• Did You Hear ? She Made The Playboy Cry !

    Chapter Twelve: The Hearts Betrayal

    Zaine P.O.V


    I knew it was wrong of me and it was pervy but I couldn’t help myself. I sat in the tree outside her house watching her sleep; she looked so fragile and scared. I couldn’t get her out of my mind, I felt sick with myself knowing what I was doing now was so wrong but I couldn’t help it. I had to make sure she was safe.

    I had another dream about her last night, this one was graphic. When I woke up, I felt like I would kill to have it become reality. But I knew it wouldn’t she was too nice for me, too pretty, so stunning. Even though she was broken, sad, un-stable. I still loved her. It felt weird I’d only said it too myself, I was scared at how natural it felt to even think it.

    I saw her roll over, she looked tired. Her eyes were closed, held shut like she was having a bad dream; the sheets were scrunched up in her hand. There was a stuffed animal in the bed next to her; I couldn’t see what it was from here. I dropped down out the tree; my mum might have noticed I snuck out.

    I looked back at her house, I felt relieved knowing she was safe. As I drove home I thought about how hard I’d battled with these feelings, and how they’d grown stronger every time I caught a whiff of her perfume, every time she smiled, even if it weren’t at me every laugh, look, touch. I was in deep and it was scary.

    I hadn’t known her long but yet I was willing to give my life for her, it was twisted in a way because so many times, she’d tried to take her own life. Take herself away from me. I watched her tonight, at Bianca’s party, I stayed in the corner not bringing attention to myself, I don’t think many people noticed me.

    She was an amazing dancer. Her moves were exotic; I had to take a breather in the bathroom I was getting so hot. She makes me question things, and I love that, being able to see the world how she does. Today in class, I decided I was gonna tell her, how I felt, let her know what she could have if she wanted it.

    She was coming round to mine tomorrow, I would tell her then. I would tell her, I promised myself. I wasn’t a coward I was Zaine. So then why was my heart pounding out my chest as I thought about being alone with her? I would tell her tomorrow, I would tell Angelina that I loved her.

    Angelina P.O.V


    I worked out what me and Zaine were partners for. A French assignment, we had to write about a French building, but not the Eiffel tower. We were doing Le Arc de Triomphe. Some marble archway in France. I know snooze. I was having a hard time choosing what I was gonna wear. Sweet but casual or sexy casual? Stephanie opted for sexy casual.

    So I was in my black mini skirt, a red v-neck low cut red top. And my red high top converse – the casual part. Oh and I almost forgot, my funky knee length socks with hearts on them. My hair was wavy and glossy, I don’t know what Stephanie put in it but I was definitely finding out. She was treating this like a date, instead of a quick ******** get together.

    She drove me to his house; it was about 3 in the afternoon, he said to come late-ish because he wanted to sleep in. I didn’t mind, so did I. Stephanie smirked at me as she drove off.

    “Have fun” She said meaningfully.

    The skittles in my stomach rolled around; yes I mean skittles, as I walked to the front door. I rang the door bell. Rosie opened it.

    “Hi is Zaine in?” I asked.

    “Yep, me and mummy are going out, were going to see granddad but Zaine has to stay because you two have been naughty and you’re not allowed to come”

    I looked at her confused “Okay” I said slowly.

    Someone laughed behind her “She means, we gotta stay to do our project, so my mum wouldn’t let me go”

    My face automatically pulled up into a smile at his voice, my brain was worried about its reaction, but I pushed it aside. Zaine was my friend of course I’d be happy to see him. I stepped into the house and looked him once over, he looked nice. Smelled nice too. I blushed when I saw him gazing at my exposed cleavage.

    I was gonna kill myself later for listening to Stephanie’s chit chat about how ashamed I’d feel if he looked good and I didn’t blah blah blah. His mum and sister left shortly about 30 mins later.

    “By Zaine, by Lina be good and don’t ruin my house” His mum called as she legged it to the car “I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon”

    “By Lina” Rosie whispered. She pulled me into a hug, I was surprised at first, but I hugged her back. She gave Zaine a dirty look.

