Hey guys-

Next chapter is coming after this! In the works as we speak, but I decided to just update tomorrow because it's 4 AM and I was very busy today.:) Above is Eleanor Farrell

Without further adieu, I present to you...

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scarlett malfoy

"Psst," a familiar voice rings in my ear, "Get up."

I stretch my body and flutter my eyes open only to see Narsa and Lola hovering over me.

I was taken aback given the circumstances that they came to me out of butt fuck nowhere.

"Fucking hell," I muttered, "Why are you all so fucking close to me?"

"We're going to get breakfast," Narsa mumbled, "Get up."

I groan as I pull the covers off of me, though I stay in bed.

"Could you just-. Could I just-. Meet you down there?" I grog as I rub my eyes.

Narsa scoffs.

"What, so you can sleep another hour?" she beckoned.

"Why in fuck's name are you two awake so early all the fucking time," I mutter under my breath.

"Why aren't you?" Lola responded.

"Out," I groaned, "Get out. I'll be down in a bit."

They all huffed as they left the room stomping their little feet.

Fucking babies, I tell you.

I hate waking up early. I hate mornings in general. I'm the last to always wake up when I'm home, but here at bloody Hogwarts it's a different fuckin' story.

I got early bird fucking roommates.

Amelie and Lola wake up so early to go on morning fucking strolls while I'm still in bed.

I have been late to class for years now.

& To think that Lola and Narsa want me up early?

Bullshit, if you ask me.

I pull the covers over my body once more as I close my eyes to fall asleep once more.

Being awake is too much bloody work.

Suddenly, an annoying knock emits from my door.

"I said I'll be down in a bit," I shouted with little to no energy.

Another knock emitted.

Fucking hell.

I get up from my bed with frustration as I storm to the door.

As I swing it open, Zenith is standing right in front of me; white t-shirt and blue striped pajama pants.

Fuck's sake.

"What?" I seethed.

"Okay...? Rude?" Zenith mutters as he finds himself walking inside my room, "Are you down for a quickie?"

I scoff.

"No," I respond, "I'm fine. But thanks."

I close the door behind me as he turns around, looking directly into my eyes.

Why am I not phased?

You ever just get tired of someone's bullshit?

"No?" he says softly, "You don't want to shag...?"

"Did I not just tell you my answer-."

"Why do you suddenly not want to fucking fuck?"

"Because I'm done with you-."

"You said that 3 fucking times, Scar," he spat as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, "You and I both know that you can't resis-."

"Okay, stop right there," I snarl. I cross my arms and look directly at him, "I can definitely fucking resist you, Zenith Arlo Zabini. Do not test me."

Zenith chuckles.

"Darling, as I said previously, you and I both know-."

"I don't want to fuck with you anymore. I don't want to have any lowkey shagging with you. I'm done. I'm tired. I truly don't deserve th-."

"Oh would you just be quiet?" Zenith groans as he takes a seat on the ottoman, "Surely you don't mean that."

I roll my eyes and scoff.

"You're not all that, you do realize that, right?" I bicker.

We argue all the fucking time. All the fucking time over the same shit. What the fuck is new?

"And you think that you are?" Zenith retorts, getting up from the ottoman and inching closer towards me.

"I know I am, Zenith. In fact, the whole fucking school would kill to fuck me," I snarled as I backed up.

He chuckles once more.

"Then let them have you," Zenith bickers as he raises both his hands up in surrender, "By all means, go for it."

"First of all, bitch. No one, and I mean no one owns me. Secondly, whore, don't ever expect me to come at your call whenever you please. I'm really fucking done with you, Zenith."

"You're-. You're going to regret saying that, Scar," he says lowly. "You really are."

"Oh, fuck off. You won't do shit-."

Zenith storms towards me with anger as I immediately shove him away from me before he could lay a fucking finger.

"IF you EVER try to lay a fucking hand on me, I will have Oliver and Zeno rip your fucking throat out," I seethed through my teeth, "Or I will do it myself."

I clenched my fist as he gulped.

"Fuck you," he muttered.

He passed by me and stormed out the dorm, slamming the door as he left.

And so I huffed.

Men are something else.

I'm so bloody tired of his shit! How is all of that fair? The whole concept of us sleeping around whilst he can fuck whoever he wants and I can't?

Men are something else.

No. He's not a man.

If anyone is a man, it's my uncle, my father, Oliver, and Zeno.

