Authors: S. Moose
ZARA
SITTING IN CLASS, all I can think about is Treston. When we first met, we annoyed each other and he pissed me off like no other. Then somewhere along the way, we fell in love and look at us now. He's my best friend and someone I want to be with. Everyone's been really sweet and nice, especially Jackson.
"So you're the famous Zara." I look up to see a girl with blonde hair standing over me. I look around and no one's paying attention to us.
"Sure am. How can I help you?"
"No need to be a bitch." I roll my eyes at her. She sits down next to me and strums her fingers on the desk. "You know he doesn't love you, right?" I whip my head to her and she looks at me. "He doesn't. You're a bet and he scored, so he's done with you."
I let out a laugh, "Are you serious?" This girl has got to be out of her mind. Another stalker skank. "I know who Treston is and I know that he loves me. You need to get over it and move on. He may have let you suck him off, but we sleep together. So there's that."
Blondie pulls out her phone and shows me a picture of them together. "This was taken two days ago. So there." I stare at the picture and roll my eyes.
"He has scruff in this picture, dumb ass."
"So he shaved it off." Again, I roll my eyes.
"Please go," I wave her off and watch her ready to say more. "Go. Now." I slowly say, so she can understand. Blondie huffs and walks away. What a dumb bitch. Pulling out my phone, I send Treston a text.
One of your stalker skanks tried to say you and her were fucking or whatever. PS please don't ever have scruff. It looks awful on you...Kinda look like a pedophile no lie =)
Cheese:
Baby I'm sorry you had to deal with that...Thanks for not believing her...I hope you know that I'll do everything for you and love you unconditionally =) And now I'm going to get the scruff
Me:
Noooooooo! =X We're breaking up then!
Cheese:
Me:
JK...Class is about to start...I love you XOXOX
Cheese:
I love you more
Walking out of class, I feel the stares and keep walking. I didn't realize dating Treston would be like this. On my way to the cafeteria, I find my group of friends at the usual table. Treston sees me and gets up to meet me halfway. He takes my hand and walks me to the table, bringing me down onto his lap.
"Oh my gosh," Katy says, "You two are so cute. I love that you were able to work through your little fight."
"Finally," Gavin agrees. "The both of you need to learn communication. You know that thing that's important to a relationship. It's not all about sex."
I immediately blush and feel Treston squeeze my middle. We do talk and hang out. Our sex life is good, although we've only had sex once, but it's okay. I'm not with him for the sex. That's a bonus.
As he sits there, nuzzling my neck, I pick up an orange and peel the skin off. "Want one?" I ask and he nods. Feeding him a piece and then myself, I see our friends are staring at us and it's making me nervous. Slightly I turn so I'm not seeing their stares.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," I peel another slice and feed him. "I love how they're staring at us," I loudly say, "You know because we're together and it's fascinating."
"You gotta admit, it's pretty awesome seeing the both of you happy," Jamie tells us.
She's right. Nothing's changed, just the label. Treston turns to talk to Ethan and I tell Jamie and Katy about blondie skank.
"So glad you stood up for yourself," Katy high fives me and I agree. I'm not going to let someone or a group of jealous bitches ruin a good thing. Treston takes the rest of my orange and eats it. I look at him and see that he's really happy and smiling.. We've come so far and I don't want anything or anyone messing us up.
"I gotta head to the library." Scooting off his lap, I turn around and give him a quick kiss. "I'll text you when I'm done, okay?"
"K. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Annoying, cute and disgusting at the same time," Jamie shouts from the table. I flip her off and head to the library. Before going in, I see Jackson walking toward me.
"Hey!" I walk up to him and give him a hug. "How are you?"
"So busy," he sighs, "Sorry we haven't talked, but I'm glad you and Treston worked things out."
"Thanks. It was weird for a while, but I think we're good. What's new with you?"
"School. Oh hey, my parents want to know if it's okay we stop by like before?"
I completely forgot that they'd want to come. It's been like this every year since we've known each other. It should be fine, though. Treston and Jackson are friends and so are he and I. It's not like I still love him or anything.
"Yeah, that's totally fine. I'll tell Treston and we'll see you there." I give him another hug and wave bye. Before I walk into the library, I see a flyer that catches my eye. Walking over, I see it's a picture of me but that is not my body.
