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“He’s looking at you again…” You hear Yvonne whisper from beside you as you tapped on your phone. You rolled your eyes.
“Let him. I’m not doing anything wrong.” You reply as you swipe through another Moments post on your phone.
“Seriously, does he have something against you? Why does he keep looking at you?”
“Dunno.”
The man in question was the subject’s teacher assistant, Zayne. The old geezer who taught Human Anatomy was nowhere to be found— most likely black out drunk in his car, so the poor med student had to pick up the slack. It was good for his credit, or so the student believes.
“Ms. (Y/N), mind repeating what I just said?” You snapped out of your trance as you shot up from looking at your phone to see the entire class staring back at you. Zayne stood firm at the front, piercing green eyes staring back at yours as he awaits for your answer.
You grit your teeth, not liking the attention on you. You also didn’t know what to say as you’ve drowned out his voice for the past hour he was talking.
“Deadlines…” Yvonne whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.
“Something about deadlines.” You say nonchalantly, staring back at him as if you were challenging him. Zayne looks at you for a few seconds before he turns away from you, explaining something about an essay to be resubmitted by the end of the week… or something like that.
“Class dismissed.” You hear almost silent cheers erupt from different sides of the classroom but you paid no mind as you tried to hastily pack up your things and leave.
“Ms. (Y/N).” Your brows furrowed as the TA called your attention. “Please stay back, I’d like to have a word with you.” You looked at Yvonne who looked just as confused as you are.
“I’ll… wait for you outside?” Yvonne offers. You shake your head. “No need, I’ll see you at lunch.” You add, your friend nods and informs you that she’d buy your food ahead so you didn’t have to wait in line after whatever talk you’re gonna have with the raven-haired man at the front of the classroom.
Yvonne was the last student to file out before only you and Zayne remained.
“Yes?” You asked with a little attitude. Zayne sighs before he starts. ”Your essay on the causes of arrhythmia and how to prevent it is…” he trails off, you cock your head to the side, awaiting for his continuation.
“It’s mediocre at best.”
Excuse me? Though you didn’t voice out your disbelief, your face sure showed it as Zayne shakes his head.
“It’s nothing persona—” “Nothing personal?” You scoffed. “Ever since you started out as Doctor Noah’s teaching assistant, you’ve always had something against me.” You poked his chest with an accusatory finger.
“There are students literally fucking each other in the back but noo–” you draw out sarcastically, “call me out for doing absolutely nothing. God. I know you don’t like me and I don’t like you either, and honestly, I’d rather be anywhere but here if it weren’t for attendance possibly fucking up my GPA.”
“I have no idea what your problem is but knock it off. It’s annoying, nerd.” You finish off, staring straight into his green eyes, his lips twitch for a split second– something you fail to notice before he calmly replies.
“You have until the end of this week to resubmit, (Y/N).”
“Go fuck yourself, Zayne.”
—
Your pissed off mood was hidden to none as you stabbed your fork through your lunch. Yvonne looks at you with a slight hint of concern.
“That bad?” She asks as she takes a sip of her water. You groaned.
“He told me that my essay was ‘mediocre at best’.–” You imitated his deep voice, sarcastically as you ate another fry. “Can you believe it? Half the class doesn't even pass the damn thing but it’s a problem with me? I’ve never even known of Zayne before this class, what the hell is his problem with me?”
You didn’t mean to go into a rant, but shit. Ever since he’s become the TA your anatomy classes have been significantly harder. It almost seemed like Zayne was intentionally making your life more difficult for you. You didn’t understand.
It’s a pity, actually. When Zayne was first introduced as the teaching assistant, you were at a loss for words that there was someone as attractive as him within the vicinity. He stood tall in front of the class, face emotionless but alert. He donned a black button up with slacks, sleek glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he scanned the classroom before his eyes landed on you.
You remembered feeling self-conscious under his stare, thinking that you looked weird but instead of showing it, you stared right back at him, quirking a brow in response, almost as if challenging him. From the distance, you didn’t see the way Zayne’s lips quirk up in amusement.
“Babes? (Y/N)? You still with me?” You snapped out of your little reminiscing session to see Yvonne snapping her fingers in front of your face. You gave her a guilty smile before shaking your head no.
“Sorry, I was thinking about something. What did you say?” You asked, Yvonne shook her head teasingly.
“Is it about a certain TA?” “Don’t make me want to vomit, Yvs.” You groaned before asking her again.
“I was asking if you’ll attend the party tomorrow night.”
You hum. “Who’s hosting again?”
