since no one wanted to party :(
"You're really tall," giggled one of Quinn's very drunk friends. She held a bottle of vodka in one hand and an empty shot glass in the other. All of her other friends had gone off with boys they had just met and left Zacharias on the living room couch to babysit her.
"And you're eyes... they're so... blue," she went on, laying her head in his lap, nearly spilling the bottle all over herself.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" he asked with a smirk, slipping the bottle from her hand and taking a sip.
"Nooo. I haven't felt this good since my boyfriend dumped me," she looked up at him with a small pout.
Zacharias had to resist rolling his eyes. Not another one of these.
"I think I just need someone to take my mind off him," she said, piercing his eyes with hers, or trying to, anyway. She lifted her head from his lap and instead, straddled his legs. He soon wore a grin that rivaled her own.
"So how do you know Quinn, anyway? You don't go to our school," she said as she began to plant small kissed on his neck.
"I live down the street, and I go to a different school than you."
"Really? Where do you go?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
"That's not important," he said before kissing her until she forgot what they had been talking about.
"Let's find somewhere else to go," she suggested, stumbling off of the couch and pulling him to the stairs.
All of the rooms were taken.
"C'mon," he whispered, pulling her to Quinn's bed room. He quickly knocked on the door and they slipped inside.
"Lock the door, will ya, mate?" Quinn asked, eyes still shut. The girl holding onto Zacharias's hand had to let go in order to cover her mouth to keep from giggling. There was a human-sized lump in his sheets that appeared to be moving.
"Oy! Who's here?" came a girl's voice under the covers.
"Just Zacharias and Julie," Quinn said with a hint of impatience. The girl said nothing more.
"Mind if we use your spare bed?" Zacharias asked, though he didn't wait for a response. Julie immediately began to remove her clothes, much to his surprise.
Only a few minutes passed and Zacharias was laying on the cold sheets of Quinn's second bed, staring up at the ceiling as he felt Julie struggling with the buttons of his jeans. She giggled once she had finally gotten them undone and began to kiss down his stomach. His eyes shut and she took him in. Zacharias could have sworn he heard Quinn come six times that night.
Julie wasn't very good.
"And you're eyes... they're so... blue," she went on, laying her head in his lap, nearly spilling the bottle all over herself.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" he asked with a smirk, slipping the bottle from her hand and taking a sip.
"Nooo. I haven't felt this good since my boyfriend dumped me," she looked up at him with a small pout.
Zacharias had to resist rolling his eyes. Not another one of these.
"I think I just need someone to take my mind off him," she said, piercing his eyes with hers, or trying to, anyway. She lifted her head from his lap and instead, straddled his legs. He soon wore a grin that rivaled her own.
"So how do you know Quinn, anyway? You don't go to our school," she said as she began to plant small kissed on his neck.
"I live down the street, and I go to a different school than you."
"Really? Where do you go?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
"That's not important," he said before kissing her until she forgot what they had been talking about.
"Let's find somewhere else to go," she suggested, stumbling off of the couch and pulling him to the stairs.
All of the rooms were taken.
"C'mon," he whispered, pulling her to Quinn's bed room. He quickly knocked on the door and they slipped inside.
"Lock the door, will ya, mate?" Quinn asked, eyes still shut. The girl holding onto Zacharias's hand had to let go in order to cover her mouth to keep from giggling. There was a human-sized lump in his sheets that appeared to be moving.
"Oy! Who's here?" came a girl's voice under the covers.
"Just Zacharias and Julie," Quinn said with a hint of impatience. The girl said nothing more.
"Mind if we use your spare bed?" Zacharias asked, though he didn't wait for a response. Julie immediately began to remove her clothes, much to his surprise.
Only a few minutes passed and Zacharias was laying on the cold sheets of Quinn's second bed, staring up at the ceiling as he felt Julie struggling with the buttons of his jeans. She giggled once she had finally gotten them undone and began to kiss down his stomach. His eyes shut and she took him in. Zacharias could have sworn he heard Quinn come six times that night.
Julie wasn't very good.