wait

As I stomped over to them, a large body blocked my way.

"What the fuck?" I asked, trying to shove the guy out of the way. "Move out of my way!"

When he didn't budge, I looked up and realized it was Diego, the quarterback of the football team and Zayn's best friend.

He slung an arm over my shoulder, and immediately I tried to squirm out of his hold. What was he doing?

"Get your fuckin' arm—" I was silenced by him kissing my neck and shushing me. Blinking in shock, I let my hand go limp on his chest and complied. Oh my god, his lips were so warm...

"Let's take a walk, princesa," he said, walking right past Zayn and Jasmine.

"Hey bro," Diego called out to grab Zayn's attention, who finally stopped sucking face long enough to look at his teammate.

When he saw I was under his arm, his eyes widened and his head flinched back as if someone slapped him.

It was only then that I realized that Diego wasn't trying to annoy me, but actually help me. So I turned on the heat a little.

"C'mon, we're late," I whined, tugging on his t-shirt as if that would urge him to hurry up.

Diego smirked down at me and raised his eyebrow as if he were saying really? before grabbing my hand in his own. "Can't keep her waiting, so I'll see you at practice."

Before we could leave though, Zayn stepped forward. "Can I just ask when this happened?" He spoke up, looking between the two of us. "I never heard you talk about seeing anyone."

"Of course he wouldn't," Jasmine's irrelevant ass decided to jump in. "She's probably just one of his whores."

I wanted to clap this bitch in the face. Who the hell was she talking to like that? I am not the one!

Before I could even open my mouth to respond, Diego clapped back. "I'd keep my mouth shut about whores if I were you. Don't forget, we all went to the same high school. We have firsthand knowledge on what you were like."

My jaw dropped, and I looked between Jasmine's broken look and Diego's calm facial expression.

"Hey," Zayn said, anger clear in his voice. "Don't talk like that to her."

Diego glared back at him, with no sign of backing down. "Tell her to keep her mouth shut when shit doesn't involve her. Whatever, see you in practice."

As he steered me away from the happy couple, I felt eyes searing into my back. I peered over Diego's shoulder to glance at Zayn, and boy did he look mad.

"Oh my god, why did you do that?" I asked Diego as we turned the corner of the library, out of sight.

"I know you were about to beat Jasmine's ass when you saw her with Z, princesa," he explained, while dropping his arm from my shoulders. "And then it hit me.

"Almost everyone on the team hates her, because she's a bratty entitled bitch who for some reason holds Zayn by his balls. He's whipped, but he hates her too. And then I realized that you're basically his only weakness as of now. I've never seen him upset about a girl until now."

I shook my head, refusing to believe his foolishness. "He was clearly only upset because you insulted Jasmine. Stop putting fake shit into my head."

"It's not fake, I promise you," he assured me. "You should've heard him go off in the locker room when you guys first kissed that night. We've never seen him like that, and it was actually hella weird."

I bit my bottom lip, contemplating what to do. "Okay, but now he thinks we did something. What do I do?"

He smirked, and leaned in so close to my face that I could smell his minty breath and feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Now, we wait."

"Oh, one more question," I called as he started to leave. "Why are you doing all this for me?"

Diego rolled his eyes. "It's not all just for you, don't be so narcissistic. It's more for the team than you, but helping your cute ass out helps."

Before I could register what he even said, he grinned and backed away from me. Wow!

"And stop calling me princess!" I called after him. By the shaking of his shoulders, I see that he was laughing.

What a dick.

---

I was sitting in my dorm two days later, researching on my laptop format gender studies elective when I heard a knock on my door. Rolling my eyes, I knew it was probably Isra since she always forgets her keys.

When I opened the door though, Zayn was standing outside, a baseball cap shoved low on his head.

Quickly, I tried to slam the door in his face but his reaction time was fast and he stopped it with his palm. "Stop."

