She hated him. He was the worst person she'd ever met. If someone put a gun to her head and asked her to name one good thing about this man, she'd probably have to say her prayers fast because she's dead.
"One tutor session, princess?" His teasing voice was nagging as he pressed himself beside her.
She hated when this happened. When he'd sit next to her just as the lecture was about to start so she'd be stuck.
"Fuck off," she huffed, trying to pull out her laptop from her bag, only for his leg to keep her from getting her bag from under her seat.
This shit wasn't new. No, instead it's been going on for months. If she'd known rejecting Zack Miller in public, let alone at a fundraiser hosted by his family, she'd have politely said they were in a relationship, instead of the annoyed snap she gave after he tried hitting on he for a fifth time that night.
To say she reaped what she sowed, was a complete and utter understatement. Zack took it too personally - not to say that it wasn't personal, it certainly was, but still! She's paying for it months after the fact!
"Just move it, you're acting like a child," the same comebacks, the same snarl in his words, nothing was new here.
And yet, he still refused to leave her alone. So she had to sit the entire lecture unable to take a single fucking note because he refused to move his leg and he knew he wasn't about to cause a scene.
"Asshole," she finally shoved him, grabbed her bag as the lecture ended and stormed away.
Desperate to catch up to a mutual friend that could maybe, possibly, gave her the notes....and Zack couldn't careless.
His eyes though....he followed the way her skirt flowed as she ran, hitting the back of her plush thighs. Soft. The slight pain in her face as she reached her male friend, cute, a bit out of breath as her entire body pressed against the guy who immediately blushed at having her so close to him.
"Asshole," he muttered to himself, grabbing his own things.
His blood suddenly boiling, and his veins straining in his jaw.
The campus was big, it wasn't some small town university. No, it was one of the best in the country. She wasn't going to pride herself and say she was the smartest shit ever, but she still tried her absolute hardest. Point being, in the large fucking campus, Zack was still able to find her.
"Whatcha reading--," she didn't had time to react as he snatched the book from her hand and held it up to read it.
His brows furrowed, as he looked down to see her ignoring him and instead pulling out her laptop.
"What, the silent treatment again?"
No response.
He let out a strangled sigh, unbothered by the other people in the park that take a glance, he squats down, his dress pants tightening around his built thighs and his white dress shirt crumbled across his biceps, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, showing the veins that run up the sides. It wasn't surprising that girls were tripping over as they passed by.
"Princess, upset you didn't take any notes?" He taunts, his hand tilting her chin up when she refused to respond again.
"Don't fucking touch me," she slapped his hand away, eyes deadly as she glared holes into him.
She hated how he got her so worked up. Especially when he'd reciprocate the same amount of anger back.
"I just asked a question, why're you acting like a fucking bitch," he snapped, nothings changed.
She snatched the book back, gathered up her things, only for a grip on her bag to halt her.
"God, you're such a fucking asshole, leave me alone," she tried to pull at her bag, just as his brow quirked, eyes set on her as he lets go, watching her fall back on her ass.
"Calm the fuck down, will you, I'm just playing around," he raised his hand, his sunglasses lowered a bit to look at the way she pulled her skirt down quickly, covering up the peak to her panties that he certainly caught.
His breath hitched in his throat at the cotton blue flowers which had him immediately stand up.
"Maybe don't go wearing skirts that easily show off your panties," he glared down at her, making her feel so small and insignificant.
"Maybe don't look there," she snapped, completely embarrassed that this happened.
His grip suddenly held her jaw, breath warming her cheeks as it fans to her ear.
"Don't piss me off again," she felt her body shiver.
"I see you parading around like a slut. I'm just asking for decency, not to do it in public. No wonder everyone wants to fuck you."
Her breath was uneven, even though he was no longer beside her. Even though he said mean things to her all the time. It felt different this time. She felt so completely alone.
She was disgusted with herself. Who was he to tell her anything? He 's always with someone new every week. He who has every single girl falling for him. He flirts with every girl in his class just for some answers. And yet, he was the one surrounded by friends. He was the one that caused girls to spread rumors about her. He had people thinking she was sleeping with him, with every guy on campus.
"Fuck him," she hated when these moment would cause her to shed a tear.
She wasn't sensitive. She could care less about people liking her or not, she wasn't here for that.
That didn't help though. Especially when she volunteered for the swim tournament. The university was hosting a marathon for every full 100 meter lap they'd donate a $1000 and if the representative from the school won a race they'd donate five times that plus every person competing.
