Chapter 49: Neither Can I.
Exams are terrible things created for the specific reason to torture us examinees. The pre-exam term, also, is a device that plans to crush us slowly under the stress and low confidence that only teenagers can get.
Well all of them except Zack. You see since Zack has an eidetic memory all he needs to do is open a textbook, read it and then BAM! he remembers everything. The school actually messed up with his year group and he's supposed to be in the year above me because his birthday is on October 22nd 2002. The oldest person in our actual year group was born on the 25th of October which is the day after the year cuts start so last year Zack was flown over here to England and he took his GCSE's with the other year. No surprise he got all A*s.
So now, whilst I'm here drowning in revision and sitting at the kitchen island table in pajama bottoms (with more holes in than I'd like to count) and a tee shirt that I 'burrowed' from Zack's wardrobe, Zack's away at football - again soccer but I'm British - where he's been for the past two hours. Iona's sat next to me with her five year old spelling homework, Jabez is opposite her fiddling with the corner of his SCIENCE book and Eric's opposite me trying not to fall asleep. Dad's given up trying to help because the twins aren't listening, Eric knows what he's doing and just doesn't want to do it but what forced Dad to leave the room was his inexperience with algebra and the reason why Gravity doesn't work in space.
The cameras are here, filming us and the boys but I don't want them to be here because I'm stressed enough as it is. Just then the front door opened and shut and I could hear Dad's muffled voice along with someone else's. I didn't look up though because the formula for some scientific equation clicked in my mind and I scribbled it down before I forgot it so I missed the mystery person walk into the kitchen until two large hands were placed on my hips and a gentle kiss was planted on the top of my head. I looked up at Zack and smiled as he grinned down at me, kissing my forehead.
"How was training?" I asked as he put a carrier bag in front of the three children who's eyes lit up and they dived into the bag, pulling out sour sweets which spilled on the counter when the packets were ripped open. Zack slid onto the stool beside me, leaning his forehead against my shoulder.
He's sweating and his football gear - black Nike trackies, shin pads and football socks over the top, a grey football tee shirt and a black waterproof jacket with COWELL 14 printed on the back in white - is caked in mud that's dried now.
Well won't the dry cleaners have a ball with this huh?
"Long." He mumbled creeping his hand onto my thigh and giving it a squeeze. "I'm seriously rejudging my choices."
Zack's been on scouts' radar since he turned thirteen and scored that winning goal at High Trees (first book) and afterwards he was offered a place on the Brighton squad which eventually led to the club getting into the press more and their popularity has sky rocketed. He still trains with them but when we get back from the movie set (even for just a couple days) he throws himself into one on one training which leaves him tired and aching the next morning. I kissed Zack's cheek and ran my hand through his wet hazel coloured hair.
"Trust me it'll be worth it." I whispered trying not to flip the cameras off because the cameraman behind the large black object looks like this will WIN him an Oscar. Zack grunted and then sat up.
"Long." I muttered making him chuckle but he scooted his stool closer to mine, draped my legs over his and then, after I explained what I'm stuck on, he started explaining it in a way that I would understand.
I learn more in my relationship with Zack than I do at school which is saying something because its school.
Now when Zack turned sixteen Dad became very edgy whenever Zack and I would be in my room alone but since I was still only fifteen he trusted me that nothing would happen. When Zack turned seventeen and I was sixteen however he made it obvious that he didn't want Zack in my room with the door shut but Dad being Dad, Zack being Zack and me being me Dad didn't get his way.
"So I'm going to take it you're staying." I said spinning my office chair to face my bed where Zack's flopped down. He's very shirtless; showing off what the hours of gym time has rewarded him with - or the whole world with.
He's lying on his front wearing some tracksuit bottoms and texting someone on his phone.
"Problem?" Zack smirked at me over the top of his phone.
"Course not." I replied not looking at him but at the iPad sitting on my lap with Instagram up. At the moment I'm on the group chat that the girls (from school) added me into and even though I'm not typing anything I'm panicking because of what they're talking about.
So I know that Zack doesn't have a single disloyal bone in his body, I know that lately I've been over thinking things but I'm a teenage girl with a heartthrob as a boyfriend so excuse me. But anyone would panic if they're reading what I am.
The girls are talking about some girl who's brother is on the same team as Zack and she keeps hitting on him and - this is the best bit - the family, Blaketons, are old family friends of the Cowell's. I didn't know what girl it was until I saw her picture and I remembered.
