Opposites Attract (On-Hold) - Chloe Knox (novels for students txt) 📗

saying, to wuss out.
Zane’s smile touched his eyes, and I had to bite my lip to hide my relief, “Oh do I now?”
I nodded, “You promised me a kiss…one that I would enjoy.”
His smile slowly disappeared, but the calm and soft look in his deep brown eyes didn’t, “Maybe we should save that for another night?”
That note somewhat disappointed me, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that by saying “another night” he was promising future nights like this, just the two of us…still!
“What if I die tonight? Then I’ll be gone without the one thing you promised me.” I said teasingly, but Zane tensed against me. He froze and looked into my eyes, searching for something. He gulped harshly, and let out a shaky breath.
“I’m sorry. Did I say something?”
Zane quickly shook his head, and then closed the space in between us, touching his lips to mine. I let out a quick breath of relief before wrapping my arms around Zane’s neck and crushing his body even harder against me. Despite my best efforts, I squealed, and I could feel Zane smile against my mouth.
The only down side to this kiss, though, was, we both still had our skates on. Zane tried his best to stay in place while kissing me, but I could feel myself sliding.
I squealed again and then giggled, as I slipped. Zane grasped me tighter, making sure that I didn’t fall and ruin the moment, but after a moment I’d start sliding again.
“Ah, curse you and your two left feet,” Zane mumbled against my mouth as he pushed off the wall so that we were now propped up against the wall that I had collided into.
It didn’t take long for me to get the hint.
Quickly I sat on the edge of the wall and let my hands wonder from Zane’s thick black hair, to his neck, making sure that our lips never parted. The kiss, before I even realized it, escalated from an innocent kiss of liking to infatuation.
The kiss quickened and grew deeper. His tongue tasted my lips, and I welcomed the familiar yet odd taste of him. I let my tongue collide with his, and I moaned—despite myself—as I reveled in the amazing and spicy taste of his mouth.
My whole body grew warm, the longer the kiss lasted. Butterflies in my stomach began their little tap dance, and little sparks of excitement lingered on my hot flesh every place Zane caressed my neck, my cheek, leaving a little trail of blush. Zane’s hands then wondered to my butt and a giggle escaped my lips. I didn’t want to, but innately I pulled back from his lips.
“We should probably get started on that drawing project?”
I nodded and Zane and I slowly skated off the roller rink, to go work on our project…only that didn’t happen…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You’re such a cheat!” I yelped when I walked into my living room to see Noob beating up a beautiful Jade on the TV, from Mortal Kombat.
“What? You’ve been beating my ass anyway!” Zane complained as he continued to punch the buttons on the game controller waking me (Jade) in the face with a huge rock hammer.
“So?! It’s not my fault you suck at video games!”
“Uh, at this one it is! You don’t even give me any time to hit you back! You incessantly whack me with that stupid stick of yours!” Zane yelped defensively once the TV went black with the letter K.O. shining bright on the screen changing to the next level. Then he chuckled as if just realizing how wrong, what he just said, was. When I just stared at him he explained, “You know? You whacked me with your stick? A stick is another name for a—“
“I know what it means, Zane! You’re so immature!” I said as I rolled my eyes and ran to the other side of the couch where my game controller was.
“Awww, I’m sorry,” Zane mumbled dramatically.
“Uh-hu, sure you are?” I mumbled as I selected the arena for the next fight and hit start. The moment the big numbers on the screen counted down from three revealing Jade in her sea green genie outfit, and Noob in his all black mummy looking suit, I hit ‘b’. A huge spear shot out from Jade’s hands and as fast as I could I began to hit the ‘a’ button over and over and over and over. Before Zane’s character Noob, could even react, the screen was turning black with the letter K.O. flashing bright.
“Oh! Seriously?” Zane complained.
I just laughed and stood up to hop and down in front of him, “Oh! What now, be’atch?”
Zane laughed, “Okay. Rub it in, why don’t ya’.”
“Awww, I’m sorry,” I said in a mocking tone, “Did I take away your masculinity?”
Zane huffed, “Not even close,” before grasping me by my hips and pulling me toward him so that I was straddling his lap.
I giggled, but more because I suddenly became nervous then because I was amused. “You’re such a Noob,” I muttered and Zane chuckled.
Slowly the amusement faded and my breathing caught in my throat. Zane slid his hand up the side of my torso to my cheek and ran his hands through my hair.
I looked into his dark brown eyes as they looked at my strawberry blond hair. He looked so content and relaxed, just rubbing my split ends of straight hair in between his finger tips. And I don’t know how or why, but that one look made me think…who was he?
Zane, he’s so different from anyone I’ve ever known…so far. I really like the guy, but truth is, despite the fact that I went to school with him for more than eight years, I barely know him? I don’t know his favorite color, like I do Gina’s. I can’t look at him and know what he’s thinking, like I can Lucy. I don’t even know if he prefers football or baseball, “Zane?”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me something about you,” I said as I let my head fall onto his broad shoulder, suddenly feeling tranquil.
Zane sighed, “Oh, like what?”
“I don’t know. Anything! Tell me something no one knows!”
“Well, I could tell you my size, but that would ruin the surprise.”
“I’m serious, Zane,” I said with an introverted smile, as I punched his arm playfully.
“Okay, um…I’ve kind of had a crush on you since the third grade.” He said, mimicking my shy smile.
“Really? Since third grade?” I asked with disbelief.
“Well…maybe not that early, but maybe junior high, yeah.”
“Awww, that’s so cute, “I yelped and Zane rolled his eyes, “Okay, you keep doing that and my manliness will indeed vaporate.”
“You mean evaporate.”
“Whatever! Quit correcting my grammar, god dammit!” Zane kiddingly scolded me, making me snigger, as I nuzzled my cheek into the soft, warm, and smooth, curve of his neck, “Zane?”
“More questions?”
“Just one…”
“Ask away…”
“Is this…is this real?”
Zane backed up a bit, to look meet my eyes, one eye brow cocked in uncertainty, “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” I sighed noisily unsure of how to say what I was wondering in my head, “Is this….just a fling, or…more?”
“That depends.” Zane said matter-o-factually.
“On what?”
Zane sighed, flipped me off his lap and back down onto the couch. He planted each one of his hands next to my face on the couch, and slowly lowered his mouth to mine, but stopped when we were only inches apart, “If you want me only for my body?


