Age Is Just a Number

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William’s POV: 

I threw a fist, and a loud bang made its appearance. 

The chain rattles. 

A cheerleader. 

I raise another fist hitting the bag, feeling my sweat drizzling down. 

A fucking cheerleader. 

With another fist, I can see Marvin and Drew taking a break from their workout. They peek in my direction, mouthing something to each other. 

That means short skirts. 

I threw out another punch. 

And tight tops. 

Another punch. 

And horny guys chasing after her short skirt and tight top. 

“Fuck!” I ran my hands down my sweaty face and squatted on the floor. 

A water bottle dangles in front of my face, my favorite water bottle. It’s black with a little white cow dangling on the side. A guy like me would never use something like this. I would rather hang myself than pay money for this type of water container. But, Zara got it for me, and it matches her white water bottle container with a little black cow dangling on the side. 

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I grabbed it from Drew’s hand and relinquished myself from thirst. He sat down beside me with Marvin on the other side. “What happened this time?” he asks. 

gym. 

I set the container behind me. “A cheerleader!” 

“What?” They said at the same time. 

“Zara is a fucking cheerleader!” I shout, my voice echoing throughout the empty 

They glance at each other and smirk deviously. “Damn good for you! She can do. a backflip onto your dick!” Marvin sang and started dancing. 

I ran my fingers through my hair. “I haven’t confessed yet,” I mumble, wondering how it would feel to see her do a backflip, not into my dick, but my bed. I think it would hurt if she backflips on my dick, and I like how it’s not damaged.. 

“What? Are you fucking with me?” Drew question. 

“I wanted to wait until she turned sixteen, at least! I’m thinking about confessing to her on her birthday,” I mumble. 

Marvin snort, grab his water bottle, and squirt it into his mouth. “That is if she is available by her birthday.” 

“Drew, I know I’ve been saying I’m going to kill him, but today I fucking mean it.”! wasn’t joking. 

Marvin jolted two hands in the air, “What? Just speaking the truth. I’m not into little girls, but even I’m willing to make exceptions for Zara,” he said quickly, then ran. 

Instantly, I rush after him, and I swear I will fucking kill him. I know he’s only joking. After all, we have a code not to touch each other’s women. 

Then again, Zara isn’t my woman, so does it count? 

Of course, it fucking count. They know I have a thing for her! They know I will shoot off their dicks if they dare touch her. 

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Emergency calls only 

aft Unfortunately, I know he was telling the truth. Zara has a lot of guys chasing 

after her, but she doesn’t know it. I would see her turning down guys without even realizing they were asking her out until someone mentioned it. 

She is a wizard in all subjects of school, but when it comes to romance, it goes right over her head. 

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Our 

workout, we decided to get a burger. I know it doesn’t make sense, but fuck it, I need a burger right now 

We sat down and waited for our orders. “I heard Misha contacted you,” Drew 

said. 

“Yeah.” 

“What did she want?” 

“Just to talk about getting back together or some shit like that.” We were never together. 

He arches a brow, and I glance at Marvin, who was on his phone, playing this random shooting game he’s been obsessed with for weeks. “What did you say?” 

“I don’t want to be with her, and I like another girl.” 

He waved a hand in a circular motion. “And?” 

I shrug. “She told me she is okay with staying fuck buddies.” 

“Damn,” Marvin said. I wasn’t quite sure if he was talking about our conversation or the game he is playing. 

I shake my head, “I’m not going to do it if you’re wondering.” 

“Of course, you won’t. You want to get into Zara’s pants, not Misha,” Marvin commented. 

Well, I’ll be damn, he was listening. 

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Unfortunately, I know he was telling the truth. Zara has a lot of guys chasing after her, but she doesn’t know it. I would see her turning down guys without even ealizing they were asking her out until someone mentioned it. 

She is a wizard in all subjects of school, but when it comes to romance, *ight over her head. 

goes 

After our workout, we decided to get a burger. I know it doesn’t make sense, fuck it, I need a burger right now 

but 

We sat down and waited for our orders. “I heard Misha contacted you,” Drew 

said. 

“Yeah.” 

“What did she want?” 

“Just to talk about getting back together or some shit like that.” We were never together. 

He arches a brow, and I glance at Marvin, who was on his phone, playing this random shooting game he’s been obsessed with for weeks. “What did you say?” 

“I don’t want to be with her, and I like another girl.” 

He waved a hand in a circular motion. “And?” 

I shrug. “She told me she is okay with staying fuck buddies.” 

“Damn,” Marvin said. I wasn’t quite sure if he was talking about our conversation or the game he is playing. 

I shake my head, “I’m not going to do it if you’re wondering.” 

“Of course, you won’t. You want to get into Zara’s pants, not Misha,” Marvin commented. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Well, I’ll be damn, he was listening. 

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I heard someone call 

“So, what happened in the end?” Drew asks. 

I grab my burger. “We talked, she took me home, kissed my lips, and she told me to go to her when I’m bored.” 

“What if Zara saw that?” Marvin took 

a bite of his fries then went back to his 

game. 

“What?” 

“The kiss on the 

lips with Misha.” 

I snort, “There is no way-” I pause when I hear the bell ring. A few football players and cheerleaders walk in. The burger in my hands dropped when I saw a particular, girl heading in with everyone. 

She had this short white skirt, with gold lining on edge, which barely covers her toned ass and tiny tight top. Her hair was up in a high ponytail with a giant gold bow- on top. 

How the fuck did that outfit passed school regulation?! 

Her finger was twirling her ponytail, a pout on her glossy pink lips as she stared at the board, probably wondering what she should eat or maybe she should eat everything on the menu. 

