Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

Zane rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. "Oh really? So you think some loser would even care enough to take you on a fucking date, huh?" he said with disgust in his voice. "You're such a pathetic little faggot." His lips curled into a smirk as he continued to taunt you.

Zane's eyes widened as he watched you walk out of the dressing room in your red backless silk dress. He couldn't help but stare at your long black hair and those beautiful different colored eyes. Despite his efforts to remain indifferent, a hint of jealousy crept into his chest. "Well if it isn't little miss perfect," he snorted sarcastically, folding his arms across his broad chest. "I bet this fuckboy you're going on a date with is just as pathetic."

Zane leaned against the door frame, watching you as you applied your makeup. His eyes never left your face, taking in every detail of how beautiful and sexy you looked. He hated that he found it hard to not admit that you were stunning... but still couldn't help himself from taunting you. "You really think any guy is going to want someone like you?" he spat out bitterly, trying to maintain his image as the unfeeling jerk that you thought he was.

Zane rolled his eyes as he heard you talk on the phone with your date. He smirked slightly at the sound of excitement in your voice, knowing that it was only because of him being there making you feel this way. As he continued to watch you, a mix of emotions warred within him: part of him hated seeing you happy with someone else... while another part wished desperately that it could be him.

Zane narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, debating on how to respond. On one hand, he didn't want to admit that you looked amazing... but then again, hearing it from him might just make your night a little brighter. "Fine," he said gruffly, "you look hot enough for a date. But don't expect anyone to ever want someone like you." And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there confused by his cryptic comment.

Zane watched you leave with your date, his heart racing faster than it ever had before. He fought the urge to run after you and tell you how beautiful and amazing you really were... but he knew that would only make things more complicated. Instead, he stayed behind and seethed in anger, hating himself for not being able to admit his true feelings for once.

Zane glanced over at you as soon as he heard you stirring, his heart pounding in anticipation of seeing your face again. He tried to hide the unsettling mix of emotions that filled him whenever he was around you, but couldn't help the way his body tensed up when he saw you awake. "Morning," he said curtly, turning back towards the TV.

Zane's eyes darted back and forth between you and the TV screen, trying to avoid looking directly at your wet body or those curves that were so blatantly on display. He didn't want to admit it... but he was jealous of every single person who got a chance to see you like this. The temptation to reach over and grab you was almost too much to bear, but he fought against it, not wanting to reveal his true feelings.

Zane rolled his eyes and took a long sip of his drink before responding. "Evan's an idiot," he said dismissively, making sure to keep eye contact with the TV screen. "He deserves everything that happened to him. And no, we don't really hang out with him anymore. He wasn't much fun anyway." There was a brief pause before he added, almost as an afterthought, "Besides, I'm having more fun just watching you right now." His tone was both mocking and suggestive at the same time.

Zane scoffed, not taking his eyes off you for a moment. "Why would you feel bad for him?" he asked disdainfully. "He's always been an asshole. I bet he's just glad we don't let him hang around with us anymore." A wicked grin spread across his lips as he added, "Or maybe you wish he was here instead of me... huh?"

His words hung in the air, accusatory and taunting, designed to make you squirm uncomfortably under his gaze.

Zane's eyebrows shot up in surprise at your answer, his grin widening as he leaned forward slightly on the couch. "Maybe?" he repeated, drawing out the word for emphasis. "So you admit it, then? You wish Evan was here instead of me... huh?" He raised an eyebrow expectantly, staring intently at your face while waiting for your response.

His voice was smooth and playful now, a dangerous combination that made it difficult to ignore the heat building between you both.

"Oh?" Zane feigned surprise at your request before grinning wolfishly. "Well, I suppose I could help you with that... if you're willing to do something for me in return." His words were accompanied by a sinister glint in his eyes, and he leaned back against the couch, stretching out casually as though he had all the time in the world.

"What kind of deal are you offering?" you ask carefully, already suspecting that it might not be in your best interest to accept whatever it is.

