Three years ago, Zarek Black swore to himself that he would never touch his stepmother again after he made the greatest mistake - after he impregnated her.

Zarek fixed it though, he forced her into an abortion, yet that did nothing to stop Charlize from continuously hitting and flirting with him. Zarek never fell for her poor and old attempts. That was until now, because as Charlize's tongue grazed his earlobe, her hands running along Zarek's lean body while her legs straddled him, Zarek knew he broke that promise.

Zarek fought the increasing urge to push her away, to cuss at her and call her a disgusting whore because he was desperate - he needed a distraction. Besides, it wasn't like he would go all the way with her; perhaps a dry-hump, or a BJ in extreme cases.

Before Charlize came in, Zarek was laying on his white mattress, with nothing to do. Usually, he would have busied himself with some girl, because his mind would have roamed in dangerous areas otherwise, creating toxic thoughts out of nowhere to feed his increasing paranoia.

The poisonous thoughts were forming in his head as Zarek stared at the white, dull ceiling, and it was all Evangeline's fault. He was trying to stop sleeping around for her, committing himself to only her.

It was frustrating, to say the least.

Evangeline was a virgin, with no sexual experience whatsoever. She was too innocent and pure. Zarek knew that he would completely ruin her by the time he would be done with her. Zarek was actually looking forward to it.

His electric green eyes caught sight of the booty shorts he took from his sister a few nights ago. Zarek felt a wave of stings travel his ill heart. His hand automatically fished a cigarette and lightened it, his other hand under his head as he kept staring at the piece of clothing that could pass as an underwear.

His sister. Violet was just like Evangeline. Both of them had the same qualities in a girl; virginity, naivety, and innocence.

What if someone played Violet just like I'm playing Eva? Zarek's face paled at the thought.

Zarek's frightened green eyes glared two holes at the booty shorts. No one will mess with my sister, Zarek convinced himself. He swore he would kill whoever went near her.

His bedroom door opened. Zarek wasn't expecting anyone, he still reacted fast enough. He put off the Nat Sherman cigarette and hid it under his bed, jumping up on his feet. Zarek's electric green eyes widened in fury when he saw it was Charlize, his stepmother.

Zarek was in need of a distraction, not a cougar.

Charlize smirked at him, inhaling the secondhand smoke that lingered in the air. "Hmm," she breathed, "I like it when you smoke."

Zarek barely glanced at her provocative, velvet dress. He lied back on his bed, a freshly lightened roll in his lips. "I like it too," Zarek mumbled, his eyes closed in relaxation, "It distracts me."

Zarek felt Charlize's weight on him. He didn't flinch, even though he was disgusted by her.

"I can distract you," Charlize whispered in his ear, her hand reaching his jeans as she bit his earlobe. Charlize positioned her legs over Zarek, straddling him. Zarek didn't stop her, despite the fact that he wasn't aroused by her, because he needed to express his frustration in a way.

Charlize suddenly stilled, getting off of him. "What's this?" she hissed, adjusting her purple dress as she walked to his desk.

Zarek's electric green eyes snapped open when he realized she was referring to the jean shorts. He rose up to his feet and snatched them away. "None of your business."

Even though Charlize baked her face in makeup and plastic surgery, the wrinkles were evident in her angry eyes. "Who is she?" she accused, "To who do they belong?"

Zarek relaxed himself, well aware that he was irritating Charlize that way. "Are you jealous?"

Charlize tossed her short, blond curls away from her face. She glared at him. "So what if I am?"

Zarek's relaxed face fell, his electric green eyes mocking. "Stop playing games with me, Char," he said, "We both know you can pass for my grandma."

Zarek watched in satisfaction as Charlize's eyes were stricken. She was tongue-tied, her face a mixture of horror and pain. Just as her hurt eyes began to water, she turned around and hurried her way out of the room, her high-heeled sandals clicking after her in an annoying, fast rhythm.

Zarek knew that age was probably Charlize's only insecurity - the more reason to use it against her. She wasn't even that old, most likely in her mid-forties, but she deserved Zarek's roast - she is a slut still.

Here goes my only distraction, Zarek thought as he got back to his previous cigarette on the ashtray and sucked whatever left of it. He picked up his phone on the bed and dialed a number.

After a few rings, Zarek lost hope of her picking up. After all, it was the middle of the night, and she was her; the overly cautious girl. Zarek was relieved when she picked up in the last second.

"H-hello?" Evangeline's shaky and hushed voice came out of the phone.

Zarek was astonished at her sweet and angelic voice, cursing at himself for not being prepared. He never heard a voice so nice on the phone before, which made Zarek realize that this was the first call he and Eva ever had.

Even though Zarek had done many things with other girls, he felt that this phone call with Evangeline was the most intimate yet.

"Hey," Zarek greeted back, pacing in his room as he scratched his forehead, "You know who's this, right?"

