> POV: Zendaya / Jobe Bellingham
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> Location: Milan – GUCCI FW Afterparty, Rooftop Lounge
Time: 11:28 PM
Zendaya didn’t even want to be here.
The invite was last minute. Her dress was too tight. The music was mid. And she swore if one more guy in a turtleneck tried to ask her about Euphoria, she’d jump off the roof.
She was halfway through her second martini when she saw him —
Jobe Bellingham.
Dark green velvet suit. Slightly undone tie. Cocky smirk that clearly hadn’t changed since the last time they argued in LA.
And he was looking directly at her.
No. Nope. Absolutely not.
Zendaya turned around — only to come face to face with Sydney Sweeney.
“Cute dress,” Sydney said, smiling that fake Hollywood smile. “Vintage?”
Zendaya blinked. “Nope. Custom. Wouldn’t fit you though.”
BOOM.
The music didn’t stop — but the air definitely did.
Sydney’s smile dropped. “Still jealous?”
Zendaya sipped her martini. “Of what? Your washed-out perfume or your ability to get dumped by the same guy twice?”
Ouch.
“Actually,” Sydney said, stepping closer, “Jobe and I still talk. Sometimes he texts me when he’s drunk. Misses my—”
Zendaya raised a finger. “Say ‘energy’ and I’ll slap you with this olive.”
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> Meanwhile — Other side of the party
Jobe had zero idea what he was doing here.
He hated fashion shows. Hated champagne. Hated suits that made his thighs feel like sausages. But he knew Zendaya would be here.
And even though they hadn’t talked in months —
Even though their situationship ended in a text he never answered —
He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Then he saw it.
Her.
Sydney.
In the same corner.
He felt the heat crawl up his neck.
Bad idea. All of this.
He walked over.
“Hey.”
It was dumb. Basic. But it was all his brain could manage.
Zendaya turned around slowly. “Oh look. A footballer with emotional damage. How rare.”
Sydney giggled, touching Jobe’s arm. “Missed you, J.”
He stepped back instinctively. “We’re not doing that tonight.”
Sydney froze. “Doing what?”
He looked at Zendaya. “Lying.”
The tension?
THICKER THAN SYDNEY’S LASH EXTENSIONS.
Zendaya crossed her arms. “You still dating blondes to feel something, or…?”
Jobe gave her a half smile. “You still pretending you don’t care?”
That was it.
Zendaya grabbed her clutch. “If you wanna play, go play. But not with me.”
And she turned to walk away.
But Jobe caught her wrist — gently.
Not controlling. Not desperate. Just… soft.
“Z. I was an idiot.”
“Still are,” she shot back.
He stepped closer. Voice lower. “But you made it impossible not to fall.”
She blinked.
Somewhere behind them, Sydney scoffed. “You two deserve each other. Toxic and clueless.”
Zendaya didn’t even look back. “You’re right,” she said.
Then kissed Jobe.
Hard.
Like she meant it.
Like she wasn’t done with him yet.
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> Elsewhere — Group Chat: "Real Madrid Circus 🎪⚽"
[Vinicius Jr]:
bro. zendaya just posted a story with jobe kissing her. 💀💀
[Jude]:
wtf is going on tonight.
[Amarren]:
oh y’all are in love love now?
[Doechii]:
💅 i trained her well.
[Tom Holland]:
wait what.
[Everyone]:
🚫🚫🚫
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TO BE CONTINUED...
VOUS LISEZ
• THE SOLUTION | jude bellingham •
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