“Onychinus.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Yvonne scoffs. “Well that was quick.”
“Two reasons. One, With the week I had, I need this. And two, Onychinus throws the best parties on campus.” You explain, already mentally planning what you’ll wear tomorrow night.
“You just think Sylus is hot.”
“Yeah well, that too.”
—
The party was definitely nothing short of wild. Of course, it was thrown by Onychinus, you expected nothing less from the frat house.
Music was booming, alcohol kept getting refilled and the eye candy was astonishing, Onychinus knew damn well how to throw a party.
You belatedly realize that this was held in honor of Sylus’ homecoming– hell, you didn’t even know that he was away. You and Yvonne giggled as you tossed back another shot, lips immediately sucking on the lemon in your hand.
The music was loud and you could barely hear anything, bodies were swaying on either side of you as the DJ played upbeat rap music.
You felt a little tipsy as you swayed to the beat, losing yourself entirely with the music. You could feel eyes on you but you ignored it. It was a party and you looked absolutely stunning, of course people were going to stare. You knew you looked good and you were going to own it.
Your eyes flit around the room before it stutters to a stop once it locks hazel green eyes who were locked into you. Your hazy mind almost makes out the striking features of the man you hated most.
Zayne. He was standing off the side where none of the partygoers were as he observed the crowded dance floor.
God. You hated how good he looked. He donned a gray button up– clearly too hot for the venue he was in as the first few buttons were unbuttoned, the tie he wore could barely be called a tie as it hung loosely around his neck, he was holding a red cup, eyes seemingly staring straight back at you before he breaks eye contact first and leaves the dance floor.
You follow his movements but ultimately go back to dancing with Yvonne once he leaves your peripheral.
“Holy shit, was that Zayne?” Yvonne asked, talking loudly over the music. “I think so.” You answered back, hating the way she smirks wryly.
“Isn’t it a bit too early for eyefucking?”
“What?”
Yvonne giggles as she loops an arm around your neck. “Girly, everyone and their mothers can sense the tension between the two of you.” Yvonne winks. You groan, pushing her away.
“You’re delusional.” “And you’re in denial!”
You paid no mind to her retort, hoping to forget your little moment with Zayne as the song changes. Cheers were heard as another trendy song played and you and Yvonne were no exception to that as you got lost in the music.
A tap interrupts your little bubble and you turn around to see the man of the hour looking right back at you. Sylus.
“(Y/N), right?” He asks, his voice almost sobering you up from how deep it is.
You nod. “Yeah?”
“You’re open minded, aren’t you?” You raised a brow at his question. You looked at Yvonne who was enthusiastically encouraging you with her face.
“That depends.” You answered, taking a step forward, grinning at his newly formed smirk. He was amused, Sylus could see why he took a liking to you.
Sylus places out a hand in front of you. “Are you up for a joyride?”
You raised a brow, looking back at the hand and back at him who looked at you expectantly.
“Where do you want to take me?” You respond, taking a hold of his hand. He pulls you away from the crowd, into a new room where there were a few of his brothers, seemingly drunk out of their minds as they cheered at your arrival.
Around you, you can see groups playing spin the bottle, never have I ever and you can hear muffling noises in the closet beside the door so you can only assume a certain game of heaven was played.
“Oh shit, dude. I didn’t think you would bring her.” You hear someone laugh, you turn around to see Caleb. The brunette that seemed to drive girls insane.
Of course, pretty men knew of each other.
Before you could even ask what this was about, Caleb calls someone from the side, laughing as he forcibly pulls a male out of hiding.
“She’s here. You have no excuse now.” Caleb says before pushing the male in front of you.
If you were tipsy, you definitely sobered up.
There stood Zayne who looked back at you with a blank expression on your face.
You felt tiny under his gaze. He was staring down at you with an expression that was almost calculating, as if he were trying to see right through you.
“What’s happening here, exactly?” You couldn’t help but ask, looking around, locking eyes with Caleb who smirks and slings an arm around the raven-haired male.
“My roommate here didn’t want to participate in a game unless he gets who he wants.” Caleb smirks as he rubs Zayne’s shoulders mockingly, his hand holding the red cup points to you.
“And with his description of his dream girl, all signs pointed to you.” Caleb winks and you couldn’t help your face heating up.
First of all, Caleb looked handsome doing that and secondly, Zayne wanted you?
Caleb removes his arm from Zayne and pulls you close, teasingly whispering. “You see how so many girls are looking at you with jealousy? Yeah. All of them wanted to be Zayne’s partner but he only wanted you.”