Zenith is far from a man.

Frustrated as ever, I storm towards my dresser and pull out a sweatshirt to put it over my tank top.

I'm not in the fucking mood for titty tank top today.

Plus, Mel isn't here.

She's out probably fucking with my cousin.

I'm not stupid.

I slip into the bathroom and quickly wash my mouth with mouthwash because I'm too damn lazy to brush my fucking teeth; I'm angry.

Once all that shit is over, I head out the dorm immediately and speed walk down the corridors.

Teens giggle and talk alongside one another and the sun is too fucking bright.

Ugh, my hair is probably fucking stupid right now; I certainly forgot to brush my hair.

Who does Zenith think he is?

Like, I am the daughter of Draco Lucius Malfoy! The one who had extreme anger issues during HIS time in Hogwarts!

It feels good putting my fucking foot down.

My mum and dad did NOT raise weak children.

As soon as I reached the Great Hall, I immediately smell the syrup and fruits. I scan the Hall and see that there are very little people down here right now; so it's that early, huh?

Lola and Narsa are fucking insane.

I walk towards the Slytherin table where I see Oli, Narsa, and Lola.

But no Zenith.

Good.

I take a sit next to Oliver whilst Narsa and Lola are across us.

"Look at you! It's been less than 30 minutes and you're already here!" Lola exclaims as she pours herself apple juice.

"That's a new record, innit?" Oliver added as he poured milk into his cereal bowl.

I flicked them both off as they chuckled.

"Do you know when Mel and Zeno will be back?" I queried, as I started placing a waffle or two onto my plate, "I'm starting to miss Mel."

"And I miss Zeno," Oliver pouted, following a soft chuckle.

"No idea," Narsa responded, pushing her blueberries around with her fork, "But I do know that they left two hours back."

My eyes widen.

"Fucking 6 AM?" I blurted.

Lola and Narsa gave me a look of idiocy, then looked at one another, then sighed.

"No, Scarlett," Oliver sighed, "It's 10 AM."

I bit my lip.

"Oh," I said flatly.

Silence.

Oliver's obnoxious cereal chewing was getting under my skin, though.

"Shouldn't they be back? It's been two hours," I said as I poured syrup onto my waffle.

"You know how Zeno is," Oliver responded, "Once he's at Hogsmeade, expect for him to leave with a bunch of unnecessary knick-knack bullshit from Zonko's Joke Shop."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"The Stink Pellets last year?" I snorted.

They all groaned after briefly remembering exactly what I was talking about.

"Fucking hell, I'm eating. You didn't have to say that," Narsa groaned.

Zeno did a little prank on the first years and the smell of the pellets lingered around the Slytherin corridors for a solid week. Though I don't think anyone knew who the culprit was.

Just then, Zenith comes towards our table.

I uncomfortable shift in my seat and look down at the table.

Zenith takes a seat next to Narsa and huffs.

"Good morning my lovely people," he beams.

"Good morning, Zenith-poo," Oliver said enthusiastically, "What brings you here so early?"

"Oh, nothing, really," he says swiftly, "I was just... fucking Eleanor Farrell in the bathroom."

My throat immediately tightened.

I look up slowly when I see that Zenith is already looking right at me- eager for a reaction out of me.

Well, he won't get shit.

"Oh? Is that so?" Oliver beamed, "And where did this Eleanor Farrell girl come from? What house?"

"Ravenclaw," Narsa responded, "Her dorm is right next to mine. Loud girl, that one."

"You know her?" I ask.

"Know her? All the fucking lesbians of Ravenclaw knows her. She swims both ways, Zenith. Watch out," Narsa mumbled.

"Those who swim both ways are the most fun," Zenith said slowly, quickly glancing at me once again.

Fuck you, Zenith.

I glance over at Lola when I notice that she's slightly uncomfortable.

"Lola," I say softly, "Are you alright?"

She gulps.

"I... don't really like Eleanor," she mumbles as she looks down at the table, fiddling with her fingers, "She's sort of mean."

All I did was nod. I couldn't care less about this Eleanor chick. OR Zenith for that matter.

I could care less about the both of them.

If he wants to see other people and rub it in my face, then so be it.

Just as long as I'm fucking free from his bloody hell of a grasp.

***

amelie zabini

After breakfast and the damn Joke Shop, we headed back towards Hogwarts - hand in hand with one another.

