Marigold — Chapter 11

Mari's POV

Z!!!" soft giggles escaped my lips as I sat on my bed. I was about to lift my feet but Z stopped me.

I don't even know what time it is right now nor do I care. I lost track of what was happening the moment I clung to Z's arm like a little kid.

Ge'ez, my head is spinning!

"Shiela will stay with me. Please take care of Mari," I heard Zara's voice and I laughed again. Her voice sounded so weird.

My eyes locked at Z's side profile. There he is, my handsome best friend!

"Z, sleep here in my bed. I want to cuddle like last night!" I cooed and I heard Z grunted while Zara's laughter echoed across the room.

"So you were with her last night?"

"Ahm, I packed her things," he explained and I grin after remembering how he removed half of what I packed. It was mostly underwear and crop tops but he said I should consider the weather and packed a few set of shirts and shorts.

"But you cuddle?" I saw here smirking in my direction but I was too drunk to even understand what they were talking about.  Z didn't even answer her so I pouted. What's taking them so long?

So out of boredom, my hands reached for his arm and tried pulling him closer, which he tried resisting as he still talks to Zara, who looked even more amused while looking at us.

"We look so adorable, don't we?" I giggle and Zara covered her lips for a moment.

"God, I can breathe now. I mean, I was kind of hesitant to let you guys stay together in one room despite the knowledge of you two being the best of friends, but seeing how Mari is acting right now, I think she would actually throw a fit if I send you out,"

Z's hand reached for my shoulder and pulled me a little. That made me stop pulling him on my bed.

"Me and the guys are used to having sleepovers," he explained which got me a little confused too. Why does he have to explain himself?  Does he like Zara?

With that in mind, my eyes shifted towards her direction, a fiery glare blaring through my eyes.

No! She can't take Z away from me! I changed my mind. Z can't have a girlfriend right now until I find someone who can take care of me as he does.

"Z!" I started whining again and Zara just smiled before turning around leaving us behind.

Finally.

The moment she closed the door, I pulled Z's arm and he yelp in surprise as he almost landed on top of me.

Well, technically, he is but he was quick enough to lean his other hand on the bed though so our body won't touch. I grinned at him when I saw how his face scrunched, probably in annoyance. I heard him groan above me and that made me laugh even more. I love teasing him. Normally, he lets me and just smiles. He also let me do whatever I want and let me get away with it. Come to think of it, I can pass as a spoiled brat considering how he was treating me.

My hands cupped his face and I smiled. "I miss you," I whispered and I saw him pushed his tongue at the side of his cheek. He avoided my gaze and I bit my lower lip.

I feel so frustrated. I felt like the people around me doesn't really put an effort to know me. Nor give me a chance to even show the real me to them.

"Today, Lennox threw the perfume Zamara gave me and he basically insulted me. He apologized for it but that didn't make me feel better," I started. I saw how he suddenly stared back at me as if waiting for me to continue. So I did...

"Tell me Z, am I annoying you too?" my lips quiver at the sudden thought. If Z is getting annoyed with me too, maybe people really don't like me. Maybe their judgment of me is true and I'm just being stupid for sulking about it.

My heart felt so heavy once again and for some reason, I wanted to cry.

There are times that I wish my parents weren't celebrities. I hate the fact that I am being judged according to what people think of us without them trying to know us beforehand. That's part of the reason why at some point, I tolerate Zamara's actions whenever she gets into a fight. She's one stubborn ass woman who gets into a fight if she's being insulted.

I heard him sigh and my hands ended up covering my face as tears start to stream down on my cheeks.

Why do many people hate me? It's so frustrating how easily they can hurt my feelings. I am human too. I may appear stronger than most people but that doesn't mean I don't get affected.

"You're not, Mari. I will never be annoyed with you, ever," I heard him mutter and I felt him brushing the tears falling down on the space where it isn't covered by my hand. But that didn't stop me from crying.

Maybe I was simply tired these days that I was too affected. This isn't the first time I heard words like that but why am I sulking like this now?

I felt him move off on top of me and the next thing I knew was my body being lifted on my bed. I released my hands off my face and looked at him, slightly startled. And then I found myself sitting on his lap as he carries me sideways.

"Z?" Despite my drunken state, I was aware of what he just did, and for some reason, my heart fluttered a bit.

"You're not annoying and you make a lot of people smile, including me. Why else would I let you ransack my wardrobe if I hate you?" he started and the glint in his eyes tells me he means every word he uttered.

My lips quivered at his words but nonetheless, I ended up smiling.

"I knew it, you are head over heels of me, huh?" I teased and I saw him smirk. I just buried my face on his chest and wrapped my hands on his body. I love sniffing his scent. It's calming and I love it.

"Or maybe it is actually you who likes me. Don't even think I never noticed how you keep on smelling me, you pervert,"

"Ha!" I scoffed before pulling away from him a little, my eyes caught the naughty glint in his eyes. "You're not exactly handsome-handsome like, the world would stop if I stare at you," I snickered even rolling my eyes a bit.

I had to bite the inside of my cheeks when I said that. Z Devon is handsome. What will you expect to the son of a man who was even hailed the most handsome man in the world? Plus, even aunt Max's face can launch a thousand ships.

"So, am I ugly?" he suddenly asked before leaning a little bit closer than he usually does. My eyes widened at the very close proximity as his lips were too close... Too close that one wrong move, our lips would definitely touch.

I gulped. I can feel his breath hitting a bit of my skin when he tilted his face a little

What the heck? My body stiffened as I feel his hand on my leg moved. Why does my skin suddenly feel like it's burning?

I bit my lower lip when my eyes suddenly fell on his lips. Are they usually this red?

"Answer me, Marigold Simons, do I look ugly to you?" his question came out as a whisper and I swear every hair at the back of my neck suddenly stood up.

Holy - did I drink a little too much? Why is my heart suddenly beating so fast?

"I - ahm," I didn't know why I was suddenly stuttering but my mind was simply blank at the moment.

"Cat got your tongue baby, huh?"

Baby...

He leaned even more until I felt his lips slowly brushed on the corner of my own. I felt chills running through my body and I almost fail to catch my breath.

Oh, God...  What the hell is happening with me?

Suddenly, I felt his body moved until I realized that he was laughing, my lips parting immediately.

Was he playing with me?

"Let's get your feet cleaned up first, baby. And brush your teeth at least. You're too tired to go on a shower but you can kill me tomorrow for that," he stated before lifting me up making me cling on him tighter as he headed straight to the restroom.

My eyes were fixed on his face and it's funny how I felt lighter after our little teasing.

Z Devon, he does have a way to make me feel better...

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