| Chapter Three |

"Coming to the party after class?"

Noah puffs out a smoke before my face making me look away and lean back on the wall.

We stood behind the walls of the blue pristine building where we attended our classes. I stressed about the dreaded interviews for my job hunting. Life wasn't getting any easier. And my parents expected much more after they heard of my plans to study more.

In reality, I was just avoiding interviews. Instead took the liberty to put some of my dad's money he offered me in classes.

Not that I liked studying. But it was a getaway from the reality of adulthood.

I didn't wanna go back to living with my parents. I wanted to leave them alone. Even though they didn't mind. I rather live with my messy roommates than look like a freeloader.

"I don't know.." dragging the words I think about my plan b. Staying in my bed all night watching horror movies...maybe not me.

"Ya you say that but you always wanna get drunk and have fun so, pick you up at six-thirty."

I chuckle at his humor.

Noah was handsome and charming. Buff, and funny. I liked him. I had a slight crush on him. But he wouldn't touch me. None of his friends touched me.

Noah was one of them.

Imagine my disappointment when I realized he was one of them and was in close connections with Zenon.

I wish I could just run away. But not all of us could afford the luxury of picking our shit up and running out of this state, even the town was a far fetch. 

But Noah was much fun. He gave me the sort of comfort I looked for in a friend.

He was flirty. I liked that.

"Is he gonna come looking for me again if I do join?" I grumble under my breath turning around and staring at the group of girls happily laughing with their cute boyfriends.

My head still leaned on the wall but my body was sideways, and my hand stayed in the pockets of my pants.

"I don't know Honey. You should ask him."

"fuck no" I whispered as I see him puff out another smoke cloud.

"Noah, knock it off. I hate that " Whining to him I step away and see him sigh before throwing the cigarette and stepping on it.

"I know a certain someone who smokes when she is drunk. How the fuck are you bothered by me doing it?" he asked with an annoyed look as we walked back to the class.

On the way meeting up with our other friends.

"ya well...shut up" I snap back.

"Sup!" Violet chipped and I could see a smile on Noah's face.

She wasn't his mate. She was just cute and his type. All girls with boobs were his type.

"Hi pretty lady"

"Oh knock it off, Noah. Anyway, you are picking me up too, I don't have my car today"

He nodded.

No matter how I enjoyed my days after, the fear of seeing him always haunted me. Yes, I was used to him, I worried for him. But pissing him off, I couldn't handle that.

In my head, while I dressed up and did my make-up, all I thought about was if Zenon would be angry if I went to the party, I hardly knew the people. But at least it wasn't a random house of a random friend of the friends. It was just a club. It should be fine.

"Wanna do shots?" Noah yells through the loud music earning my attention.

I nodded drowning the glass of vodka and taking a bite of some fruit to chase the taste away.

"Common, shot and we get out for some air" Noah suggested and I rolled my eyes knowing he wanted to smoke, I watched everyone else before taking my shot.

The cold air of the night hits me and I smile leaning on the back of Noah's car as he lights up a cig, taking one and passing it to me.

I did like it. The nightlife. It reminds me of being in some reality TV show. It makes me feel alive and happy. Cliche ya? I like cliches.

"You gonna die smoking one day," said Violet.

"Sure, you come for me and not her."

"Josephine doesn't smoke twice a day like y'all dumbasses."

I chuckled, our voices echoing through the empty parking lot. When Noah stopped and looked behind us I knew who he was looking at. Dropping my gaze with a disappointing huff and pushing myself off the car I glance at Zenon's car which pulls up at the gates of the club.

Noah unlocked the car and handed me my hoodie before walking me to him.

"See you guys on Monday," I said, half drunk and knowing very well how he would hate me for it.

"You'll be fine..?"I hear Noah and scrunch my face.

"Are you assuring me or asking me?"

"God Josephine.." He mumbled.

The driver's side door slammed shut making me flinch in my state and I saw him walk towards me.

"Well, goodnight," I whispered to Noah and he nodded leaving us be.

"Zen.." I whispered as he pushed me by my back and led me inside the car.