"I'm new to this," I said softly, "With all of this, really."

Zeno looked down at me as we walked together in unison.

"I guess we'll learn together, Mel," he responded lowly. "What do you think they'll say when we tell them we're together?"

My throat tightens.

"W-. We're telling them?"

"I mean, there's no way we can hide it. What, did you really think we'd be able to keep us a secret? I wouldn't be able to contain myself, really. I'd get way too fucking excited."

I softly chuckled.

"Excited?"

"Excited."

Dating is definitely something I have to get used to. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to be with Zeno. It's just very new to me - and I mean very.

"Are you alright?" I asked lowly.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean-. Are you alright even after that whole thing in the bistro-."

"Mel," he said sternly, "I'm fine. I'm just a little shocked that I-. Told someone."

I gulped.

"It takes a lot of courage telling someone something like that," I responded, "So I'm.. proud of you."

Zeno stopped in his tracks, halting me as well.

I turned around and notice that a small smile has appeared onto his face.

"You are?" he asked softly.

I softly chuckle and nod yes.

He immediately pulls me into an embrace and kisses my head multiple times.

I couldn't help but giggle.

He's a giant, yes.

But he's such a gentle one.

As he pulls away, he places a kiss onto my lips.

Butterflies. Instant butterflies.

I will definitely enjoy everything about this.

Zeno intertwines his large hand with my small and tender ones, grasping tightly.

"We should have a thing every Sunday," Zeno speaks, "Like, a breakfast outting every Sunday, no?"

I look up at him and take in his side profile.

Geez Louise, he's so handsome.

"That sounds like a plan," I respond, "But only if you pay for each meal," I joke.

He chuckles softly.

"Of course," he responds. He takes my hand and places a warm kiss on top, then smiling. "Anything for you, Mel."

"I was only joking, Zeno," I said, "I can pay for mys-."

"Quiet," he snapped, "I said Of course."

Okay, Mr. Demanding.

***

Zeno unlocks the door of his dorm as the smell of weed immediately hits my nose.

"Fucking hell," I mutter as I pinch my nose closed, "What strain is the damn weed?"

Zeno laughs.

"It's your brother's shit weed," he responded, as he tossed his bag of items from the Joke shop onto the ground, "I have absolutely no idea where he got it from, but I urged him not to ever smoke it in the dorm again."

"Of course it's fucking Zenith," I mumbled as I kicked my shoes off and headed towards Zenith's bed, "Matter of fact, where are they right now?"

"Probably eating breakfast," he responded, as he removed his shirt.

Woah, woah, woah, what the fuck?

I can't help but look.

Fuck, I'm staring.

Bloody hell, he's gorgeous.

There's no fucking way we're dating.

"Are you just going to stare?" he protruded my thoughts.

I immediately choked up and my eyes widened as he stared into mine.

"Um-." I say frantically, "Yes...?"

He scoffs.

"Move onto my bed, yeah?" he says softly.

"For?"

He gave me a dumb-founded glance.

"I want to please you. Are you okay with that?"

I gulped.

"Yes," I say softly, "I'm okay with that."

He smiles.

"Alright, start moving Ms. Zabini," he beams.

I immediately get up from Zenith's bed and rigth onto Zeno's.

I lay down and the smell of his sweet, mesmerizing, woodsy cologne wafts at my nose, sending a comforting feeling down and all around my body.

Fucking hell.

I cross my legs and practically kick back all relaxed watching Zeno walk around the room without a damn shirt.

The best view ever.

Zeno walks towards the door and locks it, then walks back towards his dresser.

"What are you in the mood for, Mel?" Zeno asks quietly while remaining eye contact.

Suddenly, my ears warm up and I can feel the blood rushing all around my body.

"Anything, really," I respond softly.

He smirks.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Hmm," he says, "There's about a million ways I can please you. Right now I'm thinkin-."

"How about I please you, Zeno?" I say seductively as I sit up onto his bed.

Zeno's lips part, though he's inaudible; almost taken aback.

"Um-." he stammers, "How so?"

His cheeks slowly turn a light crimson red.

"Come towards me and find out," I say through a smirk.

Not hesitant at all, he comes towards the bed and climbs on top of me gently.

I grab ahold of his forearms and gently push himself off me.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm so-."

"No-. You're fine, Zeno," I assure him, "I just want you to lay down, alright?"

He gulps.