How I won Treston Parker
My face is on the body of a porn star. I'm holding a wad of cash in my hands and licking my lips. I stare at the paper and feel the blood rushing through my body to my face. Tears are threatening my eyes. What the fuck is going on? Are you serious? This is how low people are going to get?
I feel a shove and nearly fall. Turning around, there's a group of girls behind me. "So it's true. You seduced him and then paid him. You're so fucking gross," One of them says to me. She's about to push me again when Gavin steps in the middle and Jackson pulls me in his arms.
Katy and Jamie get in the girl’s face and there's a screaming match.
"Monica, you fucking idiot. I will kill you in your sleep if I see you touch her again. Do I make myself clear?" Katy screams, getting closer to her face. "You don't want to mess with her, because I will destroy you."
"She's the hoe, so go take care of your friend." Before I know it, Katy has her hand in the air and she punches Monica in the face.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Pushing Jackson, I grab Katy and remind her that Coach will kill us if she finds out we got into a fight.
"You bitch! You broke my nose!"
"Good. You and your skanks go take down those damn flyers. You better not let Treston see that, or else you will pay." Katy tries to attack her again, but we have her in our arms.
Watching Monica and her posse leave, I break down and feel Jackson’s arms around me. "What did I do to them?"
"Shhh," he whispers, "Nothing sweetheart. Nothing. You didn't do anything. They're fucking jealous losers who have no life."
I cry in his arms and hear papers being crumpled.
"Damn I need some money too, babe." I turn around and see Eric from my math class standing by with the flyer in his hand. "I need like a grand. You good for that, sweetheart? I promise I’ll make it good for you."
I'm about to say something when I see Treston take him down and he presses his knee to Eric's chest. "Dude, what the fuck?"
"That's not how you talk to a woman, especially my girlfriend. What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Eric gasps, trying to push Treston off. There's a few people standing around. No one's helping. I decide that I need to get Treston off him because no one needs to get in trouble over me.
"Treston," I beg him, "Please stop."
He gets up and pulls me by his side. "Apologize, asshole."
Eric gets up, rubbing his chest. He looks at me and apologizes. He doesn't wait for me to say anything and walks away.
"Baby, are you okay?" He rubs my back and I lean into him. "I'm sorry this is happening. I got the other flyers and Coach is going to talk to the Dean, so don't worry. We'll fix this."
"Okay," is all I manage to say.
I don't want to go to the library anymore, so instead Treston and I hit up the gym. I have so much anger inside me, so I decide to work the punching bag. Getting out my pink boxing gloves, I alternate hitting the bag and kicking it every so often. Each punch I pretend is the face of one of those ugly skanks who have no life. Each kick is hearing the whispers and seeing the stares.
What's so special about her?
Oh he's so cheating on her.
She's ugly and totally a bitch. How the hell did she land The King?
I hear their ugly words and it pisses me off to no end. I keep punching the bag until my arms are on fire. I don't care though. I keep going until a shooting pain goes up my arm and I fall to the ground.
"Dammit," I yell, rolling on my side and clenching my arm. Shit, it's my right arm too. Slowly getting up, I see Treston running in.
"Baby!" He yells, touching my arm. "What happened?"
"I think I went a little too hard on the bag. My arm is killing me. I think I might have pulled something."
"Come on, let's go get it checked out."
Resting on his bed later, I have an ice pack on my arm. Luckily, I didn't pull anything. Just sore.
"You need to take it easy," he tells me, putting Biofreeze on my arm and massaging it."I know," I sigh, "It sucks. Like, why the hell do they have to do that to me? I didn't do anything wrong."
He presses his forehead against mine. "It kills me that this is happening to you. I wish I could stop it and save you from the embarrassment. It's driving me crazy that people think you're paying me. And to have fucking guys come up to you. I swear to God I'll kill them all."
He nuzzles my neck and I stroke his back. This is how it's going to be until they can accept the fact that Treston is taken and move on.