His hand lingers a bit more on my lower back as I get inside.

"How much did you drink?" That sharp low, gruff voice speaks.

"Why do you care?"

Oh yes, I was scared of him. But I never acted like it. It didn't do much though, he knew me well.

"I can't fuck you if you're fucked up like that now can I?"

It gave me the type of chills that get you feeling things for a man.

I gasp as he swerves his car making me grab the door to avoid my shoulders bumping into it.

"Well, not too drunk then.."

"Zen! Stop it you are scaring me."

Lies..him driving never scared me. He stopped the car.

He didn't reply but stopped it next to a deserted road before it connected to a highway.

Some moments in your life, you anticipate. Like a sweet kiss in the car after a good night. No matter how rough it would be, it's still hot.

Maybe I was always dirty-minded, maybe I was so bored in my life, that I accepted it. Dealt with it because it gave me the adrenaline all adults want.

I never see it coming, his hands are fast. He grabbed my cheeks in his hand pulling me to face him, I whimpered but he didn't care right now.

"How much did you drink baby?"

I am not your baby Zenon.

Oh, I wish I could say that I wish...but I love him calling me that. I loved the attention he gave me. His beautiful black eyes were on me. His hands and his attention were on me. And he cared to ask me if I was drunk. He picked me up from the club. He went as far as to call Noah to see where I was.

My delusions were always hand in hand.

"A..couple.."

"Hmm?" His low grumble made me rearrange my words. And my stomach is trying to rearrange my butterflies inside.

Ahh.. it's not butterflies. It's honeybees ya. Butterflies don't hurt. Honeybees do.

"About 4..cocktails, two shots or something.."

He sighs before leaning back in his seat.

"Don't act like you don't drink more than me and hardly even get drunk.. that's even worse than me.."

"Come here.." he demands.

I didn't fight it.

You know, when you are drunk. The world looks like a game. Like you can do anything, whatever you like and the next day, you hardly remember, or if you do remember, everyone including you knew you were fucked up drunk. You don't have to be embarrassed. Or feel sorry, or feel anything.

The one thing I do feel? Horny, I feel needy. I feel the need to get a hug, a kiss. Anything that's mildly related to feeling happy.

I didn't even think before getting up and sitting on his lap.

But being with Zenon comes with consequences. He had his fingers in my hair pulling my head back before his other hand curled around my neck as his lips kissed my cheeks.

"I told you to call me before you leave anywhere at night"

My breath was cut short, and I gulped, but my legs shut tight.

"Sorry?" I scramble with my words and try to speak.

He wasn't being possessive, no. He was being overprotective. He didn't wanna lose me. I was the only one for his needs.

"Zen.."I whispered as he let go and closed his eyes leaning back on his tilted back seat. I knew he was frustrated.

He was frustrated and I was horny. It's how this started in the first place.

As I cupped his right cheek and kissed his lips softly before pulling back to look at him. He was so handsome. I bet everyone he worked with crushed hard over him.

I give him another kiss on his cheek, leaning on him, making myself comfortable in his lap, he was so warm. He was always warm.

His hands slowly rubbed over my thighs as his fingers pushed between them squeezing my skin tight. It hurt but I liked it.

I liked it when it hurt. It reminded me that I would never get the sweet-loving touch from him. I was satisfied with what I had. His face turned slightly to kiss me back, then harder, rougher, and faster.

His hands always ended up on my waist, under my breasts. I know he liked it. He liked my waist.

I whimpered as he squeezed it and his lips attacked my neck. Biting me multiple times before opening the buttons on my shirt. He pulled back and looked at me. Then my chest, my top before his jaw clenching.

I gasped as he ripped open my shirt and cupped my breasts before going back to kissing me.

"No, I don't wanna get in trouble.." I whispered as he tried to undo my jeans.

He grumbled a silent 'Fuck' under his breath before leaning back and taking his hands off me. That was my cue to get off him so he could rush back to his house.

Zenon never talked much. Not to me at least. I wonder if he talked to others like normal people at all.