Zarek Black wrapped his pale, long fingers around the leather steering wheel, the shiny mustang in the center mirroring Zarek's smirk. He glanced at the rearview mirror, his electric green eyes discharging his inner triumph.

When the rusty, old, and wrinkly maid, Mrs Biddy, entered Zarek's black hole with shiny keys in her hands, Zarek knew he regained his most precious back. Zarek suspected it had something to do with the weed that was found in the pool's water. Theodore was aware that the Mustang was Zarek's sole motivation to stay clean. The only way for Theodore to control his son was to give him something to preserve - that being the Mustang.

Even though his father gave back the car keys, Zarek found himself wishing it was directly from his father's bulky hands and not through Mrs Biddy's rough ones.

Zarek had just drove off from Trudy. Frankly, the girl grew more clingy and desperate - not that Zarek didn't enjoy the attention. Trudy Green had built a theatre in the center of her life, wearing a tough girl's mask every time she was in the spotlight. Zarek was determined to rip the thick, crimson curtains and blow her show - exposing her insecurities, anxieties, and just her; as a neglected, weak, little girl.

He was going to do all of that for fun, of course.

The trick of acting jealous and protective over her seemed to work. Authority softened Trudy, and possessiveness dampened her underwear. Trudy was into the rough, controlling, and individualistic assholes.

Zarek would have been up for an abusive relationship with Trudy, but he had other plans - Evangeline.

Zarek made a U-turn, driving back to the school's parking lot. He hit the breaks suddenly, the rubber wheels screeched as the car stopped with a holt. Zarek eyed the troublemakers who went back to leaning on the abandoned cafeteria even after the death warning in his electric green eyes.

The tall one had a purple bandana wrapped around his head, a purple plastic jacket, and a yellow chain around his thin neck. Zarek was far, but he could swear the guy reflected light from a golden tooth - the guy looked straight out of a GTA game, except the guy was a wannabe black while in reality he was pale as hell. A tanned man was leaning on the wall of the abandoned cafeteria, his hair was pulled in tight braids on his head. He was looking down on his phone, moaning and groaning; watching porn. Another one was seated on ground, his disgusting hands in his pants, jerking off in the middle of a school property.

Those kids were too perverted, even for Zarek's standards. It was these kind of thugs that would rape someone's daughter, or sister.

Zarek got out of the car, too blinded to turn the engine off, lock the car, or simply close his door. In a second he was standing in front of the three wannabe blacks. He studied their ugly faces one by one, and came up with one conclusion; these dogs were bark but no bite. As soon as Zarek would howl, they would scatter away like the pussies they were.

The one with his hands in his pants picked up the pace of the strokes, looking Zarek directly in the eyes with so much intensity it was creepy. The one who was watching porn increased the volume, grunts of manly pleasure blasting from his phone's speakers. Zarek eyed the last one of the group, who was wearing a bandana, and he was ogling his disgusting eyes on Zarek.

The Bandana Guy smiled at Zarek, revealing a golden front tooth, just like Zarek predicted. The guy had a strange glint in his brown eyes. "Hello there, hot stuff," he said, "What are you doing here? Want a ride?"

Zarek laughed - these guys weren't going to rape someone's sister, but brother. It was rare times when Zarek laughed; the laugh felt strange and out of place with all the edginess and control that usually colonized Zarek's sharp, facial features.

Zarek shook his head, a smile tugging at his delicate lips. Short, blond locks of hair fell over his forehead, his green eyes glinting. "No, thanks," Zarek said, "But I prefer the Mustang."

The one jerking off raised a bushy eyebrow. "A mustang? How fancy. I only get to fuck my aunt's goat."

Zarek cringed, the smile slightly dropping. "This is school grounds," he said, "You shouldn't be here."

The one leaning on the wall and looking at his phone snickered. "It's an abounded cafeteria. Abounded. You can't make us leave."

Zarek chuckled, surprising his own self with his cool nerve. If that was any other day, he wouldn't even have waited long enough to know these kids were homos, but blooded and bruised them to death instead.

The Bandana Guy eyed Zarek for a good minute. He ran his gooey tongue over his golden tooth, flaring his nostrils a couple of times. He jerked up, to which Zarek didn't even blink, and maintained a levelled gaze with Zarek's electric green eyes. "He's right," Bandana Guy spat, "Let's go, homies."

"But why?" Jerking Off Guy moaned, "Is it because he said so?"

"No, it's because you'd go to jail if the cops caught you doing that." Bandana Guy snapped. Like sluggish followers, the remaining two troublemakers flicked up and went after Bandana Guy.

Zarek eyed them as they got out of his sight. He couldn't help a chuckle escaping his lips. It wasn't the first time he encountered gay people, obviously, but those tough guys were so... straight-looking. Whatever that meant.

Zarek was in a good mood. He spotted Hannah's Fabia parked far away in the parking lot. He marched over to the car and leaned on the hood of it, deciding to wait for Evangeline. He was not about to waste his good mood. Evangeline, out of all people, deserved that soft side of him.

Zarek stuffed his pale hand inside his jeans' pocket and pulled out a black thong. It had floral lace on the edges, being a bit wider than most thongs. Zarek imagined it buried in a white, full ass, his long fingers caressing the silky material as it was placed over the most intimate parts.

Needless to say, he had stolen it when he was at Eva's room.

She had caught him red handed, sniffing her red thong. That was definitely an awkward moment. Zarek simply wondered how the girl hadn't sued him for all the moves, stunts, and harassment he had put her through. She was too forgiving and sweet, either that or she was straight on stupid.

