Mag-log inFor the last ten years, Zack Riley– the delinquent, school bully– had been mercilessly teasing Anna Reece– the sweet, nerdy girl everyone liked. But one day that all changed… Due to jealous possession, Zack confessed the feeling he had been hiding since they were children. Can this misled boy work through his own psychological trauma and be boyfriend material? Can Anna work through her trust issues and look past her past with deceitful boys, to accept Zack’s feelings? Yes, and yes, in fact, these two unexpected characters, manage to build a bond stronger that most bonds. They share a connection so deep, some might say that it is fate.
view moreZack Riley was a boy who knew tragedy very well. He lost his mother when he was nine years old and his father worked long hours, mostly to avoid the loss of his wife. To pass the time, Zack would spend a lot of time on the playground near his house, taking out his childhood resentment by fighting with the other kids. Anna Reece on the other hand came from a big, full family, with two sisters, a brother and loving parents. She was the sweet, innocent type, who lived a few doors down from Zack. She was always trying to be nice to him or invite him over, but he was a stubborn little boy, who mistook her sweetness for weakness. One day while fighting, Zack was losing badly against two boys twice his size. Anna stepped in trying to help Zack, the boys left Zack alone, but Zack’s reaction was far more negative than expected. He started mocking Anna and calling her a brat, although in reality he had fallen in love with her and her kindness. Being a stupid foolish boy, he bullied her as a way of trying to get close to her and this continued for ten years. Zack grew into a delinquent, bullying everyone, constantly fighting, smoking and receiving bad marks. While Anna became more popular, had high grades and helped others study for tests and exams.
At the age of eighteen, Anna was a slim, well-toned young lady, with long brown hair and brown eyes. Many in school referred to her as an angel. She was always sweet and polite. Zack, on the other hand, was big, muscular and clumsy. He bleached his hair over the summer and got an ear-piercing, making him look like a typical high school delinquent. Despite Zack bullying Anna, he always held back a little, afraid of truly offending her. Anna tried to act strong and brave, trying to make it seem like his words did not affect her as much as they did. Sometimes she would cry herself to sleep at night, wondering why he disliked her so much, when she foolishly did not dislike him.
One day, Anna met a transfer student, Mark, and they became friends. Although there was nothing but warm looks between them, rumors managed to spread fast that Anna and Mark were dating. When Zack heard the news, he panicked because it felt like something important was being taken away from him and this resurfaced memories of his mother’s death. Rain poured outside when Zack left school. He was wearing a grey hoodie and black jeans. He walked briskly towards Anna’s house, not entirely sure what he was going to say, but knowing he had to see her. By the time he spotted Anna, his clothes were soaked. Anna was under a black umbrella, wearing a dark red skirt and a grey jersey. Zack quickly caught up with her and pinned her against the fence. Her umbrella slipped out of her hands, and she looked at him, shocked. “Is it true? You found yourself a boyfriend?” Zack asked, breathless. For a moment, Anna just looked up at him with her wide eyes and then the stuttered, “What? No... I mean...” Zack's grip on her shoulders tightened, and his fingers dug into her flesh through her grey jersey. His green eyes were dark and stormy, staring intensely into Anna’s brown eyes, as if trying to read the truth directly from her soul. The rain pelted down around them both and plastered his bleached hair onto his forehead. “No, or yes?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Do not lie to me, brat. I heard the rumors at school. You and Mark, huh? Walking home together, smiling at each other like a pair of love birds.” Zack leaned in closer, his breath hot against Anna’s cheek. “So, tell me, is it true? Have you let him touch you? Kiss you? Did he put his hands on what is mine?” His words were laced with possessiveness that sent a shiver down Anna’s spine. He seemed almost feral in his anger.
Anna felt her heart beating louder in her chest. A dampness formed between her legs, and she was breathing louder. “Uh, no... No, Mark and I... we are just friends. He... He likes talking about anime,” Anna said nervously. Zack’s green eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking over her face as if searching for any sign of deception. He did not release his grip on her shoulders, keeping her pinned against the cold, wet fence. The rain continued to pour down, dripping from the ends of his blond hair onto her face. “Just friends?” he scoffed, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. “That is what you call it? Walking home together, giggling like idiots? You think I am stupid?” He leaned in even closer, until his lips were almost brushed against hers. “And anime? Really? So, he talks about cartoons, and you just sit there and listen? Or maybe you like it when he gets excited and waves his hands around like an idiot? His voice dipped with sarcasm and bitter jealousy. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, a surprisingly gentle touch that contrasted with the intensity in his dark green eyes.
Anna’s breath hitches when his thumb touched her skin. She shifts slightly against the fence, keenly aware of how trapped she was. “I like anime too. Really nerdy, huh?” she says awkwardly. Her muscles instinctively tightened, waiting for him to make fun of her or say something cruel as always. Zack’s thumb paused on her jaw, his expression unreadable for a moment. The sarcastic sneer on his lips faltered, replaced by a flicker of something else — surprise, maybe even a hint of interest. “Oh, so you are a nerd too now?” he says, his voice losing some of its aggressive edge. “Is that what you and Mark bond over? Talking about stupid anime characters and their stupid powers?” He leaned back slightly but did not release her. His dark green eyes roamed over her face, taking in her features as if seeing them for the first time. “What else do you like about it? The big eyes? The ridiculous outfits? Or maybe you just like having someone to fan a girl with?” His tone was still mocking, but there was a genuine curiosity beneath it now. He seemed to be trying to understand this unseen interest Anna has.
