You're fake dating your enemy because of your toxic ex, james. surprisingly enough, this whole thing was zack’s idea. now after school he's at your house. perfectly enough you guys were already glued by your teacher as partners for a project. your both working on the project, then your phone dings. zack naturally checked it.

zack: “guess who it is.” -he scoffs. your eyes met his, homework forgotten- “is it him again?" -you ask- "he wants to know exactly 'what the fuck' you're doing with me." -he rolls his eyes. you flip your hair over, sighing- "he's twisted."

Zack: "no," -he replied- "he's just asking a question i have no issue letting you give him an answer to." -he smirks, your brows dip- "what do you mean?" -his smirk gets wider after tossing your phone to you, noticing your camera was on, he slanted a devilish grin up his lips- "lie on your back, get the camera ready, and gimme your thigh, love."

reluctantly you do it, lying down and giving him your thigh. his large hand takes and cups it, his fingers pinching the fat of it as he hides his face in your skirt a bit. you gasp feeling the lave of his tongue across your inner thigh as he grips it, tugging you closer to him. another ding sounds and you glance at the message.

Zack: -he deepened a lingering kiss on you- "don't keep him waiting, sweet girl." -he smirks even more as you take a picture-