Chapter thirty-two: Staying in (Ellie's POV)

I woke up the next morning to banging on the bedroom door. "Zach," I mumbled, nudging him lightly with my elbow. "Zach," I tried again. He groaned and shifted but didn't wake up. "Zach," I smacked his chest, causing him to wake up. 

"What?" he whined. We looked forward and sure enough, there was banging on the door. "Come in!" he called out while I tried going back to sleep. 

The door opened and I heard Brett's voice. "Sorry, I didn't wanna walk in on something that would traumatize me. It's noon, wake up guys," he chuckled. 

I flipped him off and he laughed before cutting to the chase. "There's a party tonight." 

How is there a party every weekend? 

"James is throwing it," he stated. 

"Good for him," I mumbled. 

"Apparently, you're the co-host, Elle," he said. 

I scoffed, "Not if I don't go," I replied. 

"You're not going to go?" he asked. 

"Are you kidding me?" I sat up, "After this past week, I-" I stopped talking when I realized I hadn't told Zach anything. "No, I'm not going. I have no interest in ever seeing his face anywhere because every time I see it, all I want to do is punch it," I huffed. 

"You don't have to interact with him there, it's crowded enough for you to get away," Brett shrugged, "Your call." 

"I think we'll pass," Zach said. 

"You're not going?" Brett and I asked in sync. "Why aren't you going?" I questioned. 

"Because if I do go there, I will punch him," he shrugged. 

"So you guys are just going to stay here?" Brett asked. 

"I guess," I shrugged. 

"Yup, we're staying in," Zach yawned. 

"Okay, I'll see you guys later then," he replied before leaving. 

"I'm going back to sleep," I mumbled. 

Before I could collapse on the bed, he put an arm around my waist and pushed me back up in a sitting position. "It's noon," he stated. 

"And?" I asked, "It's Saturday," I argued. 

"Come on, let's do something," he said as he shook my arm. 

"Fine, if by the time I come out of the bathroom, you don't have an idea of how we can spend our time, I will..." 

What will I do? 

"Not kiss you for twenty-four hours," I huffed before going into the bathroom. I washed my face first before grabbing my toothbrush and beginning to brush my teeth. 

"How is that fair? Twenty-four hours?" he asked while coming into the bathroom and grabbing his toothbrush. 

"You're wasting time," I said, our eyes meeting in the mirror. 

He rolled his eyes and fell into thought while I began smiling at how adorable he looked when he tried concentrating. I finished brushing my teeth and then grabbed my hairbrush while he finished up. I brushed my hair and put it up before beginning to look for a hair tie. 

I always lose those freaking things. 

Anyone who uses hair ties knows what I'm talking about, they never last. One second, they're on your wrist and the next they've disappeared. I opened the cabinet and looked but it wasn't in there, nor should it be, I closed it and huffed, scanning around the bathroom while letting out a sigh and letting my hair fall while I looked in drawers and around the place. 

I guess I'm not tying my hair right now. 

I watched in the mirror as he stood behind me, with an amused expression painted on. 

"What?" I asked, looking at him weirdly. 

"Nothing," he chuckled while stepping forward and putting his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. 

"Do you have any ideas on what to do?" I asked. 

"A few," he mumbled while pushing my hair to one side. I shook my head while chuckling. He laid a few kisses on my neck which sent a flurry of butterflies swirling in my stomach before he pulled back and looked at me in the mirror, holding my hair tie up. 

I spun around to face him instantly. "Where did you find that?" I asked in confusion. 

"I slipped it off your wrist when you were brushing your teeth," he said, grinning cheekily. 

I rolled my eyes at him before throwing my hair up in a bun. "That's not very nice," I narrowed my eyes at him while tying my hair. 

"Neither am I," he shrugged. 

Touche. 

Of course, that's what he said. I glared at him while he smiled back at me feigning innocence. 

"Ellie," he stated. 

"Zach," I said mockingly. 

"We have the apartment to ourselves tonight," he smirked. 

"What about it?" I questioned. 

"We can mess up the apartment without getting in trouble. Wanna bake a cake?" he asked, excitement overflowing his senses. 

I stared at him, slightly confused. 

