His Little Dirty Secrets

CHAPTER 7

ZACH'S POV

"OH, Hi Anita. Or should I call you Senorita, just like the way you like it?" I teased her. 

My heart was beating so hard. I just hoped that she didn't hear what i was telling Tristan. I don't feel guilty. Don't get me wrong. I just don't her to know of my plans. I treat all girls as queens. They get to know that i am a playboy once I dump them after using them.

"Have I interrupted anything?" She asked throwing a glance at Tristan.

"No-Not really," He mumbled before walking away leaving the two of us.

"So, what did you want us to talk about?" I moved closer to her and tugged a stray strand of hair that was on her forehead, behind her ear.

"Um- Thanks," She mumbled uncomfortable. She was shy that I was that close to her. I get it. She had fallen for me. She cant hide it. The way her eyes sparkle when she looks at me says everything.

"So, what is it senorita?" I started deeply into her eyes as I asked this. A playful smirk was playing on my lips.

"Zach," She looked away. 

OMG! She is so in love with me.

"It is about Bruce's party," She finally managed to talk.

"What about the party?" I didn't understand what she was talking about.

"Don't you remember..." She started off but i stopped her there.

"I remember getting high with my boys and after that. After that..." I paused as i thought about it.

"After that?" She was anxiously waiting.

"After that I remember nothing." I laughed so hard scaring her off that she actually walked away quickly.

Whatever.

"Tristan!" I called my friend who was waiting for me.

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ANITA'S POV

Tears formed a stream down my eyes as i rushed to the girls bathroom. What was I going to do?

My insides still felt raw as if winter wind was blowing right through my skin. The nausea swirled unrestrained in my empty stomach. My head swam with half-formed regrets. My heart felt as if my blood had become tar as I struggled to keep a stead beat.

My melancholy mood hang over me like a black cloud, raining my personal sorrow down on me.

"Anita, is that you?" I heard Chloe calling just right outside the door.

"Go away," I begged.

"Are you crying?" She opened the door and found me crying.

"Come here," She made a sad face as she embraced me tightly.

"I don't know what to do Coco," I mumbled.

"What?" She implored waiting for me to open up to her.

"Promise me you will not tell anyone what I am about to tell you," I begged.

"Come on, tell me. What is the matter?" She asked eagerly waiting for me to open up.