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carefully pronounced every word. "I am twenty years old and I'm perfectly capable of being responsible for myself. "
"It's because you look like an elf."
"What?"
"Maybe not an elf. Fairy might be more like it. But you look like a cute little mythical pixie-girl who couldn't possibly function in a harsh world. That's why everyone wants to take care of you I guess. Plus, you're fucking crazy and we're all scared you're gonna overdose on coke."
I gasped and clapped my hand over my mouth. " I really hope you're kidding about that, Zack Larson. And who are you to talk? You go out all the time."
He shrugged and offered me a half smile. " I'm just playing with you, but seriously, be careful," he said. "This town's full of professional partiers, and it's really easy to get into all sorts of shit you're not ready for."
"So you're worried about me. Get in line." The frustration was obvious in my tone.
"Better to have people to worry about you than no one who cares."
I shrugged, still a bit perturbed. "I guess you're right."
We were approaching our cars by that point.
"You know what?" I said, "I think I'm just gonna head home after all." I was lying like a rug, but I was just mad enough about the whole responsible comment to want to try to ditch Zack and find someone else to kiss that night just to spite him.
" Quit lying. You're not going home." He said. He was wearing an easy smile that nearly had me undone.
I looked at him, slack-jawed. "I just said that's where I was going. You need to get your hearing checked."
"My hearing's fine, but you keep glancing at your phone and you broke eye contact with me when you told me you were going home. I know you're lying."
"This isn't poker. And I don't know why you're so concerned. I've been living in this town for six nights and you're suddenly interested in my whereabouts. Why is that?"
"I already told you. I don't want you going out alone. I feel respons—I'd like to know where you end up tonight since I was the last person with you, that's all."
I laughed. " Whatevs, Zack. I'm fine."
Before I knew what was going on, Zack had run headlong into me, pinning me against my car. He p ushed against me so tightly that I wasn't able to escape his pressure despite my attempts to wriggle and jerk. "Where's your knife? Why don't you pull it out and use it on me Meredith?"
He was just being an asshole because it was impossible to move with the strategic pressure he was using on me. I let out a defeated breath that ended with a frustrated moan. "Okay, you got me tough guy. You're a foot taller than me and probably a hundred pounds or so heavier. You should really be proud of your skills."
"I'm not trying to show you my skills. Believe me, if I were, you'd know it. I was only trying to prove a point. A girl who looks like you shouldn't be going out alone."
"I'm not going out alone, I'm meeting people, and I didn’t have my knife in my hand because I was in a private driveway and I freaking trusted you , stupid."
He was no longer putting pressure on me like he had been before, but he was still standing close. "You shouldn't trust me, Meredith. Didn't I tell you that already?"
"You know what I mean, Zack. I trusted you not to take advantage of me. Or, duh, what am I saying? I've already asked you to take advantage of me. Either way, I was pretty sure I didn't need my knife."
He pushed against me once again. Not with any force this time, but enough to make my breath catch at the contact. He towered over me, and lowered his face to where it was only inches above mine. We were breathing in unison, and for a few long seconds, we just looked at each other. The silence seemed to make time stand still.
He bent the remaining three inches and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I met the kiss, being careful to remain cautious since he told me I needed to work on being patient. After a few closed-mouth kisses, Zack used his tongue to tease my bottom lip. My mouth opened to his, and he ever so
"It's because you look like an elf."
"What?"
"Maybe not an elf. Fairy might be more like it. But you look like a cute little mythical pixie-girl who couldn't possibly function in a harsh world. That's why everyone wants to take care of you I guess. Plus, you're fucking crazy and we're all scared you're gonna overdose on coke."
I gasped and clapped my hand over my mouth. " I really hope you're kidding about that, Zack Larson. And who are you to talk? You go out all the time."
He shrugged and offered me a half smile. " I'm just playing with you, but seriously, be careful," he said. "This town's full of professional partiers, and it's really easy to get into all sorts of shit you're not ready for."
"So you're worried about me. Get in line." The frustration was obvious in my tone.
"Better to have people to worry about you than no one who cares."
I shrugged, still a bit perturbed. "I guess you're right."
We were approaching our cars by that point.
"You know what?" I said, "I think I'm just gonna head home after all." I was lying like a rug, but I was just mad enough about the whole responsible comment to want to try to ditch Zack and find someone else to kiss that night just to spite him.
" Quit lying. You're not going home." He said. He was wearing an easy smile that nearly had me undone.
I looked at him, slack-jawed. "I just said that's where I was going. You need to get your hearing checked."
"My hearing's fine, but you keep glancing at your phone and you broke eye contact with me when you told me you were going home. I know you're lying."
"This isn't poker. And I don't know why you're so concerned. I've been living in this town for six nights and you're suddenly interested in my whereabouts. Why is that?"
"I already told you. I don't want you going out alone. I feel respons—I'd like to know where you end up tonight since I was the last person with you, that's all."
I laughed. " Whatevs, Zack. I'm fine."
Before I knew what was going on, Zack had run headlong into me, pinning me against my car. He p ushed against me so tightly that I wasn't able to escape his pressure despite my attempts to wriggle and jerk. "Where's your knife? Why don't you pull it out and use it on me Meredith?"
He was just being an asshole because it was impossible to move with the strategic pressure he was using on me. I let out a defeated breath that ended with a frustrated moan. "Okay, you got me tough guy. You're a foot taller than me and probably a hundred pounds or so heavier. You should really be proud of your skills."
"I'm not trying to show you my skills. Believe me, if I were, you'd know it. I was only trying to prove a point. A girl who looks like you shouldn't be going out alone."
"I'm not going out alone, I'm meeting people, and I didn’t have my knife in my hand because I was in a private driveway and I freaking trusted you , stupid."
He was no longer putting pressure on me like he had been before, but he was still standing close. "You shouldn't trust me, Meredith. Didn't I tell you that already?"
"You know what I mean, Zack. I trusted you not to take advantage of me. Or, duh, what am I saying? I've already asked you to take advantage of me. Either way, I was pretty sure I didn't need my knife."
He pushed against me once again. Not with any force this time, but enough to make my breath catch at the contact. He towered over me, and lowered his face to where it was only inches above mine. We were breathing in unison, and for a few long seconds, we just looked at each other. The silence seemed to make time stand still.
He bent the remaining three inches and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I met the kiss, being careful to remain cautious since he told me I needed to work on being patient. After a few closed-mouth kisses, Zack used his tongue to tease my bottom lip. My mouth opened to his, and he ever so
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