Your eyes widened at the brunette’s words, you looked around the room, some were glaring daggers at you, some looked at you with a hopeful expression– as if they were waiting for you to decline the offer so they could pounce and some looked amused. It wasn’t everyday they got Zayne to attend a party much more participate in the games he used to call childish.
Your eyes circled back to Zayne who looked at you with the same blank expression you’re used to, but there was a glimmer of intrigue in his deep hazel-green eyes. He was waiting for your answer. Zayne blinks before his pupils focus on Caleb’s arm that was still hanging on your shoulder, his jaw twitching just a little bit, nothing noticeable.
“W-What…” You stuttered, flustered at the attention on you. “What’s the game?” You asked as Caleb pulled away from you and pats Zayne’s chest, smirking as he walks over to the table and grabs a small tray.
You recognized the contents to be a shot glass, a little bowl of salt and a lemon.
You knew the game, you knew it a bit too well.
“Body shots.” Caleb said your thoughts out loud.
“‘You willing?” He asks and you look back at Zayne who seemed to be awaiting an answer.
You didn’t know what it was, maybe it was the fact that you were escorted by Sylus to the room, or that Caleb exposed Zayne’s conditions out loud, or it was because of the power you felt for being the object of Zayne’s desires despite the crowd of girls that wanted him, but your mind was screaming at you to accept.
“Yeah.” You answered, staring straight at him.
Zayne’s eyes widened just a tiny bit, not expecting you to accept. In all honesty, he was mentally preparing himself to walk it off, he’s definitely glad the worst didn’t come true.
Cheers erupted, led by Caleb as he pushed the tray into Zayne’s hand, smacking his back making the two of you wince at the sound.
Zayne takes a step forward, close enough that your senses can pick up the scent of his cologne and god, did it smell good.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.” Zayne says, only loud enough for you to hear and hell, his voice almost made your knees buckled. Has he always sounded attractive?
“Don’t tell me you’re chickening out now, Zayne.” You smirked, baring your neck. Zayne says nothing but you can feel his face coming close to your skin.
You jolt as you feel a heavy hand on your waist, keeping you in place as his tongue introduces itself on your neck. His moist muscle was flat against your skin as he licked upwards, his breaths tickling your ear as he pulled away.
Your face heated up as he settled the tray on the table closest to you, his fingers pinching an ideal amount of salt before lathering it over your neck that he just licked.
The world around you seemed to fade away as you couldn’t take your eyes off his veiny hands that flicked open the hard liquor with preciseness, pouring himself a shot that was waaay too high.
With his eyes back on yours, he looks down at your chest, you unconsciously jut it out causing the raven head to smirk. Zayne looks back at you, shot glass in hand.
“May I?” he asks while gesturing at your top. You nod and his fingers loop through the straps of your top, pulling it just enough for him to settle the shot gloss between the cup of your bra and your breast.
Finally, the lemon slice came as he grabbed it from the table, staring straight at you.
“Open up.” Zayne whispers and you do so with no complaint, you keep your eyes locked on him as he gently pushes your jaw back up, the sour juice that seeped out shocking your senses.
“Good girl.”
With Caleb’s signal— that you barely heard…
Zayne starts.
The raven places both of his hands on your waist, he was so close and you couldn’t help but stiffen as he dips his head down once more. You felt his soft tongue laving away at the salt he placed. His lips sucking down on your neck for good measure, causing a stifled gasp to escape your lips as you tried hard to keep the lemon slice in your mouth.
Zayne ventures downwards, hot breaths leaving your skin rising in goosebumps as he was face to face with your chest. You feel one of his hands move from your waist to your back as he grabs on the shot glass with his mouth, tossing his head back, downing the shot with almost no difficulty. He lets go of your back to place the shot glass blindly on the table.
Now you truly felt like time stopped as he bent face to face. His eyes remain in contact before it flits to a close as he nears your face. You unconsciously close your eyes, waiting for his lips to finally touch yours.
Your eyes blinked open once you feel the meat of the lemon sinking under an opposite force. Lemon juice trickled down the side of your lips as Zayne bit and sucked on the fruit. His lips were so close to yours that they were almost touching. One small nudge and it would meet but Zayne pulled away ever so slightly, eyes opening and you can see a confident smirk on his face as he raises his hand to pluck the lemon slice off your mouth.
You were suddenly reminded of where you were as cheers erupted once more, you see Sylus smacking Zayne’s back once and Caleb letting out an exaggerated cheer. You can feel the thumping of the ground due to the music being played outside, but you could only see and feel Zayne.