Later that night, I hear Treston's phone go off. It's been vibrating a few times and getting on my nerves. I pick up the phone without looking. "Hello?" I sleepily answer. There's no response, but I can hear breathing. "Hello? Seriously, it's two in the morning. Whoever this is, stop calling Treston.” More breathing and it creeps me out. I disconnect the call and put his phone on silent. Part of me is weirded out with the calls. Out of curiosity, I pull up his phone’s call log and have a look. Every night for the past few weeks he's been getting a private call. Why didn't he tell me?
Shaking him, he wakes up and looks at me. "Baby?"
I wave his phone in his face. "You've been getting private calls. What's going on? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he yawns, taking the phone. "It's probably some idiot who has the wrong number. Don't worry about it, ok?"
"Fine. But you should think about changing your number or doing something. It's freaking me out that someone keeps calling you at the same time every night. What if it's serious and you have a stalker or something?"
He sighs, "Baby it's fine. Go back to sleep."
Treston gives me a kiss on my forehead and turns over on his side. I can't shake off this feeling that someone wants to hurt him.
ZARA
“WAKE UP, PEACHES.”
Treston’s lips brush my cheek and trail over to my lips. I love waking up in the morning like this; in his arms and hearing his voice first thing in the morning. It’s such a cliché, but he’s the last thing I think about before going to bed and the first thing I think about in the morning when I wake up.
Now the second thing comes to mind. I roll out of bed and walk to his bathroom. Just as I’m about to finish, Treston walks in and proceeds to brush his teeth.
“Excuse me!”
“What?” He stares at me with his toothbrush in his mouth.
“Hi. I’m peeing right now and this is weird.”
“Baby, we’ve had sex. I’ve licked your pussy and we spend nearly every waking moment together, so how is this weird?”
I throw a towel at his head, “It just is.” Pointing toward the door, I raise a brow and wait until he leaves.
“You’re so weird,” he laughs, while shaking his head. When the door closes, I do what I need to. Leaning against the sink, I’m stalling so I don’t have to go back out there. I mean he has a point. We’ve been intimate so why is peeing in front of him weird?
Walking back into the room, Treston’s brushing his teeth while sitting on the bed.
“Finally,” he grumbles, walking past me to go back to the bathroom. I snicker and crawl back into bed.
When Treston comes back into the bedroom, he’s in his workout clothes. I cock my head to the side and pat the side of his bed so he’ll come back.
“I need to go, baby. The guys want to work out.”
“No,” I whine, “come back and cuddle.” Seductively, I lick my lips and give him a wink. I’ve been practicing my sexy looks, thanks to Katy and Jamie, and it’s been working.
“Not going to work.” He strolls over to me and kisses my forehead. “I love you. I’ll see you in a few.”
“Fine.”
“Come with. It’ll be fun.”
I’ve seen the guys workout and it’s beastly. They grunt, swear and turn working out into a competition. No thank you.
“Go ahead. I’ll probably head back to the house and shoot around with the girls.”
“Okay,” he kisses me again, “Bye beautiful.”
I smile, “Bye.”
I hear the guys talking downstairs and then the door close. I should have gone too, but honestly, my body is so sore from being woken up in the middle of the night because someone wanted to play.
Pulling the covers off my body, I climb out of Treston’s comfortable bed and grab my bag. Walking back to the house, I see a guy walking in my direction.
“Good morning,” he says with a smile.
“Morning.”
“I’m sorry to bother you, but do you know where I can find Mr. Treston Parker?”
“He’s at the gym now. Should be back in a few hours. I’m his girlfriend, Zara, is there a message I can give to him?”
The mystery man smiles and shakes his head. “No message, Zara. I’m sure I’ll find him soon. Thank you and have a great day.”
“You too.”
When I walk inside, I head to my bedroom and find Katy passed out. It’s almost nine in the morning, so I run and jump on her bed and hear her yell. She pushes me off and I land on my ass. A laugh escapes me, but she’s not impressed.
“You bitch!”
“What?” I get up and walk to my bed. “I think that’s a great way to wake up.”
“I’m so hungover.”
“Seriously? What’d you girls do last night?”
“Jamie had a little meltdown because Ethan’s a jackass so we went out and Gavin had to come get us.”