She was at Zack's seventeenth birthday party and spent the whole time clinging to Zack. He didn't seem fazed by it at all and he hasn't mentioned her since but as a girl I know how slimy other girls can get and I don't trust that girl one bit. Nicole. Even her name sounds rotten.
No offence to any Nicole's out there but I hate one specific Nicole, not you.
"Huh what?" I asked shaking my head and looking up at Zack. His phone buzzed in his hand but he didn't even look at it.
"I've been talking for the past five minutes. Did you get any of it?" His eyebrow raised, his blue eyes tinted with worry as I sighed and locked the screen of my iPad. I dropped it on the chair when I stood up.
"No sorry. Was it important?" Zack looked defeated and again his phone buzzed in his hand.
"No. Don't worry about it." With that he stood up too, shrugging on a tee shirt. "I'm gonna go."
"What? No. Why?" I asked all in a rush.
Zack stopped sliding on his jacket, phone buzzing again as he looked at me. "Is there something bugging you?" He asked. "Since my birthday you've been in your own little world most of the time and I'm seriously worried about you."
"I'm fine." I shook away the thoughts of Nicole swirling in my mind. "Just..."
"You can't blame your revision, you started three weeks ago and the girls kn-" He stopped himself abruptly, looking at his PHONE which beeped with a text message. He dropped his hand to his side and I saw the name written across his screen. Nicole. "Is this about Nicole?"
"No." I said all too quickly. Zack sighed, running a hand through his hair and dropping his phone onto his duffel bag. The circle loading symbol has taken up the screen meaning that Zack has switched it off and he's suddenly in front of me.
"Are you jealous baby?" Zack whispered cupping my neck in his hands. I shook my head when I realized words have failed me. "Are you sure?" I shook my head, then reconsidered it and nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry I know that you wouldn't... that you haven't but everyone's talking about it and I... I don't know but I don't trust her." I mumbled under my breath holding Zack's wrist in my hand as his thumbs rub circles under my jaw.
"I know you don't like her," Zack started. "I know that the girls talk about her like she's some model and all the guys love her to bits but Princess; you're it for me. There's no one else I'd rather be with and I wouldn't even dream of cheating on you for a second. I can't imagine my life without you so I'm not going to let a girl like Nicole make that fear of mine a reality."
I looked up at Zack and gave him a smile which erased all the worry from his face. "I'm sorry." I sighed. "I just... over reacted again I'm sorry."
He smiled, his dimple popping out on his left cheek. "I love you Kendall. Remember that alright?" I nodded, smiling as he kissed me.
"I love you too Zack."
"Are you still studying?" Zack groaned with his head lying on my shins and his phone on his chest. I have my Biology book out in front of me and my LAPTOP on my thighs.
"No I'm on Twitter." I replied keeping my eyes on the DM Lillie's sending me. "Why? Is studying a bad thing?"
"I've never gotten the point of it." Zack shrugged flicking my Biology book over to the foot of my bed and then lying beside me.
"Of course you haven't you remember everything." I rolled my eyes and typed a reply to Lillie.
"Don't roll your eyes at me din." Zack poked my side where he knows I'm ticklish.
"Don't call me a din!" I poked him back. Zack laughed and rolled onto his back, continuing to scroll down Instagram.
"You know what we should do?" Zack asked when I yawned and shut the lid of my laptop.
"What?" I jumped off my bed and put my laptop and Biology book onto my desk.
"Go away somewhere." Zack replied looking at me and taking my hand, lacing his fingers with mine as I lent my knees against my bed beside him. "What do you say?"
"Depends where you want to go." I smiled as Zack grinned.
"How about somewhere hot?" Zack asked. "Just us two, no one else to ruin anything. Us two for a while alone. How does that sound?"
"Absolutely amazing." I bent down to kiss Zack who smiled triumphantly. "But..."
Zack groaned and pulled away. "But what?"
"We both have commitments and we can't just up and leave whenever we feel like it." I reminded him and Zack sighed in defeat.
"Well that sucks."
I laughed, letting out a sound when Zack tugged at my hand and brought me down onto his chest. "Okay so," Zack said. "when the movie's over, when I have a break from football and before we go off to college. Then?"
"So in six months?" I asked resting my cheek against his shoulder. "That's sounds perfect. Just us two?"
"Just us two baby." He whispered kissing my lips. "I promise."
"Then I can't wait." I grinned and he chuckled against my mouth.
"Neither can I Princess." He mumbled wrapping his arms around me and I slid my hands into his still wet hair. "Neither can I."