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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

-ˋˏ 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩 ˎˊ-

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╰┈˚ · ° .  AFTER THE TRAGIC, or in my opinion, not so tragic death of the football coach and teacher William Tanner, the school decided to hold an event to increase the funds on the entire town's athletic department.

That was how Caroline Forbes, captain of the cheerleader squad, accomplished to organize the Sexy Suds Car Wash.

And thanks to Zyran, now we both had joined the dozens of students outside Mystic Falls High School High to clean cars.

"Why did you accept it again?" I asked out loud to the man as we walked towards Caroline to receive whatever instruction she had for us.

He let out a scoff, "Do you even have to ask me?" He said with a grin, "We are helping our town, obviously."

It wasn't that, that's for sure.

"Sure." I said not believing a word he had said.

"Here you are!" Caroline exclaimed as she saw. She clapped her hands excitedly, "I was starting to think that you wouldn't have come."

"Sorry, I had to drag her here." Zyran said, exposing his charming smile to the blonde as he literally dragged me to stand next to him.

Caroline laughed, a true laugh that scrunched her nose in a very adorable way before seriousness fell into her features. "So... No friend discounts. No freebies. No pay-you-laters. We are not running a charity here. And the event is called Sexy Suds, so off the shirts."

"Got it. They pay, we wash. And we do that without the shirts."

Satisfied with the reply, Caroline nodded her head once before walking away.

"You heard the girl." Zyran said as he started to unbutton the few actually buttoned buttons on his cotton shirt leaving him in only his toffee colored lined pants. His shoulders were broad, his arms were clearly defined as was his chest and abs. They weren't obscenely big but he for sure was packing some muscles. "Up."

I titled my head as if to ask him if he was serious. And when his reply was an arched brow, I complied, raising my arms so he could take off my shirt revealing the deep purple bikini top and the dark jeans shorts. "If you wanted to see me without my shirt you could've just said so." I commented.

"Trust me, as much I enjoy the view and I really am..." he trailed off as his eyes traveled down my body, teeth biting his lower lips.

"But?"

"But... we are helping our town, we are going to have fun and I get to see you without a shirt."

I chuckled at his reply and a grin matching his, formed on my lips."Wear this." He said, passing me the shirt that he took off.

"Why?" I asked.

"So now we are helping our town, we are going to have fun, I get to see you without a shirt and see you in my clothes." He said, smiling widely without a shame at his words.

"You are ridiculous." I scoffed. "I'm going to get it all wet if I wear it."

"Who cares." Zyran shrugged his shoulder, taking my hand and starting to drag me towards the first car that we would wash.

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╰┈˚ · ° .  "Is Vicki still at your house?" Zyran asked as he sprayed the car with the hose.

"Yep." I replied letting out a chuckle. "My brother has no shame, really."

"He is a teenage boy that is in love." Zyran replied. "He does not care."

At that, a thought popped in my mind that I gave voice to. "Did you ever fall in love?" I asked.

His eyes left the car for a second to meet mine. "I had flings, more than I cared to admit to you but I never actually fell in love before. Did you?"

"Had flings or fell in love?"

"Both."

"I never fell in love." I replied, though only to one of the questions.

"Alright, alright. Keep your secret." He teased even if it was evident that he wanted an answer, he didn't insist.

Changing the subject of the conversation I revealed to him the latest event. "Stefan surprised Elena yesterday. He cooked her an entire dinner so she could get to know him. It was romantic."

"He did?"

I hummed under my breath, taking my time to soap the car with the sponge. "Yes. He cooked her favorite dish. Chicken Parmesan."

He gasped, closing his eyes in delight."Oh that's a good one. Now I'm getting hungry."

When he isn't?

"Well, at least now I know how to win you over." I deadpanned. "Cooking for you seems like a good choice to go with."

"Trust me, it's not needed." He mumbled under his breath, probably I wasn't even meant to hear it, but still, I caught it. "Don't you hate cooking?" He then asked.

"Yes." But I would do it for him, I didn't add.

"You can bake me all the cookies you want though. I'm not going to decline that." I knew he was completely serious and that made it ten times funnier.

"You think only with your stomach." I deadpanned.

He gasped, faking offense. "Take it back."

"Or what?"

I probably should have seen it coming. He shifted his hold on the hose, placing a finger at the end so that the water that got out had a wider range, falling out like sprinklers, and his aim was on me. "Take it back!" He yelled.

"Never!" I shouted back, deciding that running was the best option. It would have been if his legs weren't double my lengths. He ended up in front of me, using the water as a weapon. "Zyran!"

His laugh was the best thing that I ever heard, usually, now it made me petty. So I threw at him the foam coming from the sponge.

"You didn't."

"I did." I said as I laughed at his face half covered in foaming soap.

"Oh." He was suddenly like a burning star. His grin widened to something dangerous that made my inside melt with fire, and his eyes almost looked like a sapphire blue had veiled them. I took a step back, not in fear, no, all but that, his eyes darken to something primal that was quickly suppressed though. "Start running Darlin'." he sing-songed.

"This is a fundraiser. " Came the shout of the one and only Caroline Forbes. "Go fuck somewhere else!"

Her words were like an ice bucket but when I was distracted for a second to look at the girl, Zyran was on me. He threw me on his shoulder using the hose to drench me until I resembled a drowned rat. "You fucking bastard."

His laugh once again filled the air, and this time I couldn't help but join him, even if he had to yet let me down on my feet.

"Let me down." I said between the slipped laughs.

"Nope." His hand squeezed my thigh, almost brushing against the seam of my shorts. Meaning, his hand was very up. "Since we have been freed from the car wash by the cheerleading queen herself, I say let's order food and spend the rest of the day cuddling while watching Marvel movies."

"I'm in."

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˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!!

I know that this chapter is short but it's a very light and fun one.

I actually really liked writing this. It shows a version of Meda that is more lighthearted. I hope she comes back in the future with that heavy shit that will rain on them soon!

Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Saturday!

˚ · ° . 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 . ° · ˚

𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

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– 𝐋𝐨𝐥𝐚 ☾