LOGINFor the last ten years, Zack Riley– the delinquent, school bully– had been mercilessly teasing Anna Reece– the sweet, nerdy girl everyone liked. But one day that all changed… Due to jealous possession, Zack confessed the feeling he had been hiding since they were children. Can this misled boy work through his own psychological trauma and be boyfriend material? Can Anna work through her trust issues and look past her past with deceitful boys, to accept Zack’s feelings? Yes, and yes, in fact, these two unexpected characters, manage to build a bond stronger that most bonds. They share a connection so deep, some might say that it is fate.
View MoreZack Riley was a boy who knew tragedy very well. He lost his mother when he was nine years old and his father worked long hours, mostly to avoid the loss of his wife. To pass the time, Zack would spend a lot of time on the playground near his house, taking out his childhood resentment by fighting with the other kids. Anna Reece on the other hand came from a big, full family, with two sisters, a brother and loving parents. She was the sweet, innocent type, who lived a few doors down from Zack. She was always trying to be nice to him or invite him over, but he was a stubborn little boy, who mistook her sweetness for weakness. One day while fighting, Zack was losing badly against two boys twice his size. Anna stepped in trying to help Zack, the boys left Zack alone, but Zack’s reaction was far more negative than expected. He started mocking Anna and calling her a brat, although in reality he had fallen in love with her and her kindness. Being a stupid foolish boy, he bullied her as a way of trying to get close to her and this continued for ten years. Zack grew into a delinquent, bullying everyone, constantly fighting, smoking and receiving bad marks. While Anna became more popular, had high grades and helped others study for tests and exams.
At the age of eighteen, Anna was a slim, well-toned young lady, with long brown hair and brown eyes. Many in school referred to her as an angel. She was always sweet and polite. Zack, on the other hand, was big, muscular and clumsy. He bleached his hair over the summer and got an ear-piercing, making him look like a typical high school delinquent. Despite Zack bullying Anna, he always held back a little, afraid of truly offending her. Anna tried to act strong and brave, trying to make it seem like his words did not affect her as much as they did. Sometimes she would cry herself to sleep at night, wondering why he disliked her so much, when she foolishly did not dislike him.
One day, Anna met a transfer student, Mark, and they became friends. Although there was nothing but warm looks between them, rumors managed to spread fast that Anna and Mark were dating. When Zack heard the news, he panicked because it felt like something important was being taken away from him and this resurfaced memories of his mother’s death. Rain poured outside when Zack left school. He was wearing a grey hoodie and black jeans. He walked briskly towards Anna’s house, not entirely sure what he was going to say, but knowing he had to see her. By the time he spotted Anna, his clothes were soaked. Anna was under a black umbrella, wearing a dark red skirt and a grey jersey. Zack quickly caught up with her and pinned her against the fence. Her umbrella slipped out of her hands, and she looked at him, shocked. “Is it true? You found yourself a boyfriend?” Zack asked, breathless. For a moment, Anna just looked up at him with her wide eyes and then the stuttered, “What? No... I mean...” Zack's grip on her shoulders tightened, and his fingers dug into her flesh through her grey jersey. His green eyes were dark and stormy, staring intensely into Anna’s brown eyes, as if trying to read the truth directly from her soul. The rain pelted down around them both and plastered his bleached hair onto his forehead. “No, or yes?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Do not lie to me, brat. I heard the rumors at school. You and Mark, huh? Walking home together, smiling at each other like a pair of love birds.” Zack leaned in closer, his breath hot against Anna’s cheek. “So, tell me, is it true? Have you let him touch you? Kiss you? Did he put his hands on what is mine?” His words were laced with possessiveness that sent a shiver down Anna’s spine. He seemed almost feral in his anger.
Anna felt her heart beating louder in her chest. A dampness formed between her legs, and she was breathing louder. “Uh, no... No, Mark and I... we are just friends. He... He likes talking about anime,” Anna said nervously. Zack’s green eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking over her face as if searching for any sign of deception. He did not release his grip on her shoulders, keeping her pinned against the cold, wet fence. The rain continued to pour down, dripping from the ends of his blond hair onto her face. “Just friends?” he scoffed, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. “That is what you call it? Walking home together, giggling like idiots? You think I am stupid?” He leaned in even closer, until his lips were almost brushed against hers. “And anime? Really? So, he talks about cartoons, and you just sit there and listen? Or maybe you like it when he gets excited and waves his hands around like an idiot? His voice dipped with sarcasm and bitter jealousy. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, a surprisingly gentle touch that contrasted with the intensity in his dark green eyes.
Anna’s breath hitches when his thumb touched her skin. She shifts slightly against the fence, keenly aware of how trapped she was. “I like anime too. Really nerdy, huh?” she says awkwardly. Her muscles instinctively tightened, waiting for him to make fun of her or say something cruel as always. Zack’s thumb paused on her jaw, his expression unreadable for a moment. The sarcastic sneer on his lips faltered, replaced by a flicker of something else — surprise, maybe even a hint of interest. “Oh, so you are a nerd too now?” he says, his voice losing some of its aggressive edge. “Is that what you and Mark bond over? Talking about stupid anime characters and their stupid powers?” He leaned back slightly but did not release her. His dark green eyes roamed over her face, taking in her features as if seeing them for the first time. “What else do you like about it? The big eyes? The ridiculous outfits? Or maybe you just like having someone to fan a girl with?” His tone was still mocking, but there was a genuine curiosity beneath it now. He seemed to be trying to understand this unseen interest Anna has.