"Okay," he breathes.

Zeno takes my position onto the bed and lays down.

I climb over his lap and place my hands onto his bare chest; his warm body clashing with the coldness of my tender hands.

He sucks in his breath at the sudden feeling of my cold touch; a smirk follows.

My hands slowly run against his chiseled body; from his chest, down to his abdomen, stopping just above his waist line.

My fingers touch around his belt- his zipper- his button.

"Do I have permission to unbuckl-."

"God, fuck yes. Of course you do," he mutters under his shallow breath.

I shift down his lower body as my hands follow; brushing up against his print and onto his semi-thick thighs.

I grope his legs as he sucks in once more.

"The power you fucking hold, Mel," he says under his breath as he watches my every move.

"It's a De Loughrey thing, my love," I smirk, as my hands start unbuckling his belt, "Has anyone ever touched you like this? Must have, right? You're a well renowned womanizer-."

"No," he responds breathlessly, "I give, I don't receive-."

"Well," I say, "I guess from this point on," I come back up in level to his face and lean in to the crook of his neck and whisper into his ear, "That changes."

I go back down as I continue to unbuckle his belt.

Then unbutton his pearled button.

Then zip down his zipper.

I tug at the hem of his pants as he raises his waist a little to assist the removal.

I brush my hand against his growing erection.

How is he already this hard?

"Happy to see me?" I joked.

"Oh, we're always happy to see you, Mel," he says seductively; hoarse voice and all.

My fingers slip under the hem of his boxers as I look up at him- glancing at his reaction.

And he was definitely staring.

His green eyes were glistening in the dimly lit room; you couldn't miss it.

I snapped back to reality after getting lost into his gaze and I gently tug down at his boxers.

Pulling them down slowly, sections of his skin would soon reveal.

His v-line.

The faint hair-line trailing down.

Completely off; his large dick.

"Mel, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to-."

"I want to," I respond immediately as I gently wrap my small hand at the base of his dick, "I really want to."

Shocked at the touch, his breath is sucked in again and he makes a sudden jolt movement.

"Okay, if you insist," he said breathlessly.

I look up at him and smile.

He bites his lip and gulps; staring at my small hand eager for a movement.

My hand slowly starts stroking his dick.

At an instant, he knocks his head back onto his pillow with his lips parted.

He's fucking beautiful. He deserves to be pleased, too.

Slowly, but surely, I align his large tip at the entrance of my lips.

I insert his tip into my mouth, avoiding teeth to touch.

Boys don't like that, is what Lola told me.

My tongue gently twirls around his thick tip as a soft little sound escapes his lips.

I start sucking delicately onto his tip; the most sensitive part of the whole 11 inches of him.

"Shit, Mel," Zeno mutters under his breath, "You-. That-. That feels really good.

My mouth slowly starts letting most of his dick inside my mouth.

Tongue twirling, gently sucking, paying close attention to his tip.

I wrap both my hands around the base of his dick as I start sucking a tad bit faster.

I twist my tender hands around his base whilst sucking his dick as his breathing soon becomes shallow and labored.

"God-. Fuck-. A good, good girl," he mutters under his breath, "Darling-. You have no idea how good you are-."

I attempt to deep throat his dick, though I can only go 3/4th down.

The fellatio soon turns sloppy; wet; good.

His large hands slowly find its way to the sides of my head, when he suddenly brings my hair up, creating a make-shift pony tail,

As I'm sucking, I look up at him and his green eyes are immediately staring deeply into mine.

"You look so fucking beautiful, Mel," he says effortlessly.

He just earned a speed up.

My oral fixation soon speeds up as Zeno subtly starts bucking his hips against my mouth, though not aggressive to the point where it's unbearable; this just means he's about to cum.

"Amelie-. Fuck-. I think-. I'm getting-. close," he moans softly.

My hands do gentle twists, head bobbing up and down, saliva production is increased, and the soft little whimpers coming from his mouth.

This man can be a scary giant- or a gentle, loving, and caring one.

Surely he's a softie, too.

"I'm coming," he breathes, "Mel-."

I bob my head faster as his tip continuously hits the back of my throat.

No gagging here.

Suddenly, a warm liquid shoots in the back of my throat as Zeno softly moans and pants heavily.

Once the coming stops, I swallow all his remains.

I pull away from his dick and wipe my mouth with my wrist.

He looks up at me as a wide smile grows across his sweet face.

