Zarek was watching the citizens of Dessertville and meditating like he usually did late at nights - that was, if he wasn't burried deep within a mouth or a vagina.

Everyone knew, even Evangeline, that that alley belonged to him. So Zarek was irritated, to say the least, when he caught Hunter and Alisha demonstrating their affection publicly in his special spot. Their moans were getting louder as their hands ran through each others' bodies.

Disgusting, Zarek thought.

He watched with distain as Hunter Adams, the fake gentleman, pushed his tongue down Alisha's throat. Zarek didn't know what her last name was, and neither did he care. He could bet with his Mustang, that was parked facing them, that neither did Hunter.

Hunter had a girlfriend, Anastasia Coal, and she was the coolest person in Zarek's opinion. She was deadly courageous, confidence dripping out of her, and witty as hell. She could fuck you over, and you'd still be mesmerized by her beauty. Zarek had no idea how a girl like Anna settled for a douche like Hunter.

It was similar to how Eva fell for Zarek.

Hunter didn't appreciate Anastasia's worth, too blinded sucking life -and juices, for that matter- out of a cheap whore he knew for two minutes. Alisha, who was cradled next to him in a slutty tank top and knockoff booty shorts, was an excellent example of a cheap whore.

Alisha didn't know Hunter or Zarek, yet there she was, hanging out with them in an isolated, dark alley in the middle of the night.

Zarek shook his head, his blond locks falling over his forehead. He reached for his Nat Sherman cigarettes and lightened a roll, sucking on it as if his life depended on it. The sweet burn the smoke offered made Zarek's electric green eyes flutter shut. He enjoyed the tasty drag, keeping it in for a moment. Zarek cocked his head back, his Adam apple popping, as he released the white fog into the sky.

As if he sensed it, Zarek's electric green eyes snapped open. He caught sight of a familiar, jiggling ass; the black with the wig. The girl had a similar leggings, except they weren't grey but dark blue. Her black hair was still dramatically long and unrealistically shiny - synthetic. Her same signature casket was over her head, probably covering the fake hairline.

Zarek's curious, electric green eyes followed the girl. She looked familiar. He had seen her somewhere before without her cheap wig and slutty leggings. Zarek just couldn't wrap his head around her identity. The feeling of not knowing ticked him at his nerves.

He finished his luxurious cigarette and threw it away on the sidewalk. He turned around and focused his attention on the soon-to-be porn scene. Hunter and Alisha pulled away to breath, and that was when Alisha finally acknowledged Zarek's presence.

Zarek wished she hadn't.

Alisha had swollen lips and a couple of hickeys forming on her cheek and neck. She tucked her tank top inside her shorts as she ran her disgustingly, pink manicured hand through her messy, brown hair.

"Oh my god, hey there, Zarek," she cheered, a look that sluts always wore when they were caught was on her face. She glanced at Hunter before looking back at Zarek. "Didn't see you there."

Hunter was standing behind her, his hands still on her ass. His grey eyes were mischievous as he tousled his coal black hair. "Seen you since you parked."

Zarek only lifted a disgusted eyebrow, still eyeing the basically naked girl. He scoffed - he was still not over the fact that they just invaded his personal alley. Only he could lurk in it. Pulling out another cigarette roll, Zarek prepared to leave.

"No, wait!" Alisha desperately called, familiar, hazel eyes glinting in the dark. She reached a disgusting hand to catch Zarek's shoulder. With Zarek's lethal glare, she abstracted her hand and gulped. "I-I have something to say."

"Save it." Zarek spat. He wasn't familiar with Alisha. He might have flirted with her once or twice before but that was out of pure boredom. If she thought he owed her anything, then Zarek wasn't hesitant to put her back in her place.

Alisha shook her head frantically. "No, you need-"

Hunter squeezed her ass, his other hand grabbing her neck. He pressed himself on her from behind, locking her in place. "What's the matter, babe?" Hunter whispered dangerously into her ear, "I'm not enough for you? You want the both of us?"

Alisha shook, probably realizing that making out with a stranger in an abandoned alley wasn't such a good idea after all. Her fearful, hazel eyes pleaded Zarek. "I promise it's worth it," she pressed, "Just hear me out, what have you got to lose?"

Hunter's grey eyes glanced at Zarek. With a signaling nod from Zarek, Hunter squeezed harder on Alisha's neck, tutting. His hand trailed to the button of her shorts.

"It's about Trudy!" Alisha screamed, tears on the brim of her familiar, hazel eyes.

Zarek didn't understand why she was so afraid if she was the one who got herself into this in the first place. However, at the mention of Trudy's name, Zarek's interest suddenly increased. He gestured for Hunter to let her loose as Zarek stepped towards her.

His electric green eyes were narrowed, glaring at the girl's soul. Zarek wasn't persuaded by her barely covered chest, too focused on the conversation. "Now this better be worth my time," he hissed. Because if it wasn't, then Zarek was risking his Mustang for no good reason. He just got it back and he wasn't about to give it up so fast.

Alisha's horribly manicured hands rubbed at her sore neck. "It is, I-I promise," Alisha stuttered, not strong enough to maintain a levelled gaze, "Trudy knows about the bet."