It wasn't uncommon for her to help with fundraisers. So this was no different. What she didn't consider was having multiple men surrounding her as she checked them in.
"How many times do I have to win, until you say yes to dinner?" One flirted, he was objectively attractive, taller than her, black hair, but she wasn't interested.
That didn't stop other volunteers from making comments. Fucking slut. Just because she got with Miller, she thinks she can be with anyone.
"Why don't you race? Isn't it open for everyone," another guy was asking her as she did a quick check of the pools, kneeling beside the water as the stands began to fill in.
"What, me?!" she said, a bit too shocked, the guy laughed as his fingers helped her up.
She shook her head, letting out a laugh. She looks so cute, the guy blushed at her reaction.
"I can't swim...like at all."
"Aww," he cooed, making her laugh at his teasing.
He was cute.
"I can give you lessons," she raised her eyebrows, slightly interested.
"I'm a great teacher, I help kids on the weekends."
"That's too convenient," she brushed him off jokingly, the guy immediately infatuated with her attention.
It didn't take long for Zack to notice her. Especially when he was also one of the volunteers. Not by coincidence of course. What he wanted was to get on her nerves, but instead he's watching every single guy throw themselves at her.
As the stands began to fill up, the more swimmers lined the pool. She was immediately swallowed up by them, as she moved up on the stand. She tried to announce the swimmers.
Bitch is getting what she deserves. Can't wait to see the look on her face. She dressed all nice in that slutty outfit! Zack felt his blood run cold, eyes scanning to find the guys from earlier.
I don't know if this is such a good idea. I heard she can't swim. That's exactly why! Needs to learn a lesson about humility.
"What did you say!" Zacks's voice startled the group as they turned to face the man.
His eyes were dark, veins bulging out of his white tee. He didn't had the time to get angry, until suddenly he was looking up at the loud gasp from the audience. Her body already plunged into the water, too far from the edge to reach.
"Shit!" his blood was boiling as he watched the swimmers just stare around the pool, struggling to push past the bodies before diving in the water.
How fucking deep is this pool?! His hands grabbed her flailing body, pulling her to the surface.
She was coughing up water, body shaking as she held onto him desperately.
"Fuck."
"F-fucking asshole," she coughed, body struggling to get away from him, only for his grip to slip as she sank back into the water unexpectedly.
"Stop struggling, shit! Just hold on!" he yelled, as she coughed some more, holding onto him too tightly.
"You're gonna strangle me," he joked, but he only received the trembling of her body. his hand pressed on her back, unconsciously soothing her body as he swam to the edge.
His arm was tight around her body as he had her hold onto the edge as he lifted his body up.
The audience members gasped and whispered to each other as Zack's white shirt easily showcased his sculpted body, his hand pushed his beautiful hair back as he kneeled by the edge, pants tight around his crotch as his arms flexed pulling her up.
To say the girls were livid was an understatement. They were fucking seething when Zack Miller carried the girl instead of having her walk!
Her body curled in his arms from embarrassment and shame as she hid her face. He kept a deadly stare ahead, silencing anyone that even dared to look, having every single one of them cowering at his gaze.
His aura was too powerful for them to even breathe, almost choking on it. The biggest player in the university was a terrifying sight to see when angry.
He hadn't realized she was crying until he heard the quiet sniffles when he'd reached the empty locker room. Her body was quivering in his arms, she hadn't said a word to him, not even struggling in his hold as he sat down on the bench, his own head falling back, looking up at the ceiling.
His lips parted, stared blankly. But his grip only tightened around her.
What am I doing?
He couldn't make sense of his own actions. His emotions were a mess, anger, jealousy... he couldn't bring himself to admit it. It was too disgusting. He hated himself for feeling this way.
"I hate you," she fisted his wet shirt.
She was embarrassed, humiliated, and so fucking angry. This happened because of him. It's his fault!
"I think you should be thanking me," he snarks back, still not daring himself to look down at her.
"Thanking-," her blood was boiling. "Thank you? For what exactly?! for making everyone hate me? For embarrassing me--?"
"For saving your life, for starters," his eyes tried to remain up, the water still trickling from his wet hair cascaded down the column of his neck, his skin glistened as his chest rose and fell with each passing breath.
Her eyes followed the tight clothes that stuck perfectly as she saw his jaw clench.
"And it's not my fucking problem that you don't have any friends."
