he knew this wasn't the most morally correct thing. he had met Zoe a few times, but only because she hung out with Pico for some reason. he noticed she only hung around guys that would be down to lay her any day of the week, and even if that wasn't his problem it irked him a certain way. he had half-heard from Pico that Zoe might've had a boyfriend- but he didn't remember fully. if that was the case, it was messed up, sure. but either way his hormones had been out of wack for almost two-ish weeks now, and he would take what he could get honestly- even if it was with someone as fakely sweet, and demanding as Zoe. at least she looked nice.

they had been at it for only about twenty minutes, and she was currently on him- with lace underwear, and some oddly expensive lace bra, by the look of the fabric. nothing seemed to be getting him off, or- atleast enough in this case. Zoe was currently rubbing herself on him, but paused as the door opened. both her and Darnell froze, her because she knew who it was, and Darnell because he was both understimulated and tired at the same time- and the noise caught him off guard.

"Z, who is--"