You could still feel his hands on your waist and his breath ghosting over your lips. You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts as you left the room with no goodbye.
You needed a drink.
You grabbed a random red cup from the table, downing it in one go before you walked back to the dancefloor, attempting to relocate Yvonne, but before you could take another step a hand pulled your arm back.
Zayne.
You looked back at him with a mix of shock as he pulled you flush to his chest. You wanted to say something but no words fell out as he dragged you upstairs. If this were anyone else, you would’ve fought back but you knew that you trusted him to not do anything bad.
He takes you to a room that was unoccupied, quiet as he shuts the door.
“What the fuck, Zayne? Why am I here?” You asked, a bit hostile but you’d blame it on the alcohol.
“We need to talk.” Zayne says, his speech a bit slurred you huffed. “And it couldn’t be by the dancefloor?” You retort. Zayne sighs as a response, ignoring your defiant retort.
“You felt it too, right?”
You cock your head to the side, feigning ignorance but you couldn’t deny out loud because you indeed felt it too.
Even now you could still feel the proximity of his lips before yours, his scent tickling your nose and you hated it. Or did you?
You don’t notice the way that he languidly walked over to you, his hands planting itself right on your waist, startling you away from your thoughts.
“(Y/N)...” Zayne says, barely audible as he makes you stare right back at his eyes that were considerably darkened.
“I’m not known for towing between the lines.” He says as he takes a step forward, you unconsciously get closer, his nose brushes against yours, breaths intermingling as his eyes fall into a close.
“If you do not feel the same, if you do not want this, push me away.” Zayne whispers, surrendering the stakes to you.
You shakily exhale, overwhelmed by his close proximity. His lips were inches away from yours, just a little more push and you would feel his plush lips against yours. No lemon getting in the way this time.
God. You wanted him so bad.
It felt like hours that you and Zayne were on a standstill before you threw all inhibitions away and smashed your lips onto his.
Zayne lets out a sound as he tightens the hold on your waist, your hands fisting in his hair as you pull him closer.
It was a clash of tongue and teeth as the two of you scrambled backwards on the bed, your body under his as you pulled apart, a string of spit connecting the two of you. You opened your eyes to see Zayne staring down at you with a dark expression on his face, he was breathing heavily, the glasses on his face skewed and foggy as he panted.
“T-Take them off…” You whined, pawing at his glasses, failing to take it off. Zayne does so, throwing it to the side before he dips down once more and locks your lips with his. You moan, hands roaming on his back as you press him close, the alcohol prior making you more sensitive as Zayne ventures down, sucking down on your neck.
“Z-Zayne…” You moaned, hands slipping from under his shirt, feeling at his bare back, trying to tug his shirt off but you were shocked as Zayne stops his ministrations and clasps your wrist through his shirt.
“Tell me…” He breathes heavily, “You want this.” Zayne resumes marking your neck. “Need to hear you say it…” He finishes as he pulls away, leaving you to whine as your neck is exposed to the cool air.
“Tell me you want me.” He whispers, tongue tracing the shape of your ear. You moan, fisting his shirt.
“I want you…” You confess, pulling his chin to meet yours. “I want you so bad, Zayne.” You hear Zayne groan as tongue traces his lips.
His mouth falls open and you take it as an opportunity to meet his tongue with yours, your fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt as you finally take it off. Zayne lets out a sound that resembles a growl as he feels you pull away and push him off, catching him off balance as you switch your positions.
You sit right on top of his forming bulge, moaning at the hard member that was poking through his slacks. He hisses, closing his eyes as his hands settle on your hips, just resting there as you slowly grind on him.
He opens his eyes to see you tugging at your shirt, Zayne moans out loud as he sees your breasts sitting prettily in your bra, gulping as he sees your hands reach backwards to unclasp the garment.
Zayne couldn’t help it as he shot up, hands planted at your back and mouth kissing at your breasts, moaning slightly at the subtle taste of salt.
You push him back on the bed, smirking at the way his eyes widened at the movement. You kissed your way down, moaning as you reached his happy trail, eyes focused on him as your hands unbuckled his belt and pulled the waistband down, gasping at the length that almost hit you on the face.
Your mouth waters at his member that stood against his stomach, leaning a little to the left as it stared back at you red, angry.
“You’re so big.” You say, dazed as you mouthed at his length. Zayne hisses, his fingers gripping down on your hair as you lap on the head.
