Romance: Zach (A College Bad Boy Romance)

by White, Jane S.

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  ZACH

  A College Bad Boy Romance

  By: Jane S. White

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  CAN YOU SOLVE THIS RIDDLE?

  “What do you break before you use it?”

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  Zach

  Chapter 1

  Michelle stretched, yawning as the captain of the football team and obnoxious neighbor in the dorm scored the winning touchdown. It was one of the most important games of the season, and although she loathed Zach Morrison, she was very well-endowed with school spirit. That wasn't the only way she was well-endowed, not that anybody would be able to tell beneath her baggy clothes. She hid her body away from the world, the typical nerdy girl who was afraid to let anybody in.

  Not afraid, she decided. No, she was just a lot more modest than the types of girls who tried to get everybody's attention just by using her looks. Michelle was much more than looks – she was incredibly smart, and she wanted to be taken seriously and acknowledged for who she was. That, and she had never learned how to do her own makeup, and trying out different hairstyles always left her in tears. There was nothing more frustrating than trying to make her willful hair cooperate, and if it didn't come naturally to her, she dismissed it as unimportant. Beauty didn't come naturally to her, so she found it unimportant.

  She glanced over at her friend Levi, a straight-laced intellectual, with soft brown eyes and sandy brown hair. He was extremely handsome, and made it his business to stay involved in all of the student activities. There was a tradition among their friends to attend all of the football games together, even though they were tedious and boring to them, because Levi couldn't bear to miss seeing the game for himself so he could report on it for the campus newspaper. If there was any reason for her to care whether or not beauty came naturally to her, it was him.

  Levi worked hard at everything he did, just like Michelle, and didn't seem like he had any time for dating or relationships. She had never heard him speak of any significant women in his life, and so she had held onto the secret hope that maybe this meant that he was a free agent, ready and capable of settling down with a woman when the time was right. It seemed almost sinful that a boy as perfect as Levi would be single, but she had never had the nerve to ask, worried that it might make her appear needy or interested in him.

  Even if she was interested in him, she wasn't sure she wanted him to know it. She wasn't the kind of girl perfect boys fell for. She was quiet and reclusive, smart and devoted to her studies. She was at Placard University studying Law with an emphasis in social justice. It was her passion and she was dedicated to succeeding in her field. She wouldn't let relationships get in her way, and certainly didn't feel inclined to waste her time on petty self-maintenanc routines like most women, taking hours on her appearance when her time would be spent most wisely perfecting her term papers.

  Levi was engrossed in the game, and stood up cheering loudly when the scoreboard changed. She glanced at Levi and down to Zach, who was doing a goofy little dance. Fanservice, she thought bitterly as the cheerleaders began to swarm around him. He was far too popular for his own good. Being his neighbor in the dorms was a less than pleasant experience. Every night he seemed to bring home a new girl, and she had the displeasure of hearing just how different each of them sounded as they came under his giant, hulking body. The man was ripped; it was no wonder he was the captain of the football team. He was obnoxiously handsome too, and he knew it. When he fixed his smile on you it was like being caught under an interrogation lamp asking, “How can you deny this face?” It drove her crazy.

  “There's an afterparty,” Levi said to nobody in particular. Michelle looked around at their small group of friends; Alissa, the math whiz, Tiffany, a linguist, and Bev, the environmental sciences major. They had turned their eyes up thoughtfully at the mention of the after party. Levi was always in the know about these things, considering his close relationship with the student activities staff. He was the kind of person who belonged at an after party, smart, attractive, well-groomed and well-dressed, but Michelle was not.

  “Count me out,” she said, shaking her head. “I have to study.”

  Although she was tempted to go so that she could have an excuse to spend more time with Levi, she didn't want to waste her time being anywhere near Zach. His sex sounds would echo in her ears whenever she was forced into making chit chat with him, and it was embarrassing.

  “Me too,” Bev said.

  “I should study, but I think my brain will fry if I spend one more night in front of my computer screen,” Tiffany said with a loud sigh.

  “I'd rather party,” Alissa said. Out of the four girls, she was the one who enjoyed the party scene the most, and they could usually count on her to be shirking her homework in order to guzzle down a beer or two. She was smart enough in her field to get away with that though, and could deal with numbers in her head as if she were a calculator. Michelle was always impressed by this skill.

  She parted ways with her friends and headed back to her dorm room. Somehow she had made the mistake of joining a co-ed dorm, which meant that she and Zach were stuck next to each other; at least until the end of the term. She knew exactly why he was there – to scout out the women of interest in the area and lure them into his messy room, so they could have loud, obnoxious sex ridiculously close to where Michelle was trying to sleep or study. She herself had simply marked the wrong box and been unpleasantly surprised by the outcome.

