Zenon's Game Chapter 111

I fell towards him. My lips pressed against his and I melted against his soft lips and hard body. His black t-shirt was made of thin fabric and I could feel his rock-hard abs underneath them. His hands slowly trailed down my arms.

"Firm handshake," he said without interrupting our kiss.

I broke away, "Aren't you cold? you're only wearing a t-shirt."

Why am I telling him to put on more clothes? What is wrong with me?

"I feel warm."

"OH MY GAAAAAAAD," Cynthia gasped, interrupting us, "I can't believe it. OK I can believe it. No! I can't!"

I went for the handshake and he went for the kiss.

Classic.

As Cynthia freaked out over the unlikely pairing that is Zenon Albert and me, I excused us from the limelight and pulled him by his shirt over to the side.

"Zenon," I whispered to him, "You never called me."

"What are you talking about?"

"We went on a date yesterday and you haven't texted me since," I said.

He unwrapped my fingers from around his shirt and intertwined his fingers with mine.

"I did. You never texted back."

What? How am I getting candy crush notifications but no text messages?

I frowned and pulled my phone out of my pocket, staring at it like it was some alien gadget.

"While you discover the cell phone, I'm going inside," he said, gently touching my arm, "A three second kiss can only keep me warm for so long."

That little-

"Wait for me!" Cynthia exclaimed, running up my front lawn to catch up with him.

The front door was unlocked, which happens every time my mother walks out the door.

Zenon walked in as if he owned the place. I usually stare at Zenon's a*s*s when he walks away, but this time I was focusing on his leg.

He had a limp since last Friday's fight. He and Bryce had gotten into a gang fight, which Axel and Layton joined, and I came later with some bikers. True story, I swear.

My expression changed. I didn't like to see Zenon in pain, no matter how well he hid it.

He relaxed on the couch, stretching his upper body on the comfortable furniture. Cynthia was gazing at him. At his gorgeously chiseled features.

"How was basketball practice today, Zenon?" she asked, before turning to me and mouthing, "Can't believe he's here."

Zenon picked up the remote, wanting to change subject as much as he wanted to change channel. I quickly removed the martini glasses from our coffee table before anyone noticed. My mother must've left it there this morning.

"I didn't go," he responded.

He gave no explanation. His injury prevented him from training this weekend and most likely next week. He was not happy about it.

Cynthia continued saying all the things she shouldn't, "Really? Because I thought players like you train every day to stay at the top."

Zenon changed the channel.

I placed the martini glasses in the sink and looked more carefully at my phone. I shook it and knocked it against the kitchen counter, before turning it off. And then turning it on.

That should fix it.

I heard Cynthia continue talking in the background.

"Zenon, this may seem a bit weird, but I've been waiting to hear about your date since before you went on it. Candace and I were about to have girl chat before you came. So if you don't mind, Candace, start from the beginning. How did it begin? Did he come to your door with flowers?"

"No," Zenon smirked at the memory, "but she did."

"You're suddenly so talkative now," I muttered as my face went red.

He rested the remote on the side of the couch.

"What?!" Cynthia exclaimed.

I picked those flowers from Zenon's own back garden. Good times.

"They were nice flowers," Zenon added, embarrassing me, "Freshly picked."

What part of girl chat does he not understand?

A confused Cynthia asked me, "You gave him flowers?"

"They were not for him!" I insisted, "They were for Axel Thomas who hurt his arm."

Zenon continued to smirk as he flipped channels. I wanted to flip him off.

"And then what happened?" Cynthia turned to Zenon with renewed interest.

"How long are you here for?" he asked, wondering why he had to share his time with her.

I was about to scold him for that attitude when my phone rang. I stared at the alien gadget as texts rolled in. I guess it fixed itself? And I guess it wasn't a data problem?

Zenon leaned his head back against the couch as he looked up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes, "Who's calling?"

I stared down at the caller ID.

"Axel."

I picked up.

Obviously, I picked up. It's Axel.

"Candace!" the familiar sound of Axel Thomas's energetic voice carried through the phone, "Zenon is ignoring me again and I need you two. You're late!"

"How can I be late if I don't know I'm invited?"

"Late is late. No need to get technical."

I lowered my phone from my ear and asked Zenon, "Zenon, why are you ignoring Axel?"

He shifted in his seat. "Because I don't want to go out."

I was not going to accept that. "This boy ran into a fight to save you and then he got his a*s*s kicked-"

"I kicked a*s*s!" Axel's voice yelled out from my phone.

"So we're going," I told Zenon and then sheepishly raised the phone back to my ear, "Uh, Axel, where are we going?"

"Surfside Shack. Last party of the year."

"But it's November."

"Exactly."