CHAPTER 12

ZACK POV

I quickly rushed back home after my practice. Zara arrived at my place at exactly 7.00 pm as promised. I grinned widely when I opened the door welcoming her.

“Hey,” I greeted, hugging and gave a small peck on her lips. She look disappointed but when she realised my parent were standing behind me, she’s immediately flushed.

“Zara, welcome to our house,” my mom greeted her and pulled her into a bear hug.

“Thank, Aunt Beth,” she smiled shyly. “How are you Uncle Mike?”

“I’m fine,” my dad replied smiling back at her. “Well since you’re here let’s have dinner together.”

“Sure,” she responded and I wrapped my hand around hers walking toward the dining room. She tried to pull it away but I didn’t let it go.

“Zack, your parent is around,” she whispered.

“So what?” I whispered back to her, “They already know about us.”

She blushed, “They do?” I nodded smiling at her.

We sat beside each other and playing footsie throughout the dinner while Zara entertained my parent with their questions and hers. I was so glad when the dinner finally over.

“We’ll be upstairs in my room,” I told my parents, holding Zara’s hand.

Dad gave me a mischievous smile, “Oh, teaching her football is it?” and winked at me while mom, just nodded her head understanding.

I could feel Zara blushing and I quickly pulled her upstairs with me before glaring at dad.

Once we were inside my room, I pulled Zara closer to me. Holding her beautiful face making her looked at me I whispered, “God, I’ve been wanting to do this since you came in just now,” and pressed my lips towards her kissing her with all the passion I felt and got the same response from her.

Zara was at my house again the next day. I didn’t have any football practice and the guys were out with their girlfriends but we both decided to spent time at my place. Reason given, she’s here to learn football and I’m teaching her. Well that what we are supposed to do but we normally ended up doing something else, if you know what I mean?

I know she still doesn’t understand a single thing about it and I too don’t know whether I’m teaching her the right stuff as we always were distracted by something else i.e. each other. I couldn’t stop kissing her whenever she looked at my lips.

We both were sitting on his sofa in my bedroom, watching a recorded football game with intention to make her understand more about football. My hand wrapped securely around her with her head on my shoulder.

 “Zack?” she called me softly.

“Hmm?” I slowly responded as I was concentrating on the game.

She sighed, “I think I give up.”

“Give up what?” I asked with my eyes still on the game. I pulled her closer and kissed her temple.

“Give up learning how to play your kind of football. I think I stick to my kind of football that is soccer. Its too complicated and confusing,” she said.

I chuckled “It’s not confusing. You just have not paying attention to it. That’s why.”

“Hmm, I wonder why I can’t pay any attention?” putting a finger on her chin pretend to think.

Knowing she’s just teasing I laughed, “You got distracted that’s why. You should concentrate more. Listen to what been explained, look at the diagram I drawn and not looking at my lips all the time.”

She looked at me with a straight face, “I did not look at you lips all the time while you explaining. I’ve try to look at the diagram but it’s so ugly compared to your lips. I can’t help it.” She whined.

I continued laughing and teased, “Oh so did admit you love my lips?”

“No, not really,” she pouted.

“Oh yeah, you want me to prove it,” I asked lowering my head toward her and pressed my lips onto hers kissing her passionately.

She sighed on my lips, “Yeah, you’re right. Well if that the case I think I need to find someone else to teach me football. You know the one with not so kissable lips. Maybe I can concentrate and pay more attention to what he says,” she teased.

I shook my head, “Uh, uh, no way I’m going to allow someone else to teach you.”

“Why not?” she asked “And who are you not allowing me?”

“I’m your boyfriend,” I looked at her seriously.

She chuckled “Since when?”

“Since last Friday,” I shrugged.

“How come I didn’t know?” She pretended to look angry but I could see her eyes twinkle. She wanted to be my girl. “Aren’t you supposed to ask me first? I mean you suppose to be on your knee begging me before I accept.”

I laughed playing along with her, “I already know you’re going to accept, so why wasting time?”

Looking at me sternly and folding her arms to her chest she asked seriously, “Says who?”

“Says me” I mocked.  “Come on you know you want to be my girlfriend.” I laughed.

“My god, you are really an over confident guy!” she said angrily at me looking so serious. “I’m not going to be your girlfriend just like that. You have to ask me properly,”

I laughed while looking at her serious face. “Ok. Zara, will you be my girlfriend?” I asked in between my laughed.

“No,” she irately replied.

What the heck? She can’t be serious? “Why not?” I fumed.

“Because I don’t like the way you asked me?” she yelled this time.

“What you mean you don’t like the way I asked you?” I yelled back at her.

“It didn’t come from your heart,” she yelled again and glared at me at the same time.

Shit, what does she mean it doesn’t come from my heart? “What you mean? You want me to beg? Is that it?” I scowled.

She didn’t say anything but fold her hands to her chest without looking at me. Damn it. She really can’t be serious not wanting to be my girlfriend?  There’s no way I’m going to let her go just like that.  If she trying to play hard to get then I have no choice but to force her to admit that she wants me too. I’m going to give up being a nice guy.

I looked at her but she still bore the same serious face on her. Damn she is so stubborn. Throwing my hands in the air I yelled at her, “I give up.”