I can see the guys that walked in with her and the guys sitting in the joint eyeing her ass. 

“Damn, cheerleaders.” The guy sitting on the table next to mine blew out a 

whistle. 

“I heard they are all easy,” one of his jackasses said. 

“Check out the small one with the fine ass. I won’t mind her being under me, screaming my name.” 

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“Which one?” 

“The one with the tiny mole under her eye and giant gold bow.” 

Marvin and Drew turn around, eyes widening. “Oh fuck,” they mumble, holding 

me down. 

“We are going to need more punching bags,” Marvin unnecessarily comments. 

“Dude, she is taken by a dumbass jock,” one of them said. 

I turn to see this one fucking guy who threw his arms over her shoulder, pretending to talk about what they should get, but I can see him eyeing her breasts. 

When she finishes ordering, he pulls out his wallet and insists on paying. I’m pretty sure he insists on getting into her skirt too. 

When she turned around, her eyes met mine, and it widened. She chews on her lower lips, looking like she got caught. She did get caught. 

The guy pulls her towards a table on the other side. The whole time, I can tell she was feeling uncomfortable as she was fidgeting in her chair, 

I saw her excusing herself to go to the bathroom, and I stood up to go after her. “Don’t make a scene,” Drew warned me. 

I ignored him. 

I stand outside the bathroom, waiting for her to finish. Her eyes were on the ground when she walked out, but then it lifted and met mine. “H–Hi.” 

I watch as her long tone leg rubs against one another. I had half a fucking mind to pull her back into the bathroom and rip that skirt off of her. 

Damn it, William! Now is not the time to have those thoughts! 

“Let’s go.” I state firmly, wishing I bought the gun from my car to shoot down this fucking place. 

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She takes a step back, and I fight the urge to push her back into the bathroom. and lock it. “What?” 

“We are going home.” I grab her wrist and drag her out, despite her protest. 

I can see Drew and Marvin doing a facepalm. One of the stupid football players dared to stand up to me, and it’s the damn one who wanted to get into Zara’s skirt. “What are you doing?” 

I grab Zara’s waist and pull her into my chest despite her ongoing protest. “I’m taking her home,” I dare him to try and fight back. I want him to do it. Instead, he trembles, little bitch. 

He had the authenticity to hold her wrist. “She doesn’t want to go home.” 

My knuckles were white, itching to punch his face. “Greg, it’s okay,” Zara whispers. She looks at me, “Let’s go.” 

The drive was quiet as neither of us refused to speak. My eyes peek over towards her, seeing her tone legs, tighten abs, and somehow large chest. I grip onto the wheel, trying my best not to get hard, but it was well hard. 

parked in front of her house, and she threw the door open, stomping her way into the house. Oh, fuck no, she shouldn’t be mad, I should! 

I open the door to chase after her. Grabbing her wrist, I slam her against the wall. and shut the front door with my foot. “What the fuck was that?!” she shouts. 

“What was what?” I press myself farther into her, feeling her fantastic chest pressed against mine, and I had the most substantial urge to tear that damn top off of 

her 

“In there! You embarrassed me, William!” 

I couldn’t help but release a chuckle. “I embarrassed you?” 

“Yes! You dragged me out there like a little child without my damn consent,” she pushes me back and stomps upstairs. 

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“I’m walking away!” she screams back. 

She went into her bedroom, and I can see her trying to slam the door, but I didn’t allow that to happen. I held the door open, and we both know she can’t win when it comes to strength, so she gave up. “Leave William.” 

I take a step inside her room and fold my arms. “No,” I understand I’m illogical right now. Here I am acting like this crazy man who just dragged her out in front of her friends, without any rhyme or reason. 

“Why are you acting like this?! I don’t understand! Stop bothering me and go back to your girlfriend, Trisha or something,” she said, and it smacks me right in the face. 

“What?” 

“Yeah, go back, kiss her and stuff like that! I don’t care! Get out!” She pushed me out the door, but I didn’t budge an inch. 

Fuck! What are the chances she saw that damn millisecond kiss?! 

I look down, seeing her puffing her red cheeks, trying her best to push me out. It wasn’t working, but she seems so damn cute doing it. 

I grab both of her wrists, seeing her eyes gazing at me. Cautiously, I wrapped my. arms around her tiny body. “It didn’t mean anything. It was just a kiss goodbye. I’m not meeting her anymore.” 

She looks at me and nods. 

I know she doesn’t believe me.. 

I tightened my arms around Zara, feeling her freeze, and laid a kiss on her salty cheek. “It really doesn’t mean anything, Angel,” I whisper. I scoop her up, feeling her legs bending on my waist, and sit down on her bed. Laying a finger down her chin, I lifted it, seeing her glisten eyes. “How can I make you believe me?” 

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She chews on her lips, and fuck was she killing me. “D–Don’t meet her anymore.” 

I nod. “Never, anything else?” I adjust my hand under her ass seeing her eyes widen in surprise as I push her up, and I’m sure she can feel my desire for her. 

She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine. “No more girls?” 

“You don’t like it when I’m with other girls?” There it is, my hope. Zara may like me more than a simple overprotective brother. 

She nods. 

“Why?” 

“Because-” she pauses, her eyes erratically jump around the room. “Because-” 

I tilt my head, urging her to continue, “Because?” 

“Because, 1-” Her face went red. “Because, 1-” Zara inhales a shaky breath as my fingers circle her outer thigh. She tightens her legs, clenching my shirt, beautiful eyes staring into mine. 

Maybe now is the right time. She is almost 16, so it’s close enough. 

I open my mouth, ready to confess, until I hear a door slam from behind me. “Woah.”