Elsa's POV:Throughout the weekend I was nervous about the game tonight. On a normal day, Zayn has always received a lot of hate from people who barely know him, they feel like because he is a rich kid they can say whatever they want to say about him.It hurts, but they don't see him as a human at all and they feel like he doesn't deserve the position he holds in his team, they felt like there are more talented boys in his team who should be in that position, and they felt like he was only in the team because of his father which is not true.Zayn is fucking talented. I'm not even saying it because I like him I'm saying it because it is the truth he is talented and I just wish people will stop hating on him.I just wish he would be able to do whatever he wants freely without thinking or worrying about what people will say about him.I was standing in front of the counter as Carl mixed the drinks, I had to tell him that I will be leaving early for the game. "You know I told you about l

Elsa's POV:I stared at him straight in the eyes like he has a crack in his mouth.He literally told me to strip!I was mortified by his words.My face burned with shame as he looked me over. He wanted to have sex with me in the school's storage! What does he take me for? A whore?"I'll not have sex with you here, in the school's storage room of all places," I said and pushed myself away from the wall, my chest pressed against his hard and sweaty jersey. "I'm not a whore, Zayn Black."I tried to walk past him and he quickly grabbed my hand. "Why can't I fuck you here? nothing is wrong with this place, you want me and I want you too, so what is this drama all about?" He asked, his face showing how genuinely confused he was. I couldn't believe it."First of all, I can't have my first sex in a storage room. Second of all, I have dignity. What do you think people will perceive me as when they hear that you fucked me in the storage room? what do you think people will see me as? of course

Elsa's POV:As I walked back to the living room, I was already a mess.Zayn didn't let me out of the kitchen without kissing me like a maniac of course. My lipstick is smudged and my face is hot.I wondered if anyone would notice."Carl, can I talk to you for a minute, please," I said to Carl, he nodded his head and got up from the couch.As we walk down the corridor further away from the living room I kept thinking of how to word it to him so he not suspect anything."What's up? it is late we have to leave soon." He said to me.I rubbed my hand against each other and sighed. "Actually, I will not be leaving tonight I have a project to do with Stephanie so I'll pass the night here, you can leave without me." I retorted. He arched his eyebrows in surprise and his mouth twisted to the side."Oh, okay, I will just leave." He responded and walked away. I let out a sigh of relief and pressed my back against the wall."What is Zayn thinking? he is literally making things hard for me," I mur

Elsa's POV: I was stunned when I saw him sitting casually on the stool, one hand prompt on the counter, he palm supporting his cheek. I shook my head and blinked my eyes rapidly "Wha.... What are you doing here?" I stammered, fighting to form a meaningful sentence. "I'm here to see my girl, what is the shock in that?" He asked and winked at me. I became tongue-tied. I couldn't utter a word. Carl came back to the bar and grinned the moment he saw Zayn. He stretched his hand and shook Zayn's hand. "Good to see you, man." He said and glanced at me. "Are you here to see Elsa?" "I didn't see her in school today, apparently, she skipped school for work." He retorted and I sighed. Please, God, please. Just shut him up for me. I prayed. "Can I take an hour break? I need to talk to Zayn about something important." I said to Carl and he nodded his head. "Why not, you can go, have fun." I glared at Zayn, dropped the towel I was using to clean glasses on the counter and walked away. A

Elsa's POV: I shouldn't have asked him that question, I knew. But I couldn't help myself. God! Why do I keep embarrassing myself in front of him? Everything was just so overwhelming for me not to ask. He was being too sweet to me, too affectionate that I became confused about what was going on. He could not answer my question but I didn't push it either. I didn't want to spoil the moment. I was having fun, we were having fun, and I shouldn't kill the vibe with my inquisitiveness. I sucked on his cock just like he thought me, I spit on the crown and then lick him from his balls to the base. It was so erotic. I raised my eyes to look at him and caught him staring at me, he grinned widely which urged me to continue with what I was doing. I felt him swelling in my mouth and my eyes widened. What? What was happening? I didn't know. "Don't stop." He grunted and I continued with my ministration even though I wasn't sure about what I was doing anymore. In a matter of seconds, he