Zayn's POV: I sat down at the cafeteria, twirling my fork around my plate of spaghetti sauce but my eyes were fixed on her, the brown skin girl that was sitting a few feet away from me. She had refused to look into my eyes all day, she has been acting distant. I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all, so I planned to do something that would get her attention. "Jemima," I called and signaled for her to come closer. She slowly got up from her chair and stood in front of me. I tapped my thigh and smiled at her. "Sit down." She flipped her hair back and smiled before sitting down on my thigh. I glanced at Elsa's table and saw that she wasn't looking at us, she didn't even look a bit interested. Whatever Stephanie was saying must be getting all her attention. I placed my hand on Jemima's waist and sighed, thinking of what else to do. "Elsa looks different today," Jace said and I arched my eyebrows. Different? I didn't see anything different about her. I glanced at her once aga
Elsa's POV: I shouldn't have asked him that question, I knew. But I couldn't help myself. God! Why do I keep embarrassing myself in front of him? Everything was just so overwhelming for me not to ask. He was being too sweet to me, too affectionate that I became confused about what was going on. He could not answer my question but I didn't push it either. I didn't want to spoil the moment. I was having fun, we were having fun, and I shouldn't kill the vibe with my inquisitiveness. I sucked on his cock just like he thought me, I spit on the crown and then lick him from his balls to the base. It was so erotic. I raised my eyes to look at him and caught him staring at me, he grinned widely which urged me to continue with what I was doing. I felt him swelling in my mouth and my eyes widened. What? What was happening? I didn't know. "Don't stop." He grunted and I continued with my ministration even though I wasn't sure about what I was doing anymore. In a matter of seconds, he
Zayn's POV: "You've become distant these past few days." Jemima accused, her deep brown eyes staring at me accusingly and her feet rapidly tapping on the floor as she awaits my response. I arched my eyebrows at her as though she have two heads. "What do you mean by that?" I inquired stoically. She shrugged as she picks on her fingers. "You haven't been coming to me like before. You are mostly seen with Elsa Jameson." She murmured brokenly. "Am I not doing it enough for you anymore? You don't want me anymore?" I hate this. I glanced away as I saw her eyes clouded with tears and her lips shivering. "Stop the cap, Jemima. You know that I'm just busy. I have a lot of things going on for me these days." I responded with a shrug. "Don't read meaning to any of it." Jemima got up from her chair and walked up to stand in front of me. "Yesterday, where did you go with Elsa?" She queried and I slammed my hand on the table, attracting the attention of the students. My eyes met with that of
Zayn's POV: I grabbed her jaw and squeezed it tightly until her eyes brimmed with tears and she was clutching onto my hand. "P...lease." She tried to say but I didn't let her go. "Why should I let you go?" I whispered into her ear. "You need to be tortured." "Just let her go," Max blunted. "This is meaningless." At that moment I didn't know what to do about Max's surprising mood anymore. Max has changed. He wasn't the friend that I once knew who lived for this life. Now he has become too cool and religious. I couldn't even talk to a girl without him getting worked up. I slipped out my gun from my belt and pointed it at her head. "what do you say? Should I pull the trigger? " I questioned. Her shoulders slumped in defeat and her voice was cracking as she tried to speak up. "Please... Please Zayn," she begged vehemently. I stared at her for a while and slipped back the gun inside my pant. I was feeling generous. "Run as fast as you can. " I sneered and she took off before I c
Elsa's POV: After class, I was the last to leave, as I made my way towards the door, someone barged in, it was Max. My eyes widened as I stared at him taking a step closer to me as his eyes pinned me to one place. "Are you okay, Max?" I questioned softly, my hand pressed on my chest as I watch him. "What do you see in Zayn? Why do you constantly go to him? What can he give you that I can't!" He screamed, my eyes widened and my heart started pounding against my chest. His eyes were red, his hands balled into tight fists and his teeth grinding against each other, he was clearly pissed and I couldn't understand why. I" I don't understand what you're talking about, Max. Do I need permission from you to see Zayn? He is your friend." I said calmly, my eyebrows raised as I watched him. "If you don't break up with him, you'll regret it." He uttered venomously. I felt a chill run down my spine and my back straightened. That threat didn't go well with my spirit. I placed my hand on a nea
Elsa's POV: After my discussion with Mom, I left for work. Throughout the evening I had been sucking, trying to put a title on my relationship with Zayn. Was Mom right? Do I need to care about that? I didn't know what to do. I walked towards the sink to rinse the glasses, as I was dropping them, one mistakenly slipped from my hand and smashed on the group, I gasped loudly and turned around to see eyes on me. Carl was staring at me mutely, and his eyes went from me to the glass pieces in the ground. I carefully dropped the other glasses inside the sink and squatted to pack up the mess that I made. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. Carl walked towards me and took the broom and packer from me. "I'll do it," he said, "Alex and I will take care of things, you can take a 30 minutes rest." Yeah, Carl got a new employee, I met him when I came to work in the evening. "I am sorry." I kept apologizing until I walked out. I don't know what has come over me. My discussion with Mom has taken a toll on m
Zayn's POV:Was I too harsh with my response? No, I wasn't.She knew what it was all about. She knew what I was willing to offer and she willingly gave herself to me, now, all of a sudden, asking me what she is to me, trying to make me put a label on us just wasn't it.“What are you talking about?” She questioned and glanced up at me, staring into my eyes just for a brief second before looking away and chuckled bitterly. “What you're saying is that you can't give me what I want, you can't?” I placed my hand on top of hers and squeezed her hand gently. “I want you, Elsa. I like the vibe that you bring, the chemistry between us, I am going to give you myself and my time but that's it. I can't offer more.”She didn't say anything or she couldn't say anything, she was quiet, staring at me with no words. it made me feel some type of way because I was expecting a response but she said nothing.After a while she murmured "I can't give you what you want, Zayn. I can't compromise for you if y
Elsa's POV:"Elsa! I thought you wouldn't come again." Steph yelled as soon as she saw me. I squeezed out a smile and hugged her. She must have sensed my mood because as soon as I hugged her, she started patting my back slowly."We will talk about it later," She whispered into my ear and pulled herself away from me. "Mom is in the living room."We both walked inside the living room and I saw Mrs. Black sitting there."Good evening, Mrs. Black." I greeted her, and she looked up at me and smiled."Steph was just sucking, saying that you wouldn't be coming anymore." She said and I chuckled."I've been here for a while now, I was just speaking with Zayn." I retorted, she arched her eyebrows at me and sleekly glanced at Steph before glancing back at me."Alright, I'll leave you ladies to it." She said and stood up. "Going to my husband."When Mrs. Black left, Steph walked up to me and sat down beside me, as she stared into my eyes."What happened?" She inquired.I sniffed and quickly shook