“Y-You don’t have to–” Zayne tries to say, only to be interrupted by a loud moan from him as you swallow his length in one go. You couldn’t fit his entirety so you settled on pumping what was left.
You moaned at the feeling of his tip assaulting your throat as you bob your head, watching as his face contorts in raw pleasure. Zayne’s brows furrowed, mouth falling into an open as he grunted out your name, his hips unconsciously bucking up to reach your mouth.
“You taste so good.” You try to say with his length lodged in your throat but it only serves as vibrations around his length. You could only savor his taste for a few more seconds before you were pulled away from him.
A whine escapes your throat but before you could complain, his lips smash against yours, tongues intertwining as he repositions you on the bed. He pulls away, and kisses his path down, tugging at your skirt, removing it and your panties in one go.
You suddenly feel vulnerable as his eyes trained on your soaked pussy. You try to press your legs closed only to have his hands on your thighs.
“You’re so wet.” Zayne says, as if he were hypnotized before he dives in, tongue sloppily making out with your cunt. He basically moans as your legs twitch against his hold.
You could feel his tongue drawing patterns wildly, as if it had no direction. You realized early on that Zayne had no idea what he was doing as his tongue licks at your cunt that was almost to where you wanted it but not quite. You pulled at his hair, guiding him to your clit as you used your fingers to expose the hood.
Zayne, being the smart man that he was, immediately catches on as his longer fingers rub your clit before he places a kiss on it, sucking it with tender care that leaves you writhing under his hold.
Before you could voice it out, you feel a finger prodding at your hole as his pointer and middle enters, curling up almost immediately as your back arches as his long fingers find your spot. Zayne, watching you with careful eyes pulls away from your clit, blowing on it slightly at the same time adding a third finger in your pussy.
“M-More… Zayne, please!” You whined.
Zayne rises up, kissing you once more, forcing you to taste yourself on your tongue as you wrap your arms around his neck, hips bucking up to meet his hard length. Zayne huffs out a breath as he pulls away, taking a look at you who lay before him, eyes widened as your chest heaved out heavy breaths. Your eyes screamed lust and your body was littered in his marks.
He could feel himself throb before he reaches down the ground to where his pants laid, grabbing at his wallet and taking out the condom that his roommate mockingly put in there, Zayne thinks to give him something in return as he rolls the latex down his length, pumping it for good measure.
Zayne cages you in, your legs wrapping around his thighs as he pushes his length inside you.
He had to stop halfway. Fuck. He couldn’t breathe. Your mouth felt waaay different than your cunt does. His eyes fall into a shut as he inches forward.
“Zayne.” You snap him out of his thoughts. You pull his head down, your lips latching onto his neck as you bite him through your moans.
It was like music to his ears and a sight for sore eyes. The girl who glared daggers at him in class was now under him, moaning his name. Looking at him with glassy eyes as he fit all inches in.
“W-Wait.” You say as you felt him bottom out, the stretch making you take a moment to adjust to how full you felt. Zayne watched with heavy breaths as you writhed under him.
“Move.” You consent and Zayne lets out a groan as he thrusted, pulling halfway before he gently pushes back in, clearly not wanting to mess it up.
“You can do it harder.” You say as Zayne mouths at your nipple, tongue playing with the hardened bud.
With your words, Zayne balances himself on his arms, hips thrusting at a steady pace as a symphony of moans and grunts echoed in the room. You aided Zayne as you bucked your hips up, chasing his movement as he hits your spot relentlessly.
“Zayne– Aah—Ngnh. Fuck. Please, Zayne!” You whimper as he grinds on your spot, mouth kissing at your erogenous parts, grunting as he feels your nails dig into his back.
You can feel his pace lose its rhythm as he thrusts with reckless abandon, very far from the composed and calculated pace he once set.
Zayne stutters in his moans, hips chasing the feeling of a high that he only knows of in theory, he reaches down, fingers rubbing down at your clit as his hips slammed onto yours.
“Ah–ahh. Zayne. ‘m so close.” you wailed, eyes closing and head tossing back as you feel yourself getting pulled and his tongue forcing its way to meet yours in an act of sloppiness. You can feel spit running down the sides of your mouth as you twitch.
“;m cumming… ‘m cumming, Zayne!” You gasp as you feel yourself release. Zayne gasps as your walls squeeze him, as if you don’t wanna let him go.
That triggers his own orgasm as he weakly keeps thrusting his hips, riding out his high before he lets himself fall on top of you, your sweat intermingling as the two of you try catching your breath.
