Zayne
I close my eyes as Maija falls asleep, but every time I close my eyes, her face pops up in my head. How do you sleep when you feel your chest caving in? I spend hours just listening to her breathe as I hold her. I open my eyes to watch her sleeping face. She looks so peaceful and beautiful, my angel. I would have fought harder if she gave me any indication that she felt the same way that I do. I would have said to hell with our parents, marched into that house, and told them we would be together whether they liked it or not. But all she feels is a sexual attraction. I guess I was too busy falling to notice she was not falling for me. My heart hurts, but there is something I need to say before I can let go. I wish you were awake to hear them, my love.
“I like you. I want you. I need you because I fell for you the moment I met you,” I say out loud. I know she can’t hear me, but it makes my heart feel lighter just saying it out loud. She believes we c
ZayneI arrive at Sienna’s fifteen minutes later and ring her doorbell. She opens the door with a smile on her face that I couldn’t return.“Done slumming?” she asks, looking too pleased with herself. I step past her into the house, ignoring her insult towards my wom— I exhale sharply, remembering she isn’t mine. I head straight upstairs to Sienna’s room. I don’t want to even think right now. I just want to forget that girl that lives in my house that I can’t have. Once we get to her room, I pull her into my arms and start kissing her while stripping away her clothes. I get off her top, exposing her nude breasts, but as soon as I touch them, Maija’s face pops up in my head. I shake her face from my mind, kissing Sienna harder. I need to forget and move away from this pain, but Sienna pulls away as I pull at her skirt.“Zayne, I want the real thing with you. To date, go to the movies, I want to fall in love. I don’t want just to be your booty call.” “It’s only 5 pm,” I r
Maija It has been a week since Zayne’s accident, he was released from the hospital the day after, and since then, my life has been a living nightmare. I can’t get a moment of peace since he’s arrived home. As soon as I pick up a book, his annoying girlfriend finds a reason to bother me and reminds me that he is now her boyfriend. Knock Knock Knock I release an exasperated sigh as the knocking continues on my door. I climb out of bed, annoyed, with the book I’m reading still in my hand. Then, without looking up from my book, I pull the door open. “Maria, my boyfriend would like to take a shower. He needs his shower chair.” I know this bimbo knows my name and where the chair is stored. So why do I need to get it? I roll my eyes and continue reading, ignoring her. “Maria, did you hear me? He needs his….” I grunt and push past her to the
Zayne I hobble out of the kitchen with Sienna’s support, clenching my jaw. “Baby, are you ok?” she asks as we approach the staircase. No, I am not ok. I’m pissed off that punk is kissing the girl I love. However, I can’t tell my girlfriend that I am in love with someone else, and that person is my stepsister who knows how I feel, yet she prances around here with her boyfriend all day. I clench my jaw as I hobble up the stairs. Her lips are irresistible. I scoff; of course, I knew that. I tasted them once and wished I could spend all day just kissing her. But she rejected me and is allowing that punk to kiss her whenever he feels like it. I grunt as the pain settles in my chest. “Are you sure you are ok?” Sienna asks as I make my way into the room and hobble to the bed. I plop down, putting the crutch beside me, and grab my phone. Sienna joins me on the bed, lying on her back as if it is the most natural thing in the world for her to do. When is
Zayne I sit on the sofa in the flat, resting my eyes. My cast was removed today, finally. I was over having to be driven everywhere by my two annoying roommates. Dad bought this three-bedroom last year when I started because I was not interested in sharing a smelly dorm with some frat boy. Quentin and Jade, who I have known since high school, attend Princeton and share the flat. “Yoo,” Quentin shouts as he walks through the door. I sigh. I know he is about to suggest that we go out and get in some trouble tonight. “Your cast is off! Yes, we live! Let’s go drinking tonight.” I frown. Just as expected, he is always down to get into some mess. “Quen, leave him alone. It hasn’t been one day. I am sure he doesn’t want to go booty hunting with you.” I chuckle softly, grateful for Jade trying to get me out of Q’s plans, but I know once Quentin gets an idea, he will not let go of it. “Hell no, we have not been able to go o
Zayne We arrive at the club around ten pm. The vibe is lit, the DJ is spinning well, and I find myself nodding along to the music as we make our way to our usual VIP. We call the waitress over and order a round of shots to start the night off right. “Yo, this is life,” Quentin shouts as we clink our shot glasses together and do another round. “The crowd is decent tonight,” Jade shouts. I nod while nursing my drink and scanning the crowd. “So, are we going to invite women over or what? I love you, Mofos, but I need some pussy tonight.” Quentin declares. “Didn’t you get laid last night?” Jade asks. “So?” We all start laughing. He seriously acts like he will die if he doesn’t have sex every night. Much to our annoyance, because the walls aren’t soundproof, we can hear almost everything he is doing in that room. I sigh. “You can invite your women, but please ensure none of them bother me,” I say as I signal the waitress
Maija Four Hours Earlier I’m sitting in my apartment with my three roommates playing strip poker. Mom found this apartment near campus with three other freshmen. Kenya, an African American beauty, Santana, a spicy Latina, and Samantha, a cute brunette. After the first week, we all became fast friends. We're sitting at the dining table surrounded by food, liquor, and pieces of clothing from our past games. “How did I get roped into playing strip poker again?” Kenya asks as we look at our hands. She is sitting in her underwear with no bra; she is terrible at this game. On the other hand, I
MaijaI’m lying in bed with my head on Danuel’s chest. He has been visiting more frequently since our trip to Princeton. His presence is a nice distraction from Zayne and my broken heart, so I'm happy whenever he is here. I still haven’t told anyone about seeing Zayne kissing that girl that night. I know they would all want to talk about it, and I really do not want to relive the memory of that kiss with my friends while my heart breaks again. Still, Zayne seems happy, and that is all I hope for the person I love, for him to be happy with whoever he is with, even if it is not me. I bite my lip as the pain slowly washes over me.“Babe, why are you always in your head?” Danuel’s voice pulls me from my thoughts and thoughts.“Huh?” I glance at him. He frowns, and I can see that he is worried about me while I'm here thinking about someone who isn’t thinking a
Zayne“Squad one, cover me; I’m going in,” I shout into my headset as I press my controller. I am in my room playing video games, which has become my new obsession. “Someone’s shooting me. Dylan covers me.” My door flies open. I furrow my brows as Jade marches in. “Dude, what?” He storms past me and unplugs the T.V “What the fuck, Jade?” “You haven’t showered in three days.” “That doesn’t give you the right to come in here and unplug my shit. Like what the hell, man?” “It does when the smell is seeping into the hallways. Go take a shower!” he yells. “No, get out!” I yell back at him and lie in my bed, closing my eyes. “Smelling like ass won’t make Maija call you.” My eyes shoot open. How dare he mention her to me. I jump up from the bed and glared at him. “Don’t mention her fucking name to me.” “So, she came and didn’t tell you, it’s not the end of the world, Z.” “Shut up!