Zayn

Zayn Dawson

That morning I was feeling so good about myself. I had slept like a baby. Good sex had that effect on me. The history geek had avoided me the whole time which I found amusing. She was a shy one. If I hadn't caught her touching herself on the rocks, I'd think she was a virgin or something. That morning I had nothing better to do than to lay lazily on the bed they had given me. An actual bed not the piece of crap in the hut of the blonde sisters.

A thought crossed my mind.

I walked out of the hut stretching. The place looked deserted but I knew better. The inhabitants of this crazy island must be inside sleeping away their meaningless lives. It was sad.

The history geek was nowhere to be found. I was just about to give up the search when I saw Manuel storming into his hut. Behind him was the girl I had been searching for. She was cheerful and immediately I understood what had happened.

"Lemme guess. Tiny dick?" I said to her while I gestured to Man