    “I’m not your friend” She hissed at him “If you had done your work Lina would be coming with me”

    I laughed, Zaine looked amused “Oh no she wouldn’t Rose, Angel likes me better, and she’s not your pet, she wouldn’t come with you”

    She stuck out her bottom lip “She’s my best friend, so yes she would”

    Zaine opened his mouth to retort but I cut in “Of course I would Rosie, now you better hurry, your mum’s already in the car”

    She hugged me one last time before rushing off. The door slammed shut and I turned to Zaine.

    “Very mature” I commented.

    “Oh whatever” He scoffed leading me into the front room.

    We ate and played some games for a couple hours, neither of use wanted to get started on the immense work load we had. It was dark outside, about eight, when Zaine suggested we get started. We trudged up to his room, he switched the laptop on, and I cleared a space on his bed to sit down. It was covered in art stuff.

    “What’s this for?” I asked.

    He blushed a bit “I like to draw, I thought maybe we could make a mini model, so people know what we’re talking about”

    “Zaine that’s a brilliant idea” I gushed flashing him a huge smile.

    He grinned back, but I watched his face turn dreamily. I looked down; I was leaning over the art work, all my cleavage was on show again. I gritted my teeth; Stephanie was going to get it. I got up and pulled open his wardrobe. Without a word I pulled out a t-shirt and stalked into the bathroom. I changed my top, throwing my red one on his desk chair. He pouted.

    “I liked the other top better” He murmured.

    “I know you did” I said smiling.

    He blushed again. Just as the lights flickered and went out. I stood there in the dark, not moving, not until I felt a large hand, wrap their fingers in mine.

    “It’s okay Angel, just a power cut, come on, let’s get some candles” Zaine murmured.

    We set up the candles around his room on every flat surface we could. It felt like we were in some underground cave. I sat on the bed, shivering it was cold. Zaine’s laptop didn’t have that much power left, and it cast out enough light for us to jot down some notes and write up a half arsed essay.

    It was in the middle of the model building that it died. The candles were enough so that I could see Zaine but not what I was doing. I looked over to him and smiled.

    “Looks like we have to find something else to do until the power comes back on” I said.

    “Won’t your dad worry where you are?” He asked.

    “Nah, I live alone so whatever.”

    “Wow, I swear you lived with your dad, what happened?”

    “I don’t wanna get into it.”

    He moved and came and sat next to me on the bed. Our knees and shoulders touching. I looked at Zaine; he was too comfortable being close to me, strangely so was I, his presence was nice. It wasn’t weird, I liked it. Being close to him he put his arms around my shoulders. I buried my head into his shoulder.

    “Come on Angel don’t be that way” He complained “What happened?”

    “He left so I could deal with my issues, he didn’t want to watch me hurt myself, he knows about everything, the cutting and all.” I shrugged out of Zaine's embrace and stood up, I edged over to the desk, he watched me from the edge of the bed.

    “I’m sorry Angel I really mean that...Do you wanna know about Mason, and who she is?”

    I nodded “Okay, if you’re ready to tell me”

    He watched me for a couple seconds before nodding.

    “Yeah, I am...She was my friend, a very close friend. She was in all my lessons, I used to hang with her at lunch, I even called her by her last name because her first was so difficult to pronounce. She’s the reason why I am like I am. She said she loved me, and I believed I loved her too” He paused and looked down at his hands.

    I walked over to him sitting next to him but not touching “And then what happened?”

    “I realized I didn’t love her, I didn’t feel right, so I told her, and she started harming herself, cutting, not eating, not turning up to school...and then one day, I kissed someone else.” his voice started to waver out “And she went home and hung herself, she left me a letter, saying it was all my fault.”

    “Oh Zaine.” I cried pulling him into a hug.

    “And then you turn up, looking like her, being in all my lessons like her, even becoming my friend. Josh and them thought I was replacing her with you because I felt guilty over what she’d done to herself. But then you’re not like her, your different, your Angel, you stand up for yourself, you’ve got a mouth and you use it, you got backbone and you show it.”