“Shit.” Zayne whispers as he pulls out, flopping beside you, catching his breath as he takes the condom off, tying it before tossing it aside, deeming it as tomorrow’s problem. He turns toward you, waiting for you to open the topic but no words come out of your mouth as the alcohol you ingested finally took a toll on you.
You were sound asleep, chest rising and falling as quiet snores left your lips. Zayne chuckles to himself as he stands up and looks for something to clean you with. Once he does so, he lays beside you, pulling you into his arms as he closes his eyes.
Whatever the two of you needed to talk about was tomorrow’s problem.
—
You didn’t know what time it was when you woke up. You wake up to a heavy blanket that covers your naked body, your clothes folded neatly on a chair nearby and a glass of water with pills beside it.
Based on the condensation on the glass, you concluded that it has not been a while since someone left it there.
Your eyes widen as your sober mind realizes.
You slept with Zayne. The TA you swore you hated. And worst of all, you liked it. How could you regret that night when the man literally left you hangover pills and folded your clothes for you?
You shook your head, not wanting to think about anything as you swallowed the pills and drank the water. You sighed, knowing that Zayne probably left so the parting process would be less awkward, you knew how this went, having done a handful of one night stands but nothing felt as good as last night.
The door to the room opens and you freeze in your place as you hike up the blanket, covering your chest.
“You’re awake.” Zayne concludes as he enters the room with clothes in his right hand and a bag of takeout food in the other.
“Yeah…” You quietly agree.
You watched in silence as he settled the food down on the foldable table that he set up, ignoring your stare.
You couldn’t stand the silence, usually you would bolt out the moment you wake up but you were stuck frozen as you watched Zayne move as if there was no elephant in the room. You hated him and he hated you, so why was he pushing a fresh set of clothes in your hands and preparing a plate of breakfast for you?
“... is this the part where I leave?” You ask awkwardly, not knowing what to do in this situation. Zayne scoffs.
“This is the part where you wear the clothes I got you and hopefully… share a meal with me.”
You nod dumbly, standing up from the bed to clothe yourself, not realizing that you’ve exposed your naked body to Zayne once more, not realizing that he was staring at your body filled with marks.
Zayne gulps, shaking his head as he finishes setting your plates.
“About last night…” You start, wanting the awkward tension to disappear. “I… What was that?” You recall Caleb’s words.
“My roommate here didn’t want to participate in a game unless he gets who he wants.”
“And with his description of his dream girl, all signs pointed to you.”
“Was what Caleb said true?” Zayne says nothing and that seemed to confuse you as you pointed an accusatory finger.
“But you hate me!” Zayne sighs, “I truly don’t.” He corrects. “I never did.”
“Then why did you always pick on me in class?” Zayne looks down guiltily, “It was the only way I could get your attention.”
“I…” You trailed off. Zayne chuckles as he pulls you back to sit on the bed as you arrange your thoughts.
A glare breaks through your face as you punch his chest with no force behind it but it was as if you pushed a domino as he fell on the bed, dragging you with him. “You told me my essay was mediocre, was that true?”
Zayne stays silent and you gasp, before he catches your hand that was raised to punch him once more.
“It was… decent. But that wasn’t the reason why I asked you to stay behind.”
You ignored the backhanded remark before asking. “Then why?”
“You looked really cute that day, I wanted to get a close up, and I wanted to talk to you.”
“That is a terrible way to get my attention, Zayne.”
He smirks as he intertwined his fingers with yours, placing a kiss on your fingers.
“Well you’re in bed with me, aren’t you?” Checkmate.
“You—” you try finding the words to say until you ultimately give up with a weak. “You’re the worst.”
“Let me make it up to you.” Zayne proposes, you raised a brow at him. “How would you do that?”
“For starters, let’s eat the breakfast I brought and maybe, when you’re all freshened up. I can help you fix your essay over a cup of coffee?” He asks, stumbling over his words a bit as his face flushes, not exactly used to asking people out on dates but you were endeared to his expression as you hummed and pretended to think about it.
“How about we don’t bring the stupid essay into this.” Zayne chuckles at your words.
“Then would you like to go out for coffee with me?”
“As long as you’re paying.” You teased. Zayne smiles as he begins to see a new side of you.
“Of course.”
—
The next time Zayne calls you out in class, you no longer felt the offense of being singled out and you were always the last one to leave the classroom. Yvonne found it weird at first but when she spotted you and Zayne in the library, hands intertwined as he quizzes you on your upcoming exams.
Yvonne smirks, she’s always known there was tension between the two of you. She couldn’t wait to tell you I told you so.