"You never told me you're called The DICK," she said out of the blue.
He groaned. "It's just a stupid nickname."
"How did you get it?" Great curiosity appeared on her face, and he hated it because this was something he'd much rather erase in his pas...
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When Zarek Black asked Evangeline West to the Spring Ball, he thought it was as easy as seducing a clueless teen.
In fact, that was exactly what he thought it was; luring a gullible, insecure girl into his nest. But -just as he thought that he wouldn't lose his Mustang- Zarek was mistaken.
It was nighttime; Zarek's favorite part of the day. It may sound sentimental and emotional as hell, but Zarek found peace and comfort in the dark. When the sun went down, all the good people would be at home and only bad guys like him would roam the streets. When he was among who were like him, he felt carefree. No one would judge him or recognize him under his hood.
Zarek checked the garage. His father's Jaguar wasn't there. Zarek figured his dad went with Charlize to a Movie Premiere or some other fake event where people dressed up and acted as if they liked each other, striking a pose everytime a camera pointed at them.
It was safe for him to get out of that glass house. Although the glass was bulletproof, Zarek felt like it would shatter over his head everytime he stepped in. The glass was see-through and transparent, making Zarek feel self-conscious and exposed. Even though, it came in handy whenever he stole a glimpse at his stepmother's lingerie.
Zarek Black had a destination in mind: OnFleek; the most popular and professional hair salon in the area. Zarek only went there because it was literally down the street from his house. Zarek wanted to trim his blond hair because in a few days it would grow long enough to cover his electric green eyes, and not because someone told him to.
On his way, Zarek bumped into two figures; one muscly and the other tall. In normal days, he would have hissed a few curse words and continued on his way, but the muscly figure held Zarek's arm and turned it, making his body twist along with it.
Zarek didn't hiss, not even when the muscly figure kicked his feet, making Zarek lose his balance and slam on the ground face first.
"Give us your money, rich kid." one of them demanded, his voice thick and deep. He held a cold metallic edge on Zarek's neck.
Zarek smirked - those two guys had no idea who they were messing with. He slipped his foot between the muscly's own -the one holding a possible knife- and pulled it, stumbling the guy backwards. At the same time, Zarek's hand grapped the foot of the other one and yanked it, tripping him too.
In a second, Zarek was on his feet. He went for the muscly one who pulled a knife on him, ready to make him pay. However, the muscly one held out his hands in the air, one of which holding a silver iPhone - not a knife. Zarek's electric green eyes shifted to the tall one, and it all clicked.