"That's because I told her," Zarek hissed, "You're telling me something I already know - you're wasting my time!"

Alisha flinched under his tone as Hunter let go of her and stepped towards Zarek, black eyebrows knotted.

"What the hell, man, you just told her?" Hunter spat, narrowing his grey eyes. He shook his head, hands running through his coal black hair. "You know what? Just forget it. The bet is off."

Zarek's electric green eyes rested on Hunter's grey ones. "I told her about Eva," he hissed, "The bet is still on."

Alisha was following the exchange of words. "Eva?" she questioned, "As in Evangeline West?"

"Yeah," Hunter said, a smile brightening his grimaced face. As if a switch was pressed, Hunter was a gentleman again.

Zarek thought it was disgustingly fake, but fascinating to be able to control his reactions. Hunter gave his back to Zarek and faced Alisha. Hunter raised a black eyebrow expectebly despite the snaky glint in his eyes. "Do you know her?"

"Know her?" Alisha laughed. When her hazel eyes met Zarek's harsh ones, Alisha choked on her laugh. "Um, yeah, I 'know' her." She used air quotations, displaying her hideous, pink fingernails again. She held her chin high and flipped her brown hair back as if the statement she was about to make was gold. "I'm Alisha West."

Zarek's electric green eyes widened at the news. He wasn't aware that Eva had a sister that went to the same high school. Zarek knew Eva was the eldest child in the family, with two siblings that he had no idea where they went - his guess was a boarding school, or even military; following their father's footsteps. "So you're-"

"Cousins, yup," Alisha said, arching her back and placing her hand on her hip as if to say that she was the pretty one in the family whereas she was actually the slutty.

Her oval face suddenly frowned. "But I'm confused," she said, "Is the bet about Trudy or Eva?"

Hunter's grey eyes glanced at Zarek. Hunter took a step towards Alisha, his muscly arms finding their way around her waist. Hunter pressed her against him, grey eyes grinning down at her.

Hunter's mouth curled in a half smile. "I'm afraid that doesn't involve you." He spoke softly, lips pouted for her as if he actually wanted to tell her but couldn't. "But can you promise me though," he said, his finger trailing her cheeks, "Everything stays between us, okay?"

Alisha's hazel eyes were a bit shaky as they gazed at Hunter. "Ye-yeah," Her hazel eyes sparked as they stared up at Hunter's mischievous ones. "I won't say anything."

Hunter beamed at this, pecking her swollen lips with his. "I knew I could trust you."

Zarek followed the exchange, his electric green eyes processing the situation as his mind soaked it in. Unlike Zarek, threatening and violating girls weren't Hunter's ways. Hunter would persuade the girl, convince her to do whatever he wanted with his fake charm.

Hunter was a poisoned honey, and Zarek was actually impressed.

Hunter pulled away, discreetly rolling his eyes. As if Alisha was in a daze, she swallowed and tucked a strand of brown hair behind her blushed ears. In her tank-top and shorts, Zarek wondered how she wasn't cold in the chilly, night air.

"Anyways, as I was saying," Alisha cleared her throat. "I was at the Spring Ball, in the bathroom, when Trudy and Eva walked in. They were too dump to check if the stalls were empty," Alisha shook her head.

Zarek thought Alisha was no different, even dumber for being with him and Hunter in an isolated alley in the middle of the night. However, Zarek was too captured to comment.

However, the girl kept her promise - the news was going to be worth the risk, he could feel it. Zarek took a step towards Alisha, his electric green eyes striking a lightning. "Say more," he hissed.

"Anyways," That she earned Zarek's attention, Alisha's hazel eyes held a tad bit of authority. Her hands twirled a strand of brown hair as her hazel eyes shifted from Zarek's intense green ones to Hunter's mischievous grey ones.

"They mentioned a bet about you," she pointed at Zarek, "And Justin, Trudy's boyfriend - well, ex. She broke up with him after puking her guts. Justin abused her badly. Although I couldn't see it, but I think he ripped her dress. Trudy left afterwards in hysterical laughter as if she was a... a maniac."

Zarek took it all in, every word fueling his hunger. Eva wasn't as innocent as she seemed; she, herself, made a bet with Trudy. Trudy finally broke up with that wannabe, but the guy ripped her dress? The dress was slutty alright, but ripping it was extreme, even for Zarek.

Hunter cocked a black eyebrow. "Well, that's fucked up," he said with distain.

Zarek shrugged, despite the millions of thoughts that roamed inside his skull. He needed a cigarette. "Shit happens," he mumbled, a fleshly lightened roll between his lips.

Hunter eyed the Nat Sherman, shaking his head. "What I can't wrap my head around is: Justin? The wuss? Doing such thing?" he emphasized, "Didn't see that one coming."

Hunter shrugged, grinning at Zarek in mischief. "So, Trudy knows that you made a bet about her. What does that tell you?"

Zarek glared at Hunter. "She only said it to fuel Justin's suspicions," he spat. Zarek couldn't even enjoy his cigarette in peace. "The bet is on, dammit."

Just as Zarek took his first real drag from that fag, a familiar Fabia parked next to his red Ford Mustang.

Who owns a Fabia?