"Didn't I say to leave me alone?" I spat, shoving on the door with my whole body weight. That would've been enough to hold an average guy back, but this was a football player.

Abruptly, he shoved the door in and sent me flying towards the ground in a heap.

"Whoa, are you alright?" He asked, walking into the room to try and help me up.

I slapped his hands away from my body and glared at him. "Don't touch me, I don't need your help."

He groaned and stepped away so I could get up on my own. "Why are you so bloody stubborn? Loosen up a bit, babe."

I cocked my neck, wondering who he was addressing like that. "First, I'm not your 'babe'. Second, I'm being stubborn because you have a whole girlfriend. Third—"

"You weren't so worried about my girl when you were a moaning mess under me," he quipped, a smirk donning his lips.

Clenching my teeth, I shoved his shoulder which caused him to stumble back.

"You can't just come up in here and say shit like that, and think it's okay," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "You have zero respect for me or your girlfriend."

He rolled his eyes, and I could feel my body heating up with resentment for this one boy. "She's not even my girlfriend. Everyone knows that."

"Everyone except me apparently," I heckled. "Y'all were kissing and doing whatever, how can you not be together?"

He sighed, walked over to my bed to sit and patted the space next to him. "Please sit."

Uncrossing my arms, I strolled over to him and sat down. I made sure my body wasn't touching his, and I knew he knew what I was doing when he sighed again.

"I don't know what this is, but I really like doing it with you," he told me, lifting his cap up to run his hand through his hair.

"Whoa," I said in shock, my eyes wide. "What happened to your hair?"

He smiled, and a chuckle escaped his lips. "It was a bet from the guys on the team. I had to shave my topknot and dye it."

"It's all silver now," I commented, reaching up to run my hands through his soft hair.

How come when he dyes his hair, it's super soft but when I do, my hair ends up feeling like a strip of burnt bacon?

Why does he have to be so perfect?

"You look like a dad," I blurted before I let a big ass smile creep on my face.

He laughed before leaning close to me. "It better be a hot dad."

"Definitely hot..." I trailed off as his lips skimmed my own.

"Yeah?" He murmured, as he nudged me back into the bed.

What were we talking about again? Oh right, Jas—

My thoughts were interrupted by his hands skimming my sides underneath my oversized sweatshirt and his lips nibbling at the side of my neck.

Damn was I one weak bitch!

"Zayn, we have to talk about things," I all but moaned out.

"Hmm, like what?" He rasped, grabbing my ass through the material of my yoga pants.

"Good question," I replied, as he slowly lifted my sweater higher and higher until it was completely over my head and on the floor.

God, why can't I think straight when he's around me? Get a fucking grip, Cash!

"Zayn," I said sternly, sitting up and bringing him with me. "You were supposed to explain to me this so-called not relationship with Jasmine. Don't think I forgot."

He groaned and sat up begrudgingly. "Why do you want to talk about her so bad? Can't we just let this be?"

"No we can't just let this be!" I yelled, now exceedingly frustrated. "What the hell do you have with Jasmine? It's just beyond confusing when you're calling me beautiful and fucking me, and in the next hour you're kissing her all over campus!"

He tried to open his mouth to explain, but was too caught up to let him finish. "Is it because I'm black? Is it because I'm not good enough? God, I had enough shit like this last year!"

"Cash!" He barked, grabbing my attention. "Would you shut the hell up for ten seconds without interrupting so we can have an actual conversation about this?"

My mouth snapped shut and I had to strain to keep a snappy remark from leaving my mouth. Lowkey, I knew he was right. I just started talking without giving him a chance to explain himself.

When he saw I was finally quiet, he proceeded. "Jasmine is the reason for my whole entire career. We play around from time to time, but we both know when it come down to the fact, we're each other's future."

My heart dropped.

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a/n: I love drake y'all.

I always bump to him when I write my Z fics because his shit just puts me in the mood!

but anyway, y'all thought Cash was gonna beat Jasmine's ass, right? I wish!

-rachel.