Zach Rivers, ladies, and gentlemen. 

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"But I don't know how to bake a cake!" I whined while he tried pulling me off of the couch and into the kitchen. Brett and all the others went to that party. 

"Then learn! Come on," he pouted, "What else can we do?" He lifted a brow at me. 

"A lot more," I replied while he pulled me up and against himself. 

"Like?" he asked with a smirk. 

"Like..." I trailed off while tracing his collar bone because as always this boy doesn't know how to wear a shirt. 

"Watch a movie," I smirked before sitting back down. 

"You're such a tease," he huffed while sitting beside me, "I hate it." 

I laughed while sitting in a way that I faced him completely. "And anyway, we don't have the ingredients we need to bake a cake. I think you're forgetting that this is Brett's apartment. Keep in mind, this place didn't even have one apple and he never went grocery shopping." I gave him a pointed look. 

"He still doesn't," he replied while tracing circles onto my thigh. 

"Hence, we cannot bake a cake," I shrugged. 

"Then what do we do? We've been watching movies all day," he groaned. 

"You're so picky," I rolled my eyes, "What do you want to do? I'll let you decide," I said while leaning my head back on the couch. 

"Mm, you'll regret saying that. I'm not that good with ideas," he chuckled. 

"Whatever you want to do, I'm down," I shrugged before grabbing my phone and beginning to scroll through social media. I looked up at him and saw him arching an eyebrow at me, almost suspiciously. 

"What?" I chuckled. 

"Whatever I wanna do?" he asked. 

"I'll answer that after you tell me what it is that you wanna do," I retorted. 

I'm not walking into that one. 

"Not something that you'd wanna do," he sighed. 

"Hmm, like?" I smirked. 

"It's too soon," he shook his head. 

"Is it?" I asked, amused at how awkward he was finding this. We weren't little kids anymore. 

"You don't think it's too soon?" he asked, seeming shocked. 

"For what?" I chuckled. 

"To- you know..." he trailed off with a shrug. 

I love him when he feels awkward. He's so cute. 

"To what?" I questioned, "Zach," I sighed when he didn't answer. "To what? Have sex? Sleep together? Is that what you're trying to say?" I laughed. 

"You-" he gaped at me. 

"Zach, I'm not Virgin freaking Mary." I gave him a pointed look. 

"You don't think it's too soon?" he asked in confusion. 

"It is, but that doesn't mean you can't say the word. We're not in the second grade anymore," I pinched his cheek, taunting him. 

He smacked my hand away and clicked his tongue in frustration, glaring at me. He stared at me while I bit back a laugh. 

"Aww, Zach. You're blushing," I teased him further. He just waited not-so-patiently for me to stop but did I? Of course, not. 

"Is this what I get for staying in? An awkward conversation about sex?" he asked. 

"Well, you're the one that wanted to have sex," I shrugged nonchalantly. 

He stared at me before beginning to poke and tickle me everywhere because frankly, I am ticklish everywhere. 

"Stop!" I yelled for the billionth time and this time he finally did. I was breathing heavy and he had a smile on his face, grinning probably at how he had me pinned under him on the couch. "Get off," I chuckled and he did. 

He sat in front of me while I sat up and looked at him. "You're such an idiot," I shook my head while running my hand through my hair. 

"Hmm, but I'm your idiot," he winked before reaching out and pulled me over and into a kiss. 

I smiled while trying to pull back but he wasn't having it which led him to tumble on top of me. He lay on top of me without breaking the kiss, his lips moving in sync with mine while his hand rested at my waist under my shirt. He tickled me briefly, making me laugh before he pulled away enough to look at me. "I am your idiot. Right?" he frowned. 

"Yeah, you're my idiot," I laughed before pulling his lips back down to mine.

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Chapter thirty-two

This chapter was supposed to be in Zach's POV but I accidentally wrote in Ellie's so just ignore that and I'm sorry I haven't updated in a second but I'm not home right now and we're out for a while on a little trip and Wi-Fi doesn't exist here so I'm just using my hotspot for updates.

Which also means I have to edit and do spelling checks manually so ignore any typos <3

Next Chapter: You're mine

^Will be in Zach's POV