Of course she knew who it was. He did message her a couple of times before. Perhaps he was surprised that she picked up the phone, knowing that it was him in the other line.

Why am I acting like a pussy? Zarek scolded himself.

"Yes." Eva's voice was low and discreet. "It's... It's Zarek, right?"

Zarek went to the balcony, needing some fresh air other than the poisoned one in his room. "Why are you whispering?" he asked, "Are you afraid your mom will hear you?"

The possibility of getting caught thrilled Zarek, giving him a rush. When Evangeline stayed quiet in the other end, Zarek got his answer.

Zarek leaned on the edge of his balcony, staring at nothing in particular. His eyes glanced at the glassy garage, and his dad's jaguar wasn't there. That was why that whore came to me.

He

He sighed, refocusing his attention on the conversation. "Your mom is strict, isn't she?"

Silence.

"You can open up to me, you know?" Zarek said, failing to convince even himself, "After all, I care about you."

"Right." Evangeline sighed. "I'm really sleepy. Good night."

"Stay a lil bit with me." Zarek hated how clingy he sounded, but he didn't want to be a hostage of his own thoughts.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go." Eva yawned.

Zarek couldn't tell if the yawn was fake or not. "Alright," Zarek sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

Zarek came, for the very first time in his whole eighteen years of living, early to school.

It was not for the sake of education, but for the sake of the hardness in his pants. He cursed himself for being attracted to such a goody-two-shoes, and more at the lack of sleep he got the night before. Evangeline barely spoke a few words to him last night, yet he became a victim of her sweet and angelic voice.

He had to give himself some sort of a release - that being his hand.

The last time he had jerked off was back in seventh grade, when he was still a virgin. Zarek shuddered, not believing that such an ugly and a sad word existed. There was nothing better than getting a comforting, tight hug to his sad penis by a loving vagina, and being virgin meant that the person never felt happy or on top of the world before.

To Zarek, there was nothing more tragic than that.

Raven walked up to him. Zarek barely glanced at her band T-shirt and loose jeans. He looked at her warm face -the same friendly ones as Ryan- and thought the girl had potential. Only if she dressed in clothes her actual size -if not a bit smaller- and did something with her golden hair that she always stuffed in a horrendous bun.

That and switching sexualities.

"Hey, Zarek," Raven greeted him, balling her hand and raising it for a fist pump.

Zarek only eyed her fist before he settled for a nod. Raven chuckled and used that same raised hand and punched his shoulder. Her swing hurt more than he showed, and Zarek regretted his suggestion of her getting kickboxing-training because he knew it'd backfire on him.

Raven chuckled. "Now what? Not even acknowledging your old friends?"

If Raven wasn't Ryan's twin sister, Zarek wouldn't even have known she existed. The only girls he was willing to invest his time on were booty calls and flings. He was most certainly not interested in a tomboy lesbian who wanted pussies just as much as he did.

However, he was not about to voice his opinion.

Raven soon indulged herself in a one-sided conversation with Zarek. His mind was somewhere else, imagining someone else, and doing other inappropriate things - so inappropriate, in fact, that the devil himself would blush at.

His electric eyes caught the sight of her. She was struggling to open her locker. Her soft, red hair cascaded down to her mid-back, making her stand out and putting her under the spotlight. She was wearing tight-fitted jeans that did an amazing job at flattering her long legs, and a white, loose tee that barely framed her chest, making Zarek's imagination go wild at what might be underneath.

She huffed as her fingers fiddled with the lock for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Her pouted lips and frowned eyebrows gave her a sense of innocence and cuteness. Zarek couldn't believe he was finding those two hideous adjectives attractive.

Finally ditching Raven behind, he went towards the irritated beauty. The hallways were mostly empty, for they came before anyone else. He crept up behind her, her sweet smell driving him crazy, and pressed his body onto her back. Just letting her get a feel of the hardness she had unintentionally caused.

Evangeline froze in her spot, her muscles tensing. Good, Zarek chuckled darkly to himself, I can get her to go stiff for me too.

Eva turned around, probably ready to slap the hell out of Zarek. Zarek thought he was ready for her, but when her innocent, hazel eyes gazed at him, he lost his shit. He took a step back and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. Just one look from her did what words could never do - he realized he was an asshole.

Zarek cleared his throat. "G'mourning, babe." He smiled sheepishly at Eva. "Don't worry. I just want to talk."

"Talk?" she questioned, her freckled cheeks heating up, "I don't want to talk about anything with you, especially after what you just did."

Zarek knew that she wouldn't pass up what he had done just like that. "Angel," That caught her attention instantly. He felt satisfied that the nickname had the desired effect on her. "You know you don't have to be scared of me, right? You can trust me."

Who am I kidding? Trusting him would be the worst decision she could ever make. He hoped she wasn't smart enough to figure that out. He wished she was as oblivious and gullible she showed to be, because his moves on her wouldn't work otherwise.

"I'm not afraid of you, Zarek." Eva mumbled, tucking her red hair behind her flushed ears.