"You're something else, holy fuck," he mutters. Zeno sits up immediately and pulls me closer to him.

His lips crash onto mine as his tongue slithers into my mouth; our tongues twirling and accompanying one another.

Zeno's fingers run through my hair.

As we pull away from our kiss, he smiles.

"You don't care that I just swallowed your load? And that you're already kissing me?" I queried.

He scoffed.

"Real men kiss their women after being given pure pleasure. Anyone else is a bloody joke," he responds as he kisses me once more.

I climb off his lap as he pulls up his boxers and pants; zipping, buttoning, buckling.

"Lay down, Mel," he blurts.

My throat tightens.

"What?" I say.

"Lay down on the bed," Zeno responds.

I look at him with confusion.

"What, you think I'm not going to please you after you just pleased me?"

I gulped.

"Go on, Mel. Lay down."

I bite my lip nervously as I find myself laying down onto the bed.

Zeno hovers his large body over mine and cranes his head down at my neck.

He proceeds to nip at the sensitive parts of my neck. His tongue gliding against my tender skin; chills- immediate chills.

Zeno lowers down to my waist as his fingers tuck under the hem of my sweatpants.

"May I remove these off of you?" Zeno asks softly; eyes locked onto mine.

"Yes," I say lowly,"Of course."

Zeno smirks as he tugs at my sweatpants, along with the hem of my underwear, too.

I raise my waist to assist him with the removal of my sweatpants.

After complete removal, he tosses the sweatpants onto the ground near his bed as his large hands pry my legs open gently.

He grips my thighs and my waist.

The warmth of his hands send instant chills and goosebumps around my body.

I look down at him as his eyes are locked in between my legs.

Zeno licks his lips as he slowly dives in between me.

His wet, warm lips come in tact with my pussy.

Zeno's tongue finds its way between the lips of my pussy; his tongue immediately finds my clit.

Oh, fuck.

Zeno grips onto my hips and massages them while his tongue is repetitively stimulating my clit.

"Zeno-. It-. Feels so-. Good,"I whimper through my ragged breathing.

He then gently sucks onto my clit as my back arches out of pleasure.

Zeno's tongue enters inside me as my body is pumping with adrenaline and dopamine.

Back inside me, then onto my clit in a mesmerizing pattern.

Zeno's gripping onto my hips, then my waist, then my thighs, my ass, then back at my hips; all around touchy and hands-on, which only makes this so fucking good and better than anything I've ever received.

"I'm going to come-." I stammer.

I inattentively buck my hips against his mouth as his tongue proceeds to stimulate my clit; only this time it's more pressure and the speed is increased.

Suddenly, my insides twist and churn.

My body shudders as I climax hard; Zeno's hands are keeping me in place, avoiding me to squirm.

"Fuck!" I mutter as I come.

My hands run through his hair as I buck my hips against his mouth, slowly withering from my hard climax.

Zeno pulls away from below me and licks up the moisture from his lips with a devouring smile.

I look up at him as he playfully smacks the side of my thigh.

"How the fuck do you taste so good?" Zeno queries as he positions himself right next to me.

Zeno pulls my body closer to his as he wraps his arms around me.

"A healthy diet, I suppose," I respond, following a soft chuckle.

"And what do I taste like?" he questions.

I look at him and smile.

"Your load?" I ask.

"Yes..."

I bit my lip.

"Like... thick water..?" I respond.

He snickered.

"At least it's not fucking salty," he mutters under his breath,

"Oh, how fucking gross."

The both of us chuckle at the thought of salty cum.

There are men out there with salty loads- thank Merlin that Zeno isn't one of them.

I cup Zeno's face as I place a kiss onto his lips; he smiles against them.

"Mel, you know that I-. That I love you, right?"

I gulp.

"I know," I respond lowly. "I love you...too."

After saying those words, it feels-. Normal.

Like the stars aligned this moment to happen.

Suddenly, loud knocking comes from the door.

Zeno and I immediately look at one another as our eyes widen.

Immediately, he gets up from the bed and picks up my sweatpants and underwear, then rushingly chucks it at me.

"Quick!" he says, "Change!"

I get up from the bed and immediately slip onto my sweatpants with my underwear as Zeno picks up his shirt from the ground.

Once we're both clothed, I jump onto Zenith's bed to act casual at whoever walks through the door.

Zeno flashes a grimacing smile at me as I softly chuckle.