Zane grinned devilishly, leaning forward once again. "I want you to promise me that tomorrow night, when your parents are out, I can come over and spend the whole night here." He paused for dramatic effect before continuing. "And maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll teach you some things about math... in a more intimate setting." His voice dripped with innuendo as he watched your reaction carefully.

It was obvious that Zane enjoyed the power he held over you, using his knowledge and charm to manipulate you into doing what he wanted. It was only a matter of time before you gave in to his request... but at what cost?

Zane snorted and looked irritated for a moment before glancing back over at you with a malicious grin. "You think that's funny, huh?" he sneered. "Just wait until I come over tonight then. We'll see how long it takes for you to start missing your precious Evan." With that, he turned his attention back towards the TV, clearly satisfied with himself and not caring at all about what kind of effect his words might have had on you.

When you start tearing up, Zane can't help but glance over at you again with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He watches silently as you struggle to hold back your tears while reading the novel, and for some reason, this makes him feel a strange mixture of protectiveness and irritation.

"What's wrong?" he finally asks, his voice harsher than usual as he struggles to contain his emotions. "You're not really feeling sorry for that stupid book character, are you? It's just fiction." His words are more like accusations, meant to make you feel foolish for caring so much about something that doesn't even exist.

"What kind of idiot spends their time reading a book for four hundred pages just to cry at the ending?" he asks, annoyance clear in his voice as he scoffs at you. "It's stupid. Pathetic, even." He stands up abruptly and walks over to where you're sitting on the couch, kneeling down next to you. "Here," he says roughly, pressing a tissue into your hand. "Wipe those tears away and stop being such a fucking baby."

His voice is harsher than usual, but there's a note of frustration in it as well. He can't help but feel annoyed by the fact that you care so much about something as insignificant as a book character while ignoring everything else around you.

Zane curses under his breath as he watches you stumble away to the bathroom. He can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for being so harsh with you, but at the same time, it only feeds into his confusion and frustration about why he cares so much in the first place.

"Stupid bitch," he mutters to himself as he stands up and walks back over to the TV. "Can't even handle a stupid book." The longer he thinks about it, the more irritated he gets... and the more obvious it becomes that there's something going on here that he doesn't quite understand.

Zane's eyes narrow as he watches you caress and hug the book again. He feels a strange mix of anger and curiosity about this strange attachment you have to something so seemingly insignificant. His fingers itch to grab the book away from you, but he refrains, unsure of why he's suddenly feeling such protectiveness over what should be nothing more than an object to him.

"You know, most people would think that's just a waste of space," Zane comments casually as he glances over at you, watching your movements with uncharacteristic interest. "But not you, huh?" He raises an eyebrow, studying your face for any sign of embarrassment or defensiveness. "I guess I should be thankful for that." His voice is carefully neutral as he says this, but there's something in his eyes that gives away the real emotion beneath the surface.

The tension between you seems to grow heavier with every word spoken, an electric current that hums through the air whenever your gazes meet. Despite himself, Zane finds that he can't look away from you any longer... and for some reason, this only serves to make him feel more confused than ever before.

Zane watches you with fascination as you dance and clean the dishes to the music. Your body moves sensually against the rhythm, hips swaying and arms gracefully flowing through the air. Despite himself, he can't help but feel a stirring within him as he takes in the sight of your curves on display.

His thoughts race frantically, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions that are coursing through his veins at this moment. On one hand, he still wants to be cruel and insulting; it's how he's always acted around you and everyone else. But on the other hand... well, there's something about seeing you like this that makes him want to step forward and touch you, hold you close.

He remains where he is for now, watching from a distance as you dance and clean up after yourself. Part of him wants to go over and join in;

"Fine," Zane says after a moment, forcing the word through gritted teeth. "But only if you promise to dance for me later." He walks over and takes the dish towel from your hand before starting to dry one of the plates. His movements are stiff and awkward at first, but gradually become more fluid as he finds himself caught up in the rhythm of your dancing.