I’m not irritated or jealous, but it sucks that I’m the youngest one here while my friends are all of age. I’ve thought about getting a fake ID and was close, but it’s too risky. I can’t jeopardize anything while I’m here on a scholarship. Besides, I can drink at the guys’ house when there are parties if I want.
“What’s going on with them?”
Katy shrugs and turns over to face me. “She likes him a lot. They’ve been sleeping together for like a week. He told her that he’s not looking for anything and thought she felt the same. So needless to say, she’s kinda in a funky mood.”
“Where is she anyways?”
“She’s not in her room?” Katy gets out of bed and we go down the hall to Jamie’s. When we open the door, her bed is made and she’s not there. “Weird.”
I pull out my phone to send her a text.
Where are you?
Jamie:
Headed back home a little early. I don’t have classes on Monday and Tuesday there’s nothing going on…Sorry I didn’t say bye…But I love you and we’ll catch up when I get back…Have a happy Thanksgiving
Me:
You too…Love you!
“She went back home early.”
“Figures,” Katy responds.
The morning goes by at a snail’s pace. Katy and I shoot outside on the field and catch up. Since being with Treston, I miss having girl time.
“So, you’re meeting his family soon. You nervous?”
And this is why I need a new best friend. To say I’m nervous is a lie. I’m petrified. Meeting the parents is something I’m not used to. I mean, I’ve known Jackson’s for years so it’s not weird. A few months ago I met his parents, but Treston and I weren’t dating. To them I was another girl, now I’m the girl who is in love with their son. It’s a whole different view when you go from being friends to dating. "What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m not good enough?" My head is about to explode.
“Okay, I’m going to slap you.” Katy throws the ball in my direction and I let it fly by me. “Zara, stop being like this.”
“Oh! Nervous? I shouldn’t be terrified that I’m meeting my boyfriend’s family as his
girlfriend?
”
“You’re ridiculous. They’ll love you. Everyone does.”
My body is on high alert from all the nerves running through me. How can I be calm about all of this?
“I have to meet Gavin for lunch. You going to be okay? You can come with.”
“No, I’m okay. Just going to shoot around some more.” Katy waves bye and I run a few laps with my stick, practicing some plays and shooting.
I try my hardest to keep my mind busy on lacrosse. Instead, I keep thinking about Treston’s parents and his brother. Watch, when I leave, they’ll tell him I’m ugly or I’m not worthy. He’ll listen to them and break up with me and end up with a blonde skank.
Shooting into the goal, I run to grab the ball and repeat this a few times before the ache in my arm comes back.
“Fuck,” I mutter, massaging my arm. I rest for a few moments and go back to shooting.
“So, I heard someone’s nervous.” I turn around and see Treston walking toward me. He gives me a kiss and rubs my arms. “You have nothing to worry about. They’ll love you. My mom already does and she’s excited to hang out with you.”
I rest my head on his chest and try to calm down. It’s still hard and I’m not quite sure when I’ll be okay and confident enough to do this.
We stay on the field for a little longer before heading back to the boys’ house. I leave some of my clothes and things in his room so I don’t need to go to my house. It’s weird, but not weird, if that makes sense. We both shower, change, then decide to just relax on the couch. The house is getting quieter. Everyone’s getting a head start on break.
We were going to leave tomorrow and decided to stay back another day. Jackson had some things to finish before leaving, so it gave Treston and I more alone time.
Lying on his lap, letting him play with my hair, we watch
A Walk to Remember.
I know deep down he loves these movies just like I do.
My phone rings, breaking the silence. I pick it up and see it’s my mom. “Hi Mom.”
“Hi honey. Just calling to see what you’re doing.”
Oh shit. I totally forgot to tell her about Treston. “Oh, just lying on the couch with Treston.” I pull the phone away from my ear due to the squealing from my cute mom. “Are you done?” I ask, laughing.
“Oh honey, this is great. I’m glad you and Treston are together. Please tell me he’s coming and,” her voice gets low, “Are he and Jackson okay?”
“Yes,” I reassure her, “They’re good. No worries. Do you need us to bring anything?”
“Nope. Just the both of you. I can’t wait to see you, Zara. You sound so much happier.”