He then opens the door of the dorm when suddenly Oliver, Lola, Narsa, and Scarlett come pouring into the room.

Oliver has a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand and a red plastic cup.

"Day drinking? Day drinking! Day drinking? Day drinking!" Oliver chimes.

His head turns towards me as his emotions grow of confusion.

"Oh! You're here, Mel!" he blurts with a wide smile.

"Why didn't you return back to our dorm?" Lola queried.

My throat tightens once more.

I look up at Zeno in attemp to seek for an answer to give them, but nothing comes in mind; all but one.

"Zeno and I were testing out the stupid stuff he got from the Joke shop," I respond quickly.

"Oh really? What'd you guys get!" Lola cheered.

"Just a bunch of Stink Pellets," Zeno responded with a smirk as he closed the door.

All four of them groan after hearing that word- and to be honest, so did I.

"Don't ever mention that name," I grit.

Lola climbs on top of Zeno's bed with Narsa, whilst Scarlett finds herself on Oli's.

Oliver sits on the edge of his bed as he's already pouring fire whiskey into a red cup.

"Bloody hell, mate," I mumbled, "It's barely 11 AM and you're already drinking?"

"Life is short," he responded through a grin.

"Speaking of drinking," Zeno blurts, "Where the hell is Zenith-poo?"

Oliver snorted.

"He's at Eleanor Farrell's dorm. They're shagging like fucking rabbits."

I look over at Zeno as he gulps.

He glances at me and snaps back to reality; flashing a comforting smile at me.

"Who's that?" I asked, "Is she cute, at least?"

Oliver shrugged.

"I dunno, I guess. She's not really my type," Oliver responded.

"She's cute," Narsa added, "Though she can get real bitchy sometimes."

I glance over at Scarlett as her eyes meet with mine.

She smiles and waves randomly.

I smile and wave back randomly.

Her smile soon drops as her eyes widen.

"What the...fuck," Scarlett mutters.

"What? What's going on," I ask frantically as my anxiousness grows.

Scarlett jolts up from her bed and straight towards me.

She pushes my hair to the side and immediately presses her finger against my neck, in which causes me to wince.

"Holy fuck these small hickeys look fresh!" Scarlett blurted.

I smack her hand away and push my hair back to cover them.

"Idiot," Narsa muttered under her breath.

"Hickeys?" Lola and Oliver queried.

"Where at?" Oliver asked

"Her neck!" Scarlett responded.

I mean, what else could I say? They're not fucking stupid.

"From who?" Lola questioned.

"From me," Zeno's bellowing voice beams as he looks at Lola, "She got them from me."

At an instant, her jaw drops- along with Scarlett and Oliver.

"Holy fucking shit!" Oliver exclaims as he gets up from the ottoman, "There's no fucking way Zeno is shagging Mel!"

My face immediately warms up as I watch their reactions unravel.

"Wow! Well, isn't that something!" Lola cheered.

She gets up from the bed and jumps onto mine as she pulls me into a warm embrace.

"My two most favorite people are dating one another!" Lola exclaims. She pulls away from our hug and looks directly into my eyes, "Wait-. You two are dating, right?"

I nod yes slowly as she looks at Zeno for reassurance; he nods yes slowly, as well.

A squeal escapes her lips as Scarlett claps her hands together in small intervals.

Only person unphased is Narsa.

"Nar," Oliver blurted, "Why aren't you shocked?"

She scoffed.

"I knew the moment they-."

"Alright, Narsa! No more talking about it!" Zeno collapses his body onto Narsa's as he's covering her mouth, avoiding her to speak.

Narsa rips his hand off her mouth and huffs.

"Touch my fucking face again and I'll make sure you lose your hand," she seethes as she flats out her hair after being literally tackled from him.

I glance over at Zeno as he's already smiling at me.

"That was definitely not the reaction I was thinking of," I said to them.

"We're all fucking shocked- trust me. But I mean, the tension was like, always there..." Scarlett responded.

I made a grimacing face as Zeno chuckled.

"Does this mean you just tamed my whore of a brother?" Lola asked.

"Hey! Rude!" Zeno blurts.

I couldn't help but giggle.

"Something like that," I said through a smile. "Definitely something like that."

***

I am fucking exhausted. It's nearly 5 AM. If there are typos please point them out.

Who's Eleanor?

D I S C U S S I O N