66| Official?

It was close to midnight. After spending the whole day in confusion, Zoey finally made her mind to do the daring deed. She wore her slippers and walked out of her room with hushed steps. Climbing down the stairs, she made her way towards her Dad's study.

Knocking on the door first, she entered inside and watched her father whose eyebrows drawn closer in confusion. She walked forwards and stopped inches away from his desk, lowering her eyes to the floor.

"Zoey, what are your intentions now?" He asked.

"I am not here to fight or argue." She whispered meekly. "I am here to request you."

Richard assessed his daughter's face for a moment. It wasn't very often that he heard the word request from his daughter's mouth. "Sit."

Nodding, she sat down in front of him and started speaking. "Travis would never date me if Rose won't approve of this relationship and she would never do it unless you are okay with us. So here I am, asking your permission to date him." She said. Humbling herself in front of her careless father was one of the most difficult things Zoey had to do.

Richard cocked his head to a side and asked, "Just for an ordinary guy, you are asking for my permission? What spell had he cast on you?"

"He is not ordinary. He is amazing." She defended him. "And he humbles me. I am a better person when I am with him. Isn't that what you wanted all along?"

Sighing, he said, "Well, I have to give him that. He is a good influence on you."

"See. Besides, who cares if he is not rich? I am sure he will find a good job one day." She further added.

"The issue isn't that he is poor. I am not against poor people, Zoey." Richard commented. "The issue is that his mother is a maid in our house. This makes your relationship ten times more complicated than a normal relationship."

"That's my headache." She fought back. "I'll make sure my feelings for Travis aren't affected by this."

"And what about after high school? He will leave this town." Richard placed his elbows on the desk and asked.

"I will visit him weekly. It's not like I would have my own college work to worry about. Once again, it's our issue. You just have to give us your approval." Zoey replied.

"You are just here because of him, aren't you? You don't give a fuck if I approve or not." Richard asked, a hint of sadness clear in his voice.

Zoey kept quiet because she knew the answer wasn't going to be a positive one.

"It's either Travis or a drunk junkie highschool dropout, judging by your life choices. The former option sounds better." He said and a smile broke out on Zoey's mouth, despite the subtle insult.

"Thanks." She said in a grateful manner. "Dad."

A faint smile lingered on Richard's lips as he nodded and once again shifted his attention to the file in his hand. Never in past few years did he have such a polite and mature conversation with his daughter, that didn't involve one of them exploding on the other person in anger.

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Travis had come to visit Zoey next day right after he got a text from her. She told him in the message that Richard has finally gave them his blessings, which means his mom won't have any issue with them anymore. It was Saturday and he didn't have anything else to do today so he went straight to her house.

Now they were lying next to each other on her bed, talking about random things. "So we are finally official." He said excitedly, staring at the beautiful girl lying next to her. Zoey was dressed in her very short shorts, that she liked to call booty shorts and a tank top. Her wavy brown hair was sprawled everywhere on the white bedsheet.

"Yeah." She said. "But if you phrase it like that, it gets a little scary. I mean, aren't you freaked out that you won't be able to harbour any physical or emotional feelings for any other girl?"

"Big words, huh?" He grinned and she rolled her eyes. "And no, because it's either you or my boring lonely room. I don't have many options available, if you haven't figured that out by now."

"You should have options." She said as she propped her head up with the help of her elbow. "You sir, are hot. I mean, have you looked at you?"

He blushed at her words and rolled his eyes to negate her. "Stop exaggerating."

"Believe me, you are even hotter than Zachary and he is the hottest guy I know." She commented.

"I am not sure I appreciate you calling Zachary hottest guy you know." He narrowed his eyes.

She slapped her forehead at this. "I called you hotter than him. Focus. And besides, Zachary might be hot but we never had any relationship like that. Sure we had few kisses and---"

He put his finger on her mouth to shut her up. "Quiet, before you unintentionally make me hate Zachary." He said and wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her closer.

Their eyes locked together as a shy, mischievous smile appeared on Zoey's lips. Lowering his head, Travis captured her lips and slowly moved his mouth against hers. The hand that was around her waist lowered and cupped her butt. Zoey gasped slightly as Travis pinched the supple flesh and he used it to his advantage by entering his tongue inside her mouth.

He lay her on her back and hovered over her. Breaking the kiss, he kissed the corner of her mouth and then slowly trailed a path down to her long neck. The soft kisses, alternating with some rough sucking caused Zoey to close her eyes and use other senses to enjoy the moment.

Her sensitive skin flushed immediately because of his kisses, a sight that caused Travis to apply more pressure. Parting away for one second, Travis pulled her top over her head and she slipped out of it, leaving her naked underneath.

He took his time caressing and kissing each of her breast, and then he dragged his mouth down to her navel. Zoey groaned in hoarse voice as his mouth explored her soft, young skin. Each beauty mark, each freckle, each spot imprinted on Travis's mind.

At the last, he finally freed her legs from the shorts and positioned his head in between her legs. Starting from her knees, he slowly moved his mouth upwards, making sure to take his time to give her pleasure. The next was Zoey's turn who reciprocated Travis' efforts equally and did things to him that he had only dreamt about.

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"Screw him." Maya groaned to Mario.

"Why are you getting so annoyed?" He asked, eating a big bite of the cheeseburger.

"He is clearly trying to get a reaction out of me." She commented, munching on her Cheetos, more like gritting the Cheetos in anger.

"Let the guy enjoy. A man gotta eat somehow." Mario said and earned a look from Maya that said he better stop talking if he wants to live.

"He looks like he is minutes away from fucking her on the hood of his car." Maya eyed Zachary angrily.

They were sitting in the ground, staring in Zachary's direction who was busy sucking the soul out of Blaire Willow. She was sitting on the hood of his car and Zachary's mouth was glued to her.

Since the day they had an argument in his room, Zachary's behaviour had changed completely. He was acting particularly aggressive and spends most of his time flirting with random girls, specially when Maya was around him. She hated seeing him like this because she knew he was a nice guy. She hated that she was the reason he was acting like this.

"Where are you going?" Mario asked when he saw Maya stood up.

Ignoring him completely, Maya made his way to the parking lot and walked past them. She made sure to bump against Zachary, pushing him forwards that he ended up knocking his forehead against her.

"Sorry." Maya said innocently.

Zachary turned his head towards her and glanced him with an annoyed look on his face. He looked exhausted, with eye-bags under his eyes and sunken cheeks. For a split second, Maya felt bad for him but then he decided to speak. "Should we continue?"

"Of course." Blaire answered and they continued their make-out session once again. The sight caused bile to rise up in Maya's throat and she stomped away from the nauseous sight.

Zachary saw her leave from the corner of his eyes. As much as he looked like a jerk, he wanted her to feel the pain he himself felt on being rejected by her again and again. Once she was away from his sight, he broke the kiss and stood up straight.

"I have some work to do. Bye." He said and motioned her to hop off his car.

"Are you sure you are busy? I can accompany you to your home." She smirked playfully, rolling her blonde locks around her finger.

"No. I'll take you home when I want. Understand?" He replied dryly.

"Okay, don't get angry now babe. I just miss you when you are away, that's all." She patted his cheeks.

"Just hop off Blaire. Don't annoy me." He glared at her. Not expecting his sour mood, she jumped off the hood immediately. Zachary then slid inside his car and drove off.

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