    “Zaine you mustn’t feel guilty, the heart wants what it wants, she hung herself because she was immature, I don’t know how else to put it but it’s time you moved on.”

    “I tried, that’s what all those girls are for, that’s why they call me ‘king’ because after that I became notorious, sleeping with the next thing that walked, kissing girls and not giving a damn, getting away with s**t, when I’m like that I completely forget who I used to be with her, with Mason, I was nicer with her, kinder, more forgiving like I am with you. You help me connect with the pre-Mason Zaine, you help me Angel.”

    I bit my lip, trying not to cry, he sounded so sad, so guilty for what that girl did, I realized now that he’s like me, he’s never faced it straight on, never got over it properly. But we could help each other. I feel better knowing that I’m not the only one suffering, maybe my pain will help him too, and maybe I should share my story.

    “I’ve never told anyone that Angel, you’re the first, I mean obviously the whole school knows and remembers but you’re the first I’ve told, and I’m glad I did, because I really like you, I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.”

    I smiled hugging him tighter, he hugged me back, squeezing the life out of me, we pulled away and I looked down into my lap. I opened my mouth and let my story unfold.

    “His name was Ayden; we were together for 2 and a half years. He was my first love, I’d had other boyfriends but he was the first I loved, my first...everything. We were made for each other I loved him so much. He died 10 months ago, in my old school; he was stabbed for trying to break up a fight. He died in my arms, I held him whilst he bled to death. I still love him I always will that’s why it hurts so much when I think about what we had, that’s why I cut.”

    “Angel, you have to move on, you can’t live your whole life hurting yourself.”

    I smiled “I wasn’t planning to, I have a plan and I will stick to it.”

    He looked at me worried. I smiled he didn’t know of my plan, I was going to join Ayden when the time was right. We’ll be together again, one way or the other. I gazed into Zaine’s eyes and I watched his face soften. His eyes dropped down to my lips. I realized we’d been leaning towards each other subconsciously.

    My gaze flickered to his lips, he licked them nervously. They looked appealing, inviting I leaned forward and kissed him, he responded, holding me to him as if he was afraid I’d disappear. His lips were soft, urgent, warm. I liked it. No, that wasn’t true...yes it was. My mind was telling me to stop, but my body wasn’t listening, my heart had taken over. Given me what I wanted. Relief, closure, intimacy...love.

    I pulled away and stood up. I walked round so that I was standing up in front of him. He looked up at me, I climbed onto his lap straddling him, bring his lips back to mine. He kissed down my neck until he found my spot. He sucked it gently and a moan escaped my lips. I felt him smile, I clamped my teeth together. If he wanted to play like that, we would.

    I felt him giving me a hickey, before attacking my lips again. I put my arms up over my head and he pulled his t-shirt off me. My mind still hadn’t taken control yet, I felt like it had given in, like it wanted this. I pulled his top off him, my hands running down his abs, he shivered before pulling me back to him. I felt our stomachs touching, the heat off his skin was inviting.

    I gently pushed him back, so he was lying flat on the bed. I heard our pathetic model crush underneath us I laughed and he pulled it out from under him, throwing it on the floor. I lent down and kissed him, my tongue running along his bottom lip, his hands on my arse. He denied me and I growled kissing him harder, more passionate. Grinding my hips against him.

    Our tongues moved together sweetly. He rolled so he was on top, in control. I felt something crinkle under me. Our essay. I grinned, flinging it onto the floor. He left trails, kissing down my neck between my breast, my stomach and back up. I sensed his hesitation when his hands reached my bra. I looked him in the eye.

    “It’s okay, I want to.” I whispered leaning up and kissing him.

    As he worked on my bra my hands searched for his belt buckle. I undone the buckle and unzipped the jeans as he undid my bra. Next my skirt and knickers came off so did the rest of his clothes. We fumbled under the covers; he just lay on top of me kissing me.

    “Are you sure?” He whispered.

    I nodded kissing him hard. Feeling our bodies moving together. Not once but twice. I smiled at him, and he kissed me softly. Later I curled up in his arms, his body pressed up behind me. I yawned once and fell asleep.