis knew 'that' image would fuck Zac's brains up and that's exactly why he reminded him while the race was going on, so he would let out his anger and fall himself.

"I'm culpable. I'm a dick. I'm so fucking sorry. I- I don't know how to- it's all fucked up and I'll never forgive myself for this." He goes on.

"Forgiving isn't an issue, forgetting is. I've forgiven you and you have to forgive yourself." I try to console.

"Let me make it up to you. Come with me." He gently squeezes my hand in his.

"Where?"

"Just come with me, please."

What's now maddening me is why did he even race when he stopped in the first place, what's maddening me is that he left me waiting alone while he was meeting Gwyneth. What's maddening me is that text from Kim saying she was missing him.

"Alexia?" He says softly when we reach the room in which our bags are kept.

"We are moving out of this room." I say as I'm reminded of Hardin and Elaine on this very bed infront of my eyes.

"Okay. We'll go into the opposite one in which Kim and Shawn-"

"This house has about six bedrooms. Why can't we have one room to ourselves? I need my privacy."

"No, there are five but fucking large bedrooms and there are six couples so two couples will prolly have to share one room. I think you won't have trouble with Kimberly and Shawn since they're your best friends."