  Michelle decided to shower quickly while the rest of campus was out celebrating the victory out on the field. It was always more peaceful when people who didn't stake their lifeblood on sports weren't around. She was, of course, only thinking about Zach.

  Chapter 2

  Michelle took her time in the shower, using more hot water than she normally felt comfortable using. Most of the people in her dorm were sports lovers, so they wouldn't be coming home to shower for the rest of the night if she was lucky. She soaped her hair up lavishly and inhaled the aromas, her thoughts returning to Levi.

  Would he ever like her back? It was hard to say. She would have to do something to catch his attention if that was truly what she wanted. She stood in front of the mirror, foggy now from the steam, and studied her reflection. When her curly, hair was wet, it was heavy and straight, much easier to pull back and style. Without any hair care products, it was constantly a mess. She had taken to pulling it into a loose pony tail or bun so she wouldn't have to deal with it.

  She wore glasses with a thick black frame, a look that labelled her the quee
n of all geeks. Behind them, she was hiding eyes, deep as pools and as clear as rain. Her complexion was perfect, fortunately, and her face was beautiful in its own right, but she hid it constantly with those large frames and a serious demeanor. She rarely wore dresses or high heels or anything impractical at all, and couldn't navigate her way around makeup to save her life. There was nothing much in it for her, she decided. No makeup could make her look prettier.

  Still, she couldn't help but admire her slender body and large breasts, the long, finely sculpted legs that curved in all the right places. She had an athletic build but no use for it, though she did go for runs every morning to maintain her good figure. It was the only time she could feel safe running and able to hide her bouncing breasts from prying eyes. They were embarrassing, and often uncomfortable, but she was proud of them in all their perfection, round and supple, flawless and firm. It was a body most women would envy, but she did nothing to advertise it to the world, choosing instead to keep it her own special secret. If a man could see past her nerdiness, maybe he would be lucky enough to see the rest of her as well.

  She was lucky enough that the showers were located right across the hallway from her dorm room. She would probably have gone crazy if there were people on both sides of her room and across from it, especially if they were all like Zach. She shuddered at the thought and wrapped her fluffy pink towel around her body, hoping to slip into her dorm room undetected.

  As soon as she opened the door she groaned. There was Zach, smiling arrogantly as one of the cheerleaders grinned up at him adoringly. The sight was enough to make her want to puke, and she walked past them quickly with her eyes to the ground. She hoped to let herself into the room and cursed loudly to herself when she realized there was one small problem – she had locked herself out.

  She struggled with the door in her towel as Zach wrapped his strong, tan arms around the cheerleader and kissed her slowly, their sickening smacks piercing into Michelle's thoughts.

  “Congratulations on winning the big game!” she exclaimed, hoping to break them up. If she had to hear one more giggle she would scream. “Next stop, championships, right?”

  Zach broke away from the kiss briefly, running his hand through his touselled blonde hair and fixing his deep blue eyes onto Michelle.

  “Yup. Thanks,” he said, before resuming his lip work.

  She struggled with the door, sighing loudly before Zach finally noticed.

  “Having trouble there, champ?” he asked condescendingly, raising an eyebrow at her.

  She gritted her teeth, feeling his eyes roaming her up and down. Her towel was puffy enough to hide her cleavage – she had chosen it for that purpose – so hopefully she would escape his “female meat” radar. Not that he would ever consider having sex with a geek like her, which was to her benefit.

  He glanced at the door and broke away from the cheerleader for a moment, who was giggling hysterically, covering her mouth as if somebody would reprimand her for teasing a less fortunate person but not caring very much whether she was in trouble for it or not.

  “Here,” Zach said, touching Michelle's shoulder with two skilled fingers to move her away from the door and giving it a loud, square kick. She had to recover from the unexpected touch, and pursed her lips as a loud bang echoed through the hallways. She heard a splintering sound and cringed, wondering how much she would have to pay for the damages. The door flew open as if Zach was just opening a jar of pickles, and Michelle ducked inside.

  “Thanks...champ,” she said begrudgingly.

  “Yup,” Zach answered. He didn't give her a second glance before he was in front of the cheerleader again. Michelle closed the door and got dressed, extremely embarrassed but grateful that she didn't have to be out in that hallway a second longer.

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  DARKNESS

  AWAKENED

  By Jane S. White

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  Darkness Awakened

  Chapter 1

  Dawn Loeb stretched, her full lips parting into a yawn as she crossed the street, heading to the parking garage. She had pulled a double shift at the hospital and was feeling completely exhausted. It would have been all right if she had a family to come home to, but since her mother died all she had was Brandon next door. Her mother and father had traveled a lot when she was younger, leaving her with other family members until she was old enough to look after herself.