Anna did not want to explain the appeal of anime to Zack. She did not want to explain how she found the muscular villains attractive. Or how anime had a tendency of promoting romance between bad boys and seemingly innocent girls. That in anime delinquents like him were the appeal... “What does it matter? Let me go already.” Zack's grip on her shoulders tightened once more, his fingers digging into her skin through her grey jersey. He ignored her demand to be let go and focused solely on the conversation. “What does it matter?” he repeats, his voice low and intense. “It matters because I am trying to figure out what you see in that loser. Does he know more about anime than me? Is that it?” he leaned in again, his forehead almost touching Anna’s. The rain continued to fall around them both, creating a private, isolated world against the fence. “I bet he does not even know how to fight. Probably cry when he gets a paper cut,” Zack sneered.
A dream settles over Zack, quiet and suffocating, like frost creeping across the glass. He is small again and the world is too big, the house too hollow. Even the air feels wrong, as if something essential is missing. The warmth that once lived in the walls is gone, replaced by a thin, biting cold that seeps into his skin and stays there. He wakes in the darkness. For a moment, there is nothing– just the faint hum of the house, the distant creak of settling wood. Then he hears it. A noise downstairs. Soft. Irregular. Real. Hope ignites in him so fast it almost hurts. He is out of the bed before the thought can catch up to him, bare feet hitting the hardwood with small, quick slaps. He does not feel the cold floor. He does not feel anything except that fragile, desperate certainty blooming in his chest.It is her. It has to be. Mom? The word rises, but it never makes it out. it sticks somewhere deep, like even now he knows better than to say it out loud– because sa
In the background the movie comes to an end and the song ‘Let it show! Let it snow! Let it snow!’ starts playing:Oh, the weather outside is frightful. But the fire, it’s so delightful. And since we’ve no place to go. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!“God,” Zack breathes out, the word barely a whisper. His voice is completely drained, stripped of all its usual edge. He does not pull away. Instead, he shifts slightly, rolling onto his side and pulling Anna with him so she is tucked against his chest. “That was…” she began and took a sharp breath. His chest is still rising and falling in heavy, uneven beats. He does not move, just lies there with his arm draped heavily over her waist, his fingers tracing idle, lazy patterns against her skin. The intensity of those last few minutes has left him physically drained, but his mind is still buzzing, still reeling from the sheer closeness of it. He turns his
Anna moaned as Zack rubbed against her from behind. The sound of her moan– soft, breathless, and entirely unguarded– hits him like a physical weight. His jaw tightens, his teeth grinding together as he fights the urge to lose that promised control. “You sound so good,” he rasps, his voice barely a whisper against her skin. “Do that again.” He does not rush. He keeps his movements slow and deliberate, just like he promised, but the rhythm is heavy, intentional. His hands stay anchored on her hips, guiding her, keeping her steady as he maintains that agonizingly slow friction. His other hand reaches around, fingers splaying across her stomach, pulling her back against him so there is no space left between them. He can feel every vibration of her moan through his own chest.“I have got you, just breathe. I am right here.” Zack murmurs, his lips grazing her shoulder blade. “Ah, God. Zack,” Anna moaned sweetly. “I w
“Do not call me sexy,” Zack rasps, though his body betrays every word. “It is not a compliment if you are using it to tease me.” He tilts his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, jaw working as he tries to hold onto some shred of control. But then Anna moves again, and the control snaps like a frayed wire. His hands slide from her back to her hips, his thumbs pressing into the bone as he rolls his pelvis upward, meeting her rhythm with desperate, heavy pressure. A sweet moan escapes her mouth at his movement. Her hands wrap around his neck and she kisses him deeply.The sound of Anna’s moan– sweet, genuine, and entirely for him– is the final blow. Zack’s composure does not just crack; it shatters. He meets her kiss with a ferocity that is almost overwhelming, his tongue tangling with hers as he drinks her in like a man dying of thirst. His hands move from her hips to her hair, pulling her closer, as if he can absorb her entire bei
Zack’s fingers trace along her jawline possessively, studying her face with newfound confidence. The shy blush on her cheeks only encourages his playful side. “And here I was thinking I had to compete with some nerdy high school student. Turns out all I needed to do was stop being an
Anna walked down the hallway with a pair of grey jeans and a red jersey in her hands. At the end of the hallway was two wooden doors, the one straight ahead had a circular orange sigh mounted near the top center, with a shite silhouette of a standing female figure and beneath it is a black access
Zack recalls the conversation he and Anna had in their English class, when he compared her to a car: “Hell yes, Anna. You are the best fucking car I have ever seen. You are built for reliability. Like one of those classic American sedans– solid frame, engine that never gives out.
“Really?” Anna asks softly. “Are you trying to encourage me or discourage me?” Zack’s laugh comes out rougher this time, laced with genuine amusement at her directness. His competitive nature enjoys the verbal sparring match immensely. “Both,” he answers






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