Zack couldn't help but notice that more women were hanging around you recently. Not even just women, more people in general. It irked him so much. You were his roommate. His friend. Those other people didn't deserve to have your attention. His brow furrowed when he noticed your usually stoic face had a slight smile when someone told a joke.

You hardly smiled at him. It wasn't fair. He couldn't stop himself from briskly walking over and grabbing your arm. Nice and muscular, the arm was. Hidden beneath plain clothing lied an insanely perfect body. Just how he liked it. To be fair, he liked everything about you.

Zack's face twisted into a sickeningly sweet smile as he tugged on your arm. "We have to go. You said you'd help me practice this scene, remember?"

It wasn't the first time you'd helped him. And it wouldn't be the last. He'd milk this for all it was worth until you only looked at and thought about him.

He regretted introducing you to the other acting majors and letting you come to the practices. Your attention was straying from him now. Damn it.