Stuck in Europe with my brother and his best friend? FML! Did I mention that he's a man-whore?

Chapter 5 Stuck in Europe

Heyyy so I thought the cliffhanger might be too much for you guys to handle, lol, so I uploaded a little earlier than intended. Umm, I guess I'll leave you to it then! Enjoy!!:)

Btw: there's a scene that's not graphic but some might find kind of disturbing so I guess a VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED warning goes in hand with this chapter....

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Stuck in Europe with my brother and his best friend? FML! Did I mention he's a jerkface man-whore?

Chapter 5:

Zoey's POV:

I felt disoriented for a moment, trying to think but unable to come up with a coherent thought. Honestly, my mind was just a mess.

How the hell did he get in here? I haven't seen him in way too long.

"Cole?" I asked again, when I didn't hear his reply.

"Zo..." he whispered. I could see him slowly leaning forward.

"Stop Cole," I said, finally snapping out of it. He had completely taken me by surprise and I had to clear my head.

I jumped out of bed and ran to my bathroom, locking the door behind me.

The clock on my wall said it was around three in the morning. Damn.

After taking a few deep breaths, I started to think straight again. What the hell was he doing here?

Cole and I had met a little bit over a year ago at a party, dating almost immediately after meeting. Then after only two months together, I caught him cheating on me. With his younger sister's 14 year old best friend. He was 18 at the time.

We didn't talk after that and he graduated. I hadn't kept in touch because, well to put it in kind words...he was an asshole. Yeah, that's as kind as a person can get about Cole.

And now he was in my room, inside the covers on my bed, with his perfect toothy smile and those gorgeous hazel eyes and his hair messed up the way that all the girls like. Ugh! I remembered why I hated him so much. Cheating bastard.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Go away," I growled. Slowly, I was coming back to my senses and with that came the sadness, the hurt, the anger, and most of all simply hate.

"Please, lemme talk to you." Idiot. "I miss you." Pathetic idiot.

It's been a fucking year Dumbshit! "Get the hell out!"

He knocked again. "Please, please. I just wanna talk to you and explain. Please!"

I sighed and blinked away some tears that had regretfully gathered in my eyes. "Okay asshole. You have two minutes before I tell Jace to kick your sorry ass out of my house," I said through the door.

I opened it slowly and came face-to-face with Cole. Except this Cole was different. He wasn't happy-go-lucky Cole anymore. He'd been so sweet to me those few weeks spent together. This Cole had an expression in his eyes that sent shivers down my body. And not in a good way.

Before I could close the door on his face, scared with what I was seeing, Cole gripped my upper arms and brought his lips to mine.

I struggled to get him off of me. "Sto-"

My voice was cut short by his lips, smashing against mine again.

I managed to pull away a second, yelling, "Let go!"

"C'mon," he started, "you can't deny what we have."

I was shocked. His lips were pushing against mine again but I wasn't reacting. He began to get aggravated and growled. "I know you still love me," he said.