5 months later ...
I woke up due to the heat I felt. I noticed that my forehead was soaked and the sheets on my bed were wet with sweat. I felt a hand resting on my waist, I realized that there was near my shoulder something like a button on a shirt.
I shook my head a few times trying to wake up before focusing my eyes sharply and turning back ... only to find the dark-haired, smooth-skinned boy who hadn't woken up and was sleeping peacefully in the same bed as me.
I poked his chest with a finger, to wake him up, but he wouldn't wake up so I started shaking him.
"Wake up," I whispered in my typical husky morning voice, "you fell asleep. It's time to go."
I tried to sit up but his hand held my waist firmly and guided it to my hips to get closer to him.
-Zack! - I calmed down angrily which caused him to hold me tighter and pull me to stay by his side.
My forehead was so close to her that I could feel her own sweat running down my body. I swallowed hard. This will definitely be the last time I will let him sleep with me.
I felt him grab one of my buttocks with his right hand and he purred something too strange for me to understand in my ear. Later he began to raise his hands until I felt them between my shirt and my bare skin. He stopped just when he felt my lace bra. I tried to pull away but then, suddenly, he straddled me and brought my hands over my head, toward the head of the bed.
- Z ... Zack - I whispered with heavy breathing - get off me.
At that moment he opened his eyes slowly and blinked more than once, referring to wanting to recognize the place where he was. When he saw that it was me he was holding his eyes wider and a funny smile emerged from his lips. For a second I thought he would pull away but he didn't even make a feint. Moron.
"I always knew you wanted to deepen things with me." He bragged in a rather sexy way and then blew air on my neck as I yawned making my skin instantly bristle.
"Stupid!" I screamed, "I would have let you sleep on the street ...
Her sight moved from my face, my eyes, my lips, until it stayed permanently on my chest for a long time. Mens! I snorted but he never stopped staring at my bra.
-Black lace.- he sighed with a little longing? - you know what they say about girls who wear black underwear ...
I looked down at my chest and shook as I watched the reason why he could see my bra; the shirt had been pulled up high enough for me to look at him.
-Not. What do they say about those girls? - I know I would regret playing along, but curiosity was killing me.
-They say they are going to a funeral.
"That doesn't make sense," I answered and saw him smug smirk adorning his face; He was making fun of me!
"They're going to a funeral," he repeated and I looked at him confused. "Ññññ, forget it; you have too innocent a mind to understand.
-Now, can you let me go? I asked impatiently. I still had my hands clenched a little higher than my head and it was beginning to bother the little air I felt in my abdomen. Besides having a Zack like that, he didn't leave me "calm."
"I should pay you somehow for what you did for me last night and I know a way to do it." He raised his eyebrows and gave her his perverted look.
"I only accept cash, now it takes off." He started to move me under his body trying to get me out of under him. Stupid fool.
- Yo, you will not do that ... worse at this time of the morning since normally my train leaves earlier.- I was paralyzed praying not to wake up that train.
"You're an asshole ..." I pushed him with my legs and flexed my knees causing him to fall off my bed; on the floor. He started to say some other rudeness about the fall, but I just ignored him.
"You should be kissing my feet." I spoke, fixing my hair and shirt. If my stepsister's boyfriend had seen you last night, you would now be bird food. I don't think I'm referring to those cute and friendly birds that you find in a playground. I mean those scavengers who eat meat with their beaks slowly and taking a large amount until they have nothing left but the bones.
He groaned and held his stomach in disgust for a few seconds then slowly got up while massaging his head with a grimace.
"Shit, I think I'm going to kick!" - He exclaimed closing his eyes. My whole damn head hurts.
-That's about R E S A C A. Last night you didn't even remember your name and you asked me to call you Gaga Kardashian.
-Gaga Kardashian? No doubt even being drunk I still have style. "I threw a pillow at her with all my might in her face.
-What happens? I told you a moment ago that my head tends to and you go and throw a cushion in my face that smells like ...- she sniffed the object and then looked at me.- Rat piss, without a doubt seven weeks pregnant.
She threw the cushion on my bed totally ignoring my hateful face.
- For your information, that cushion was buried under your armpit all night - I lengthened the word "all" in the O -, surely it acquired the smell from there.
Shit. I stood still in the place thinking. Buried. Bury. Funeral. Oh, now I get the joke. Dirty sewer rat.
-Get out of my room! I exclaimed. Loren sleeps with Jace in his room late, so take advantage of it and get out.
A grimace formed on her face but she fell silent and left the room through the door (no, through the window; ok, no).
Not a fucking minute and I was back in my room!
I knew the good was short-lived, but heck, not a minute!
-Clóe, really thank you very much for not telling Jace; Thanks also for hiding and making Jace not notice anything. I also appreciate that you put up with me drunk, I swear this is the last time I let Loren let me drink a whole bottle of Vodka. - he approached me and gave me a light kiss on the cheek before leaving silently leaving me alone. in my room and with the cushion that smelled like armpit.
She was an idiot. A selfish, stupid and foolish liar. I felt very guilty with Jace - he was not a bad guy - Loren's boyfriend, for hiding everything that had been between Zack and her for five months and I, like the asshole that I am, hid him in my room overnight. other. so that she would not realize the infidelity of my stepsister.
Would it be bad for me to admit how much I was waiting for the recognition that Zack gave me? It was all worth it if later I saw his look of adoration in his eyes for me; only for me. I know, I know, I'm such a desperate idiot!
I put my body on the bed, hit my fists in frustration against the mattress and closed my eyes to make the day we met Zack disappear.