  She felt like she had been robbed of much precious time with her family and filled with questions nobody would ever answer. Who were the strange visitors calling at all times of the night? Where would they run off to at a moment's notice? Sometimes she would sneak into her mother's closet and hear her speaking words in another language and see light through the cracks in the door. What were they doing?

  She never knew what they did on their long journeys away, but she knew for sure that after her mother died, her father left and preferred whatever it was to coming home and missing his wife's absence. The mystery haunted her, she only received postcards from her father every once in a while, and always from a different place.

  Dawn sprinted until she safely reached the other side of the street, then turned the corner and headed toward the parking garage. It was her daily routine to squeeze in whatever exercise she could get. She slipped past a dark alley way, picking up her pace as she moved. The alley always gave her the creeps at night. She always felt like somebody was in there, watching her. She tucked her long, blonde hair behind her ear and paused. She thought she heard a noise.

  Suddenly, a muffled scream reached her ears, panicked and disturbingly close. Now she knew she'd heard a noise. She moved cautiously towards the alley, all thoughts of her own fears behind her. She had taken a few self-defense classes back when she was finishing college and now she hoped they would come in handy. She approached the scene as quietly as she could, hoping to keep the advantage. When she finally neared the cause of the disturbance, she was repulsed by the scene before her – a man was crouched over a woman. All she could see was his muscular back pushing the boundaries of his black blazer.

  The woman beneath him was gasping and batting him away, the futile efforts doing nothing to move his strong body away from her. Dawn looked around frantically. If he was that strong, she would need a weapon to help her. Fortunately, somebody had left some broken boards leaning against the building. She grabbed one and struck the man over the head. He hissed in pain, an other-worldly sound, and released his vice grip on his victim. The poor woman took her chance to flee. Clutching her bleeding neck with a dazed face, and stumbling over the scattered cardboard boxes in the alley, she ran behind Dawn into the streets - leaving Dawn alone to face with the infuriated predator.

  “Stay Back!!” Her hands shook as she gripped the board, holding it over her shoulder and eyeing the man daringly.

  Dawn didn't know where all of this courage came from, but she liked it. She could sense that there was something strange about the man, but she couldn't put her finger on what. If he came at her she would strike again, and she wanted him to know that she wasn't afraid of him. At the very least, she wasn't as afraid of him as he might want her to be. Even if her heart was pounding, she would make sure her hands were steady and her aim was true. She was already studying him to see if she could predict the way he would move. Somehow she thought that maybe she could, her body was always surprising her like that - sometimes she would know things there was no reason for her to know - but he was slowly straightening himself, his back to her and she almost dreaded guessing what could happen next.

  When he turned around, his icy blue eyes locked on hers. She found herself caught in the gaze, unable to look away. He seemed to be pulling her into a whirlpool, but instead of being sucked in, she merely studied it as it swirled behind his crisp blue eyes. She was still scared though. No matter how much she told herself to, she couldn't make herself s
trike him first. She thought, a little shamefully, that he had the most beautiful eyes that she had ever seen. It caught her off guard, and she swallowed hard, gripping her board tightly, trying to convince herself that when the moment came, she would be able to handle herself. There was no way he would just let her get away with this, so she had to stand firm.

  ***

  Micheil felt his chest heaving as he zoned in on the pesky woman who had lost him his most recent kill. She would pay dearly – he had hunted this woman for months, tracking her every move, learning where she would be so that when she does disappear – the police wouldn’t ask too many questions. When there was something he wanted, he got it. That was just how things went. And when he didn't get what he wanted, things got bad. Just as they were going to get bad for this new woman, whoever she was.

  But when he turned to face her, instead of lunging and sinking is teeth deliciously into her soft neck, he couldn't allow himself to do it. She stared at him as he willed her into a trance so he could lunge himself at her, but she simply gazed at him with an oblivious curiosity, as if she could see what he was trying to do and lacked interest and patience for it.

  He tried to lunge at her, but his feet were cemented to the ground. Instead of striking, it was as if a barrier had been put between the two of them. Instead of killing her immediately as he would have done under normal circumstances, he found himself pausing to study her features. She was absolutely stunning – he hadn't seen a woman this beautiful since the French revolution, another blonde, though her beauty mark had been penciled in. She had been holding her heavy pink skirts up, fleeing the streets. He had saved her from the riot, drawn as he was to her beauty, and taken her to what was, at the time, his home. She wasn't able to understand him though, and he had been forced to do away with her after a short time. It had been a sorely disappointing experience.