Assholes first

Zayn

I heard it again. Louder. Clearer. More determined. I walked closer and saw her just as her body went rigid and limp. She relaxed with her eyes closed as her breathing leveled. She still had no idea I was there staring at her massive tits and rock-hard nipples. Her dark areola and nipples made my groins ache. I breathed out sharply. That's when she opened her eyes and gasped. She immediately reached for her cargo pants and used them to shield her stunning body. I turned around with a cocky smile.

"My bad. I had no idea th-"

"Just shut up about it," she spat, cutting me off.

I turned around to see her fully dressed. Well not fully. She had on a bikini piece with the cargo pants. She caught my eyes feasting on her full round breasts and grimaced.

"Can you please not do that?" She still sounded mean.

I shifted my attention to her face. It was small and cute. Her brown hair was a mess and it swallowed most of her face blocking her jade-colored eyes. Her thick lips moved in an angry pout. What caught me off guard was how she looked familiar. I was sure I had seen that face before. But where?

"By any chance, were you in a shipwreck? Is that how you got here?" I asked with my words tumbling out on each other.

"Nah. I'm a mermaid. I just swam here because it's peaceful and it was till you came," she said, sounding serious.

Instinctively I looked at her feet for the fin. There wasn't any.

I looked at her face again and that's when it hit me.

"I remember you. We attend history classes together. You're that girl. The one that barely talks and studies."

"Isn't studying the main purpose for attending a school in the first place?" She didn't like me. She was doing a perfect job getting that point around.

"I'm Zayn," I said walking closer to where she stood awkwardly, my hand stretched out.

She eyed me angrily giving me the "unbelievable" look. Her hands kept hidden behind her while I had my right hand waiting for her hand to complete the handshake. Then I remembered. Oh, that's why she can't shake. I remembered what I had caught her doing and retrieved my hand with considerable speed. She chuckled.

"I know who you are. Think I'd come for the cruise if I didn't? I just don't like you."

Ouch. I thought of a reply but my head was blank and empty. Nothing came to my head. She had been plain and straight confirming my theory. She didn't like me one bit. But why? We'd have that later.

"How about we walk deeper into the island together. You look tough. We need to look for the inhabitants," I said, looking towards the jungle ahead.

"And what if it's man-eating cannibals?" she countered with her head slightly cocked.

She had a point but then sitting out here waiting was stupid. Going inside the jungle was stupid too but at least it was progress.

"Let's go." I led the way. Surprisingly, she followed behind.

A few steps and I was chuckling to myself. She looked at me like I had suddenly transformed from a handsome young man to a raving lunatic.

"I just thought you were a good girl," I explained to her with a crooked side grin.

She sighed before saying, "And I thought you were a pervert and a jerk. I was right after all."

I laughed at this. I had no idea why but she hated me. She hated me big time. She looked at me with so much contempt. It was scary. Oh well, I'm used to people looking at me that way.

We got to the mouth of the jungle and I turned to face her. Her face was softer now. She looked brave, unlike most girls that would squeal straight away opting to stay back in the safe open. There was no fear etched on her face. Just an unshakeable determination.

"Shall we?" I asked, grinning wickedly.

"Sure. Assholes first."