“I am really happy, Mom.” Treston squeezes my hand and bends down to kiss my head. It’s these little gestures that make me swoon. He’s so affectionate and always needs to be touching me.
“Well, I’ll let you go back to Treston. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
When I disconnect the call, Treston swoops me up in the air and soon I’m straddling him. His fingers grip my waist and his forehead rests on mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and we stay like this for a little bit. I close my eyes, my body on fire from his simple touches. It still amazes me the affect he has on me. Even though we’ve had sex and he’s seen me naked, I still get nervous around him. Sometimes it’s hard to look at him because his expression is so intense.
Right now, I feel his hand moving up and down my body.
My breathing grows shallow and I part my lips a little. I want him to kiss me. I want him to make love to me and then fuck me.
“I want so much with you,” I tell him.
“What do you want?” His hand rests on my lower back and I still have my eyes closed. “Are you scared to tell me?” I nod my head. “Don’t be scared. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make love to me,” I whisper, licking my lips, trying to find my voice. “Then I want you to fuck me.” His grip on me gets tighter. I still don’t have my eyes open.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He carries me upstairs and shuts the door. Setting me down on his bed, he grips the ends of my shirt and slowly pulls it off my body. His possessive stare is turning me on. Maybe I should have said to fuck me first, then make love to me. I don’t know. My mind is everywhere. I’ve been watching porn to get some ideas and some of those positions look painful. But I won’t tell Treston that.
“I have another idea,” he grins, kneeling down to take off my shorts and thong. He reaches behind me, unsnapping my bra, releasing my boobs. “Damn, I love looking at you.”
“You still have clothes on.”
“I know,” he picks me up slightly to move me up on the bed. I lay down and feel his body hovering over mine. “I have an idea.”
“Okay.”
“Why don’t I fuck you,” he says, kissing my lips and then trailing down my neck. His lips find my right nipple and his hand finds my left. “Then we’ll make love.”
“Okay,” I agree with him.
He brings my body on the edge and stops, unbuttoning his jeans and taking off his shirt. Honestly, the sight of his man beast never gets old.
“Sometimes I wonder if you love me or my beast.”
“It’s fairly even,” I giggle, before he flips me over so I’m on all fours.
“I love it when you laugh,” he kisses my shoulder, “But not when I’m naked and about to fuck you.”
Before I can say anything else, he slides inside me and holy shit. I scream, so thankful no one’s home, and he pounds into me. I love being in this position. I can feel him so much deeper and it’s driving me crazy.
“Treston,” I say, “This feels so good.”
“Too good,” he moans. I love the noises coming from him. It’s sexy and turns me on so much more.
I feel his fingers on my clit. Whoa. Oh my. I love this. Our moans get louder and soon both of his hands are gripping my waist. He doesn’t slow down. He pushes deeper inside me and I’m about to come.
“Treston!” I scream and feel his body stilling over me. When he pulls out of me, I hear him go to the bathroom and the faucet running. It’s so weird that he does this for me, but I love it. I don’t complain because he’s so caring and tender after sex.
I watch him move to me, with the washcloth in his hand. Our eyes don’t leave each other and I find it peaceful to be near him. Slowly he wipes me and in seconds I’m wet again. Two of his fingers slide into me and I don’t want him to stop. He teases me with his mouth and his fingers pump in and out of me. Slowly I come apart and relax with the feeling of ecstasy and excitement.
“It gets better every time,” he tells me, leaning down to kiss my lips. “Perfect.”
Feeling bold, again, I look at him and sit up on his bed. “I want to give you a blow job.”
“No.”
“Why?” Suddenly feeling extremely dumb and hurt. Don’t guys like getting a blow job? Is he afraid I won’t be good?
“Because,” he touches my cheek, “I don’t want you on your knees blowing me. The women I didn’t care about or love did that for me. You’re more than just a woman, Zara. I love you and even though we haven’t been together for a long time, you’re all I think about. I love you so much and I don’t want to taint you with anything from my past. I’ve been waiting for you and now that I have you, I’m trying to be the man that you deserve. I’m not used to this and I’m happy that you’re patient with me. I need you to understand that I can’t open up to you so easily. But I’m trying. Sometimes I feel like a piece of shit and I’m destroying the goodness in you.”