Chapter Fifteen

With my fingers laced with Zane’s in a tight yet comfortable hand hold, we walked into school. I was immediately aware of all the stares—unlike the oblivious Zane—but it didn’t bother me like it usually would have. I was happy, and I didn’t care what anybody said.

“Want to play the question game?” I asked, wanting to learn more about Zane, but not exactly sure how to start the conversation.
Zane’s eyebrows cocked with curiousness, “The question game?”
“Yeah,” I said with a shrug, “I ask a question. You answer it, then you ask me a question, and I answer it. It’s not hard.”
“If it’s anything like Mortal Kombat, it’s going to be way difficult.”
I laughed, “You go first!”
“Okay, um…number one building you want to burn down?”
My jaw dropped with laughter, “What? It’s a question isn’t it?”
I shook my head, but thought for an answer anyway, “Um, probably my church.”
Zane busted out laughing, “Hey, you’ve never been there. All the people at my church are snobby and self-centered.”
“Okay, then it’s your turn…”
“Um…favorite color?”
“Red.”
“Why red?” I asked curiously, thinking that was an odd color for a boy to like.
Zane’s smile grew into a devilish smirk and he winked, “Because that’s the color of the bra you wore today.”
I innately looked down, and saw about a centimeter long strip of red lace popping out from my shirt. Quickly, I adjusted my posture and playfully slapped Zane on the arm.
“Alright, alright! What’s yours?”
“Ugh, blue!”
“Oh! Guess what? That’s the color of my underwear! I’m telling you Ashley, this is destiny!” I giggled incessantly for the whole entire school day, as we went back and forth asking the most ridiculous questions and giving the most ridiculous answers.
It started out as simple questions; what’s your favorite color, favorite movie, do you hate Justin Bieber—that was a yes for both of us, but by the end of the day during Study Hall, our last period of the day, the questions were getting more and more intimate and personal…yet funny.
It started with, “Boxers or briefs?”
I held in a giggle, trying to stay quite since this was a “silent study hall period”, “Why you asking me? You’re the one that wears them?”
“I’m asking which ones you prefer.” Zane said with another one of his devilish grins; the smirk that I no longer found annoying or disgusting immature. I found it extremely sassy and sexy now, and that’s all he had to do to make me blush, anymore.
“What about sports boxers? You left those out.”
Zane huffed, “I left those out for a reason. No guy looks good in Speedos, and that’s pretty much all it is…so! Back to the question, boxers or briefs?”
“Or boxer-briefs?” I added and Zane sighed, “Sure, why not?”
I thought for a moment, letting my imagination conjure up some ridiculous internal photo shoots of Zane in different types of underwear, “Um, well briefs are fairly similar to Speedos as well, so those are out.”
Zane made an exaggerated sigh of relief, “I’d have to go with boxer-briefs…unless you have a pair of white boxers covered in red hearts!”
Zane’s smile grew, but his brows creased in skepticism, “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious,” I said with a quite giggle, “I always thought that cliché was so cute.”
“Great! Now I’ve got to go underwear shopping!”