Zarek hated how soft and warm his name sounded coming out of her delicate mouth. However, he praised himself for distracting her from his asshole stunt on her.

Evangeline bit her lip, the movement resembling the definition of sexy in Zarek's dictionary. "It's just that there are many girls out there who want you," she said, "And I don't think I can stand up to them."

Bullshit. Eva could stand up to any other girl if she wanted to. Although her confidence was a bit low -not that Zarek minded, it was actually for his interest- her looks weren't. With a curvy waist, long defined legs, and a hight that almost matched up to his; she was physically flawless.

Zarek laughed. "No way. Who are they?"

The amount of girls who actually wanted Zarek were limited, probably narrowed down to only Evangeline. Most of the female population went after him for his father's money, failing to understand that they would be nothing more than a one-night stand. Besides, don't they know that I can barely afford my cigarettes?

Theodore Black wasn't exactly generous when it came to his son's allowance, using it - along with the Mustang - as a way to control his son's life. Zarek's allowance was calculated, having to recite to his dad where every single dollar went.

But he isn't so uptight when it comes to Violet's shopping sprees, a nagging voice said from a deep and a dark corner in his mind.

"They are too many, I can't name them." Eva dodged the question, "But whenever you pass by, they swoon at you."

"That's ridiculous, Angel. My eyes don't see anyone but you." Zarek said smoothly, "But I know that's not the real problem. You're afraid of me."

Evangeline frowned her auburn eyebrows. "I'm not afraid of you," she repeated.

"You're always stiff when I'm around." Zarek took a step back. "I can't deal with this, Eva."

Eva knotted her eyebrows, having replaced some of the innocence in her eyes with fury - a sight that did wonders to Zarek's erection. "What do you expect after months of bullying?" she spat, "Did you expect me to forgive you just like that?"

Zarek stepped close from her again, her sweet perfume intoxicating him. So far, Evangeline was going in the direction he wanted her to. "I want you, even though I don't deserve you." he husked, examining her reaction, "It's my fault though. I was the one loving what's not mine."

Eva's hazel eyes widened at the L-bomb, her cheeks as red as her hair. Zarek internally smirked, for she had taken the bait. Zarek was so satisfied with himself that he managed to get Eva so worked up and nervous. He was in control and that made him feel powerful and dominant.

He was quiet for a moment, for dramatic effects of course, to make it look as if he realized something. "Is it why you keep turning me down? Because you can do better than me?"

"What? No, I-... I-..." Eva stammered for words. "I need time."

"Stop lying, Angel," he said, "You think I'm a jerk, and you hate me."

Eva shook her head, red hair moving along. "I don't hate you."

"Prove it."

That was Zarek's most important move, and depending on how Eva took it, Zarek would act. Eva licked her lips, her wet tongue moving so slow and delicately. He fought the increasing urge to introduce it to his own.

She was provocative without trying to be. She was a natural.

Zarek leaned in, his face close. The impact was about to happen when Zarek stopped himself and retreated back. Zarek wasn't sure, but he guessed that Evangeline never kissed someone before. Zarek would love to be the first one to thrust his tongue inside her mouth, but Evangeline's first kiss needed to be special, definitely not in a school hallway - and he couldn't kiss her because he had a cigarette for breakfast. He tasted like burnt tobacco. Evangeline would, no doubt, be disgusted with him.

Eva grimaced, pinching her nose. "Didn't you say you'll stop smoking?"

Damn it. Zarek forgot that he probably reeked too. Zarek's entire mood was ruined, his apprehensive mask was gone. Did she really have to bring that up now? Zarek glared down at her, he couldn't help but think how easy it was to crush her, to hurt her. He found himself battling with his senses, finding it so damn convenient to bully her again.

Why did I take that bet again? Oh yeah, because he was short on money.

Zarek took a deep breath, as deep as his nicotine filled lungs could take, and regained control of himself. Evangeline always blurted out randomness, managing to take him off-guard almost every time. While he liked how unpredictable she could be, he hated it with a burning passion.

The change of his mood must've scared Eva - or maybe she hadn't noticed anything at all and the almost-kiss overwhelmed her. Eva gulped, her hazel eyes widened. She glanced over his shoulder. "Oh look. There's Trudy. Bye." she said before scurrying away.

As Evangeline retreated in the hallway, Zarek stared longingly at her, imagining what it would be like with her. She was inexperienced and clueless when it came to the sexual field. It gave Zarek an unusual thrill knowing that he would be the first one to teach her all the different techniques and angles.

However, someone tall came in front of him, interrupting his prohibited thoughts.

"Why didn't you tell me the bet was about Evangeline?" Justin whined, "Now trudy is mad at me."

All what was missing was a pair of boobs and blond hair for Justin to be an annoying bitch. "Why do I care?" Zarek hissed, electric green eyes glaring, "That's your problem. Leave me out of it."

Any thoughts on Charlize?