Zarek stuffed the black underwear when he caught a sight of Evangeline walking out of the Dessertville High's big doors. Eva's simple, black dress was hugging her sculptured body. A red flannel, that was darker than her hair color, was tied around her curvy waist, concealing seductive hips and perfect ass. Her bare legs were an enough compromise, so Zarek couldn't complain.

As if a miracle happened, Evangeline untied the flannel and revealed the most beautiful sight Zarek could ever witness.

Zarek's mood was high above the sky more than the tobacco, weed, or any other drug could ever take him. His smile widened, revealing straight teeth if a bit yellow. His electric green eyes were charged with bliss and not his usual misery. The clouds weren't striking any lightnings, but dripping soft, refreshing rain.

Zarek shook his own self, honestly.

Evangeline was typing on her phone, her auburn eyebrows frowned in guilt and a slight sadness. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her small ears, revealing the few freckles on her cheeks and her beautiful eyes - her soft, hazel eyes were so spacious that they made the glinting stars look dull and empty.

She really was a piece of work.

Evangeline didn't acknowledge Zarek's presence until she almost bumped into him. Zarek would have loved to touch her, sniff her - anything, but Eva didn't deserve that. Zarek liked a lot of things about her, but what he loved was her dignity, personal space, and respect.

He lost hope of such woman even existing, but Eva fueled his hope just like she fueled his sexual tension.

Eva's soft hazel eyes widened at the sight of Zarek, taking a few steps back. Her pupils spaced, showing surprise, but mostly fear. And she had all the right - Zarek basically broke into her house, went through her stuff, and took her lingerie. Zarek hoped she wouldn't notice a missing underwear anytime soon.

Zarek pushed himself off the car and stepped towards her. "You should look out where you're going, Angel." he said, putting a strand of dark, red hair behind her flushed ear. Her white skin felt soft and smooth against his rough fingertips. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be wandering deserted parking lots all alone."

He was right, she might bump into people like him. Or the previous troublemakers - she was too hot she might as well have led them to the straight road.

Evangeline was too shocked to react. A wave of shyness and discomfort blushed her, tinting her face and neck with a pink shade. Zarek's presence must have overwhelmed her and frozen her in the spot. Zarek's hand was resting at her neck, feeling the quickened heart beats that stopped her from moving or even breathing.

Zarek took another small step, invading her personal space. Eva nonchalantly flinched at his proximity. Zarek's eyes softened, lacing his deep voice with concern. "But don't you worry, babe," he husked, breathing in her sweet scent, "I'm always here to protect you."

Zarek leaned in, his edgy face so close from hers. His mouth was too close from her own delicate, pink lips. She closed her soft, hazel eyes, giving in and waiting for the impact. Zarek smirked; he finally managed to break through her hard-to-get act.

The setting was almost magical since the sun was about to set, giving the atmosphere a pink glow. Zarek was smart enough to pop a Freedent gum in his mouth while he waited for her, his cigarette breath overshadowed by the freshness of the mint. This can be Eva's first kiss, it will be perfect.

However, Zarek was smart enough to not kiss her. He knew it would swamp her emotionally, even if she miraculously returned the kiss. He would deny himself the feel of her because if he had kissed her, then it would have taken two seconds to ruin everything he had planned. Even though, those two seconds were so worth it.

He wouldn't waste an entire week of hard work for a kiss no matter how much he was tempted to. He wanted more from Eva, and that was what he would get.

Zarek's lips went to whisper in her ear instead. "I care about you so much," he murmured, his hand hovering over her waist and his eyes gazing at her with an intense longing, "Don't forget, dear Evangeline," he rasped, "I'll be waiting for you."

Zarek stepped away from Eva, offering a wink. He watched her as she gulped and scratched the spot Zarek touched on her neck, as if it was burning her. She blushed harder at Zarek's intense green eyes and forced her legs to her mother's Fabia.

Zarek waited till she drove away with her car to ensure she hadn't conquered any other bad guy. Zarek wondered how anyone could be worse than his selfish, dysfunctional, manipulative self.

"Hey!" somebody shouted from behind Zarek, popping his sadistic bubble. Ryan was running towards him, forest green eyes angry and upset. His hair bounced with his running, but none of the strands changed spots. "Was that Evan you were kissing?"

Zarek didn't kiss Evan, but Ryan was behind them, so he had a different angle. Zarek's lips curled, his face relaxed. "What does it have to do with you?"

Ryan reached Zarek. Ryan had a strong, threatening stance, but what broke it was his hight; he had to lift his head up to meet Zarek's gaze. He poked Zarek's chest with a narrowed finger. "She better not be the one you made the bet about, Black."

Zarek was confused, what did Ryan have to do with anything? Unless... of course. How did Zarek miss it? It was right in front of him. Zarek had misinterpreted Ryan's discomfort at the school's hallway a week ago as normal friendship instincts. Eva was Ryan's best friend, so it was only natural for him to act protective if he suspected somebody made a bet over her.

Zarek somehow forgot that Evangeline West was a hot bomb.

Of course Ryan had an affection towards her, just like Zarek, himself, did. However, Zarek had a feeling Ryan's were far more pure, and worthy.

Zarek's electric green eyes were cool, his voice tone even chiller. "What are you gonna do about it, Loyeel," Zarek spat, "Throw a punch? I doubt your hand will reach that far."

Zarek saw as the forest in Ryan's green eyes was cut down tree by tree. Zarek knew Ryan's only insecurity was his hight, so he didn't hesitate to use it against him.

Ryan concealed his hurt, his forest green eyes on fire. He nodded his head a couple of times, chuckling. "Okay, then, Black."

Ryan said no more as he went for his rusty car and drove away.

Evyan or Erek?