CHAPTER 10
1004 Words
ZACH'S POV
The freshmen were reporting to school today and I was on radar about everything that was happening. I had my mission.
I had made a deal with Tristan early this morning and i needed to accomplish that as fast as possible. The deal is, before today ends, I must have made out with a fresher.
This could be a hard nut to c***k to Tristan and my other friend Brian but as for me, it is going to be a bed of roses. This will be ABCD easy.
I knew my way around girls. I knew how to make them notice me. It is not a joke that I am the famous playboy of this school. I earned that title.
This morning, I was intentional with my dressing, this is what I normally do Evey single day. I always dress to kill.
My wardrobe staples are sweat pants and very fitting plain t-shirts that show off my packs.
My shoe game is always on point. I am team sneakers for life. My shoe rack is filled with yeezys,puma, name all those good shoes. If I choose to do something, then I am not there to play.
Girls notice this small interesting things like a very good woody perfume. That is why I used my cologne with a deep woody fragrance.
Throwing my leather jacket on and ensuring my hair is on point, I walked out of my hostel.
That morning, I sat by the school square and watched fresher's get into the school.
I was not about to settle for anyone. I wanted the best of all freshmen. I wanted a perfect girl for myself. I wanted a girl men would fight to have. I only wanted the best.
For the rest of the midmorning, I kept hanging around the place looking for the girl who will attract my attention. So far so good, I have not seen someone who has made my heart pump at twice it's normal speed.
"Maybe you should give up,"Tristan came to me.
"Give me time, I must make love to a freshman tonight. You will see,"I told him with a lot of confidence.
"If you say so,"Tristan mumbled before walking away.
He gave me time to do my thing.
Anyway, the reason as to why I had all that confidence is that I don't lose easily.
I get what I want. Always!
Few hours passed and I was getting bored. Maybe I should just give up. Anyway, I decided to give it a few more minutes.
I was still chilling as I went through my phone when I saw her.
She was dressed in all black. Her curly hair told me that she was a girl from the caribbean.
Perfect! Just perfect! She was going to be mine tonight.
I rushed after her as my eyes hovered over her tiny waist and her big hips. The way she moved them rhythmically turned me on.
Her round ass under that booty short made me feel my pulse rising.
She is the bad ass. Who reports to school with a fishnet tight and a booty short. Only rebels do that.
If that is not enough, she was not in a company of either a guardian or a parent.
She was all by herself trying to prove to the world that she had her s**t together.
Yes! She is what I have always wanted. I have always dreamt of having a bad b***h as my girlfriend.
I love rebellion. I love being on my toes all the time and I hoped that I will get that with her.
I kept on chasing her as I admired her perfect body. She must be mine tonight. I have to ensure that, it happens. I know it will.
I have equally won the dare. As usual. Haven't I?
"Can I help with the bags?"I asked as I walked a little bit faster behind her. I was loud enough and I am pretty sure that she heard me.
She had a chance of ignoring me but she didn't. That meant something, she was interested in me.
I was right. I watched the way she looked at me. She was definately tripping for me
Her eyes raked up and down my toned body like a home driven teenager.
"You are a rebel, right?" I said this and regretted it a second later.
I almost lost her. She lost it and told me to go away. That was strange, no girl had ever denied me the way she did.
She was the first girl to say no to me.
I couldn't let her go. She was special. I love everything about her. Her black choker, her boots. Her crop top that showed her perfect navel.
She was pretty too and I couldn't give up on her.
I wanted to make her mine. I had to use my playboy charms. That meant that I had to make her feel like a queen that she is.
I gave her a light peck on her cheek before pulling her to a tight hug.
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ANITA'S POV
It is a few weeks since I told Chloe that I was pregnant.
She reprimanded me at first but right now she is totally supporting me.
It was a stupid mistake though. I should have used protection with Zach.
I was really stupid.
"So, when are you going to tell him that you are pregnant for him?" Chloe reminded me.
"Come on Chloe, I told you that he doesn't care about me,"I mumbled going through my i********: news feed.
"This is an innocent baby we are talking about Anita. He must take responsibility. " Chloe was so strict about this.
"I wish that it was that easy," I hushed.
"No,you must do something," Chloe insisted.
"What do you want me to do yet Zach doesn't give a f**k about me?"I implored.
"Listen…" I knew that this would lead to a lengthy talk.
Just what I need in this tough situation.
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