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44:"What were you thinking?"
6:Enemies to lovers
You didn't really like parties.The version of you that had downed 5 red solo cups in the span of an hour,though...she was a different story.
This specific version of you made her way onto the dance floor,colliding with the sweaty bodies around her and mimicking their drunken movements.
Zion's eyes were trained on you.They often were,but he specifically watched over you tonight after seeing the amount of alcohol you had consumed.
"You tryna black out?"he had snapped at you earlier.
"None of your business,dad."you had scoffed.
"That's daddy to you,babygirl."he smirked as you walked away with a generous eyeroll.
You were wearing that same dress he had insulted the other day.Honestly,even though he would never admit it,you looked good in it.
"Oh,didn't see you there Mr.Krabs!"
"Shut your Squidward looking ass up."
But you looked good in red.And he wasn't the only one to come to that conclusion.
You were swaying to the thumping beat that you felt in your chest.A pair of hands found its way around your hips.You turned around to face someone you didn't even know.
You shot him a confused look and moved to the side to continue your dancing.
"Come on,let's dance!"the dude continued to push up against you.
"Uhm,no,thank you."you may have been tipsy,but you were sober enough to know you wanted to be as far away from that dude as possible.Your face turned beet red when you felt his hand come down onto your ass."What the-"
Your thoughts were interrupted by the creep being tackled to the ground,Zion on top of him.
"Caleb!"you tried to pull him back by the shoulder,but to no avail.He wouldn't stop throwing punches.
"You wanna touch her again,huh?"he gritted as he stood up,panting.He had murder in his eyes.
"Z,what the fuck?"you heard Brandon call out,but your eyes were set on the boy in front of you and his bruised knuckles.
People were gathered around the scene,some helping the dude up and getting him cleaned up.
Zion turned to face you,worry taking over his features.
"Come on."you said softly,picking up a bottle of alcohol and leading him to a bathroom."Your hand."you gestured in response to his furrowed brows.
"It's nothin'."he shrugged.
You locked the door and grabbed his hand,running it under the faucet.He flinched.
"Caleb,what the hell were you thinking?"you sighed as you poured some of the whisky onto a towel to desinfect the cuts.
He shuddered at the contact.
"You think we need assault charges right now?"
"I like it when you call me Caleb."he smirked."You should do it more often."
You coughed to hide your flustered expression.
"That's all you gathered from what I said?"
"I also think a 'thanks' would've been good."
"Thank you for getting him off me,but I was handling the situation just fine!You didn't have to play hero-"
"So I was just supposed to let him touch you,huh?"he was annoyed.Or was it jealousy laced in his tone?
"What do you care who touches me?"you rolled your eyes.
"I care if it's not me."his hands travel to your sides,stopping to rest at your waist.
You look down at them,and then shift your gaze up to meet his.
"You're getting my dress all wet,jackass."you said,stepping closer.
"Want me to pull away?Say the word and I'm gone."his voice was low and raspy.
You let your hands rest on his chest in response.
"I thought you hated me."you mumble.
"I hated him touching you more."he inched closer.
You were the first to lean in even closer and connect your lips for a gentle peck.He smiled against it and tried to go in for more,but you snaked out of his grip and unlocked the door.
"Can't I get a real kiss?"
"Earn it."you smirk.
"What,saving your ass wasn't enough?"
You open the door.
"You're welcome!"you hear him call out as you walk away.You don't have to turn around to see him shaking his head and smiling goofily.
Well,maybe parties weren't all that bad.