Anna did not want to explain the appeal of anime to Zack. She did not want to explain how she found the muscular villains attractive. Or how anime had a tendency of promoting romance between bad boys and seemingly innocent girls. That in anime delinquents like him were the appeal... “What does it matter? Let me go already.” Zack's grip on her shoulders tightened once more, his fingers digging into her skin through her grey jersey. He ignored her demand to be let go and focused solely on the conversation. “What does it matter?” he repeats, his voice low and intense. “It matters because I am trying to figure out what you see in that loser. Does he know more about anime than me? Is that it?” he leaned in again, his forehead almost touching Anna’s. The rain continued to fall around them both, creating a private, isolated world against the fence. “I bet he does not even know how to fight. Probably cry when he gets a paper cut,” Zack sneered.
“Hey, Anna,” Zack says softly, waiting for her to look up before continuing. “Thanks. For earlier. And for breakfast.” It is a rare moment of vulnerability for him, stripped of all the usual posturing and bravado. He does not linger on it, though– he opens the door and steps out into the hallway, his voice returning to its casual confident tone. “Earlier?” she asks as she rushes to join him. “What part?” Zack stops in the hallway, turning to face her with a half-smile that is more amused than anything else. He can see the genuine confusion in her brown eyes, and it makes him want to laugh. “Everything,” he says simply, his voice dropping low. “The way you looked at me. The way you said my name. all of it.”Zack reaches out, his hand finding the small of Anna’s back and pulling her just a little closer as they head toward the stairs. “Don’t act like you don’t know exactly what
“If you are so worried about making a mess, maybe you should sit on the floor like a kid,” Anna joked before taking a bite of pancake herself. Zack nearly chokes on his mouthful of pancake, a startled laugh breaking through his throat. He points his fork at her, his dark green eyes sparkling with mick indignation. “Sit on the floor? Like a kid?” he repeats, shaking his head. “You are lucky you are cute, Anna, because that is low even for you.” He takes another bite, chewing slowly as he watches her eat. The morning light is getting stronger now, filling the room with a warm, golden glow that makes everything feel softer, more real. The tension from his dream has completely dissipated, replaced by this easy, domestic rhythm.“And for the record,” Zack adds, his voice dropping into that lazy confident drawl again. “I do not act like a kid. I am a grown man. I deserve a seat.” He nudges Anna’s shoulder with his ow
“What did you get us?” Zack asked hoping to distract her. “Pancakes. They did not have blueberry pancakes,” Anna said as she moved to place the takeaway package on the bedside table and cup then turning to him, cupping his cheek. He leans into her touch instinctively, his eyes closing as his palm rests against his cheek. The warmth of her hand is grounding, pulling him further away from the coldness of his dream and back into the reality of this room, this morning. “Blueberry or not, I am not complaining,” he murmurs, his voice low and sleepy. He reaches up, covering her hand with his own, pressing her palm more firmly against his face. He does not care about the pancakes right now. He just wants to stay in this moment, where the only thing that matters is the weight of her hand and the way she looks at him like he is something worth keeping.“You are too good to me, Anna,” Zack said, opening his green eyes to look at her. There
A dream settles over Zack, quiet and suffocating, like frost creeping across the glass. He is small again and the world is too big, the house too hollow. Even the air feels wrong, as if something essential is missing. The warmth that once lived in the walls is gone, replaced by a thin, biting cold that seeps into his skin and stays there. He wakes in the darkness. For a moment, there is nothing– just the faint hum of the house, the distant creak of settling wood. Then he hears it. A noise downstairs. Soft. Irregular. Real. Hope ignites in him so fast it almost hurts. He is out of the bed before the thought can catch up to him, bare feet hitting the hardwood with small, quick slaps. He does not feel the cold floor. He does not feel anything except that fragile, desperate certainty blooming in his chest.It is her. It has to be. Mom? The word rises, but it never makes it out. it sticks somewhere deep, like even now he knows better than to say it out loud– because sa
Zack recalls the conversation he and Anna had in their English class, when he compared her to a car: “Hell yes, Anna. You are the best fucking car I have ever seen. You are built for reliability. Like one of those classic American sedans– solid frame, engine that never gives out.
Back home, Zack unlocks the front door and kicks off his shoes without enthusiasm. The sun is barely beginning to lighten the sky through the living room curtains. He heads straight for his bedroom and collapses onto the unmade bed fully clothed. His phone lies charging on the nightstand, display
Zack’s lips curve into a predatory smile against Anna’s. “The clock is ticking, sweetheart, which means we need to hurry this up.” His hands become more urgent, exploring every inch of newly exposed skin with practiced ease. One hand slides down her back to cup her ass whi
Zack’s hand slid from her hips to her thighs, pushing them apart. He settled between them, the rough fabric of his wet jeans rubbing against her bare skin. “This is who I am,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “A selfish bastard who takes what he wants and right now I want you.” Anna fin






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