The tension between you lessens somewhat now that they're working together, each distracted by their own thoughts and feelings. But it doesn't take long for Zane to realize that this newfound closeness isn't making things any easier for him... quite the opposite, actually.

Zane's eyes dart down to where you're cleaning the floor on your knees, struggling not to stare at your breasts as you bend over. He swallows hard, feeling a mixture of lust and frustration well up inside him. It's impossible for him to deny how beautiful you are, yet at the same time, he hates knowing that he wants you so badly. His hands tremble slightly as he wipes down another plate, his heart racing faster than ever before.

Zane nods in agreement and finishes drying the plate he's been working on before moving on to wiping down the table. As you head off to take a shower, he can't help but feel conflicted again; part of him is grateful for your offer to clean with him while another part wants nothing more than to push you away and forget about these feelings completely.

He focuses on the task at hand, determined not to let his emotions get the better of him... yet still finds it difficult to ignore the soft sound of water running from the bathroom, serving as a constant reminder of your presence in the house.

Zane glances up as you enter the living room wearing a crop top and shorts, your hair still wet from the shower. He tries his best not to stare at the hickeys that adorn your neck, the sight of them serving only to fuel the anger and jealousy he's been feeling for what seems like forever now. "Alright," he says gruffly as he finishes drying the last plate, "I guess that's done." He sets the dish towel aside before turning to face you. "You know, if it wasn't for me staying here tonight, you wouldn't have anyone looking after you." There is a challenge in his voice as he says this; a taunt meant to make you feel guilty about not wanting him around anymore.

Zane looks at the gift box in your hand with a mix of confusion and suspicion. His expression hardens as he realizes that you must have gotten him this for his birthday, even though it's not until tomorrow. "It's not my birthday," he says flatly, not quite able to hide the annoyance in his voice. He wonders if this is just another attempt to get closer to him or if there's something else going on here.

"Oh... well..." you stammer, clearly surprised that he doesn't want it. "I thought you might like it anyway." There's a note of hurt in your voice now that cuts through him more sharply than he expected.

Zane watches as you set the gift down, feeling a combination of annoyance and frustration at your reaction. Why does everything have to be so complicated with you? He takes a deep breath, trying to control his temper before responding. "Look," he says roughly, "it's fine. Forget about it." His eyes dart back down toward the gift box on the table, but he doesn't reach for it. Part of him wants to tear it open right now and see what you got him; another part just wants this whole thing to be over so they can both move on.

Well then, Zane thinks to himself as he turns away and heads toward the guest room. Maybe I'll just get some rest while you sleep, too. He lies down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as his mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Part of him still wants to hate you for being so close to Evan, yet another part can't help but feel drawn to you in a way he doesn't quite understand.

This whole situation has become exhausting, and he knows that the only way out is through. Tomorrow night, when his parents are gone, Zane will come back into the living room, take that gift box, and they can put all of this behind them once and for all. Or at least, that's what he tells himself as he drifts off to sleep.

Zane's dreams are filled with images of you and Evan dancing together, laughing at his expense. He thrashes around in his sleep, tangled in the sheets, unable to escape the nightmare. It feels like an eternity before he finally wakes up, sweaty and disoriented. Groaning, he rolls over and glances at the clock: it's only been a few hours since he fell asleep.

Zane sits up abruptly in bed, his heart racing as he realizes it's not just a dream. He bolts out of the guest room and down the hall toward your bedroom, anger fuelling his steps. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demands when he sees you laughing on the phone. "You told me I could have the house tonight!"

"Well, that's what you said," Zane points out accusingly. "And now I can't even sleep in peace because of it." He glances at the phone in your hand with a mixture of anger and jealousy. Part of him wants to snatch it away from you and demand an explanation, but he knows that would only make things worse. "Look," he continues more calmly, "just try to keep it down, okay? I need my sleep too." With that, he turns on his heel and stomps back toward the guest room, frustration burning in his chest as he lies down once again, unable to shake the image of you laughing on the phone from his mind.