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CHAPTER THREE
VICTORIA
Girls clung to him like plastic wrap. I hated everyone of them for it. Zander had a crush on me since he was ten. I caught him staring at me so many times. I lost count. I’d purposely ask him to grab my text book off the coffee table in the living room or a soda from the kitchen.
Shit, it was the least he could do. He was at our house all the time. I overheard my parents talking one night. My mother told dad; Zander’s father, Thatcher, was always away on business. She said he may have been cheating on Zander's mother, Laura. His mother drowned herself in the liquor bottle, because of her husband’s possible indiscretions, instead of being a good mother to her sons. His brother was a few years older than him and he often spent the night at his friend’s houses too.
My parent’s felt sorry for Zander. They practically raised him like he was their own child. Nice gesture. Probably why he was a halfway decent individual.
For the first three years, he waited on me hand and foot. The moment he attended high school; football became his life. The glint in his eyes he once had for me was gone. So, what did I do? Embarrassed him.
My parents were at the country club having lunch. Hayden was playing his video game.
“Zander, come here,” I called from my lounge chair on the opposite side of the pool.
He scowled. “What do you want?” His deep voice came off harsh.
Shit, when did his voice change?
I waved him over from behind my sunglasses. He stalked toward me.
Sitting my cell at my side, camera open, I straightened my back.
He placed his hands on his hips. “What?”
“You’ve been a grouch lately. What the fuck is up?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m not your flunky anymore, Victoria.”
I cocked my head to the side and grinned. “Oh, no?”
His eyes closed, and he exhaled.
Gripping the sides of his swim trunks, I yanked them down and snapped a pic.
“Vicky, what the fuck?” He pulled his swim trunks up over his baby elephant arm of a cock. I’d only ever seen dicks the size of a banana not a fucking large cucumber.
I laughed hysterically, but inside I gasped.
“Give me the phone, Vicky.”
He reached for it. I dropped it in my bikini bottoms.
Zander’s jaw twitched. “Fuck you, Victoria.”
I’d never heard him say my full name before. It stung a bit. He scooped up a towel and stormed into the house. That was when I realized I liked him.
Strutting down the hall at school the next day, in my red three-inch stiletto’s, every guy gawked at what they couldn’t have.
Me.
Peeling my sunglasses down my nose, I winked at Zander. He paused at his locker, showing zero emotion. Yup still upset.
Didn’t matter how mad he was at me, he still slept at our home often. He had his own room for Pete’s sake. I laid on the reclining sofa in the theater auditorium. I chucked popcorn into my mouth gazing at the large screen. An explosion roared over the surround sound speakers.
“My favorite movie.” He plopped on the sofa next to me sticking his fingers in my bowl of buttery popcorn. He crossed his legs at his ankles.
“Ugh, wolf boy, what are you doing in here? This room is off limits while I’m occupying this space.” I growled. “And keep your grimy fingers out of my bowl.”
