My Fair Chance

"What? What are you doing here?"


"Don't say anything," Zack sighed, pushing past her small frame so he could enter the apartment. He had no intentions of showing up here tonight, but he let his feet get the best of him and they led him straight to her door. The walk was familiar, anyway, almost as much as the drive. Seeing her was hard, that much was true, but it was definitely worth it to get to feelings off of his chest. "I won't stay. I'm just here to tell you that, despite your best attempts, you're not going to ruin my life."


"Zack, that's not fair. I was never trying to ruin your life. I would never do that."


"Maybe not intentionally," Zack shrugged, his eyes moving from the drops of water running down her shoulder to the rest of the well-kept living space. "You knew what you were doing when you were with Alex. According to him, you're even the one that made the first move that night at the hotel. Climbing on him, grindingn on him, making-out with him. I never got that treatment when we were pretty much together."


"You're a gentle soul, Zack," she frowned, embarrassed that he knew about it, "I would much rather have made perfection with you than a mistake with Alex."


"But you did it. Is that you're way of admitting it was a mistake with him, all of it?" He moved closer to her, his eyes burning holes in her skull. "Or are you just trying to make me feel better before you lock me out of your life for good?"


"Spending so much time with Alex, opening myself up to him, that was a mistake. I didn't need him when I had you."


"Yet, you can't tell me that you didn't enjoy it or that you didn't have feelings for him," Zack's anger was growing, but to brush it off, a cold laugh fell out of his mouth. "I'm still going to go on tour and try my best not to punch him again, however, I refuse to make him out to be something he's not. Not anymore. If I'm asked a question, I'll answer it honestly. Alex Gaskarth is worthless piece of shit. So tell me, how did someone like him steal someone like you away from someone like me?"


Brooklyn bit her lip and wrapped her arms around her chest. She'd learned, not too long ago, that Zack could be hurtful when he wanted to be. It was hard to believe, that someone so quiet, so gentle, could turn into a monster. But when someone is hurt, physically or emotionally, they're dangerous.


"Do you just like being treated like shit?" Zack moved closer to her, his cheeks turning red with rage. "Do you like having someone tell you that you can slide through life on that pretty face? Like hearing that you're deep, or is it just the simple 'I wanna fuck you' that gets you going?"


Brooklyn's heart was thudding against her ribcage as Zack backed her body against the wall. She was angry - No, livid, by his words - Yet the heat rising to her cheeks as the weakness in her knees suggested that Zack's fury and his warm breath tickling her skin was making her feel quiet the opposite.


Despite what she'd done to him, she felt he had no right to talk to her the way he was. Alex was always smooth with his words, the way Zack usually is, and it wasn't fair of the blonde to assume that she'd so easily allow the other into her pants by simply being a dick.


"I came over tonight to tell you that I'm letting you go. I kept waiting for you to show up, or to call, but you never did. It's best for both of us if I just cut you out of my life. Delete you entirely. But before I could do that, I needed to see your reaction, see if I ever had any place in your life at all."


In the heat of the moment, Zack rested his body weight against Brooklyn's body. He'd expected her to release her weight to the wall with what little room she had left. Instead, he discovered how tense her body was, how hot her skin had become and how quickly her heart was racing. He couldn't deny that he'd become flustered as well, but more importantly, he'd come to realize that he could still take a toll on the girl. He did something to her that not even Alex could do.


He found her point of no return.


A smirk tugged at his flushed cheeks as he payed close attention to the lust that had hazed over Brooklyn's eyes. He'd heard her hum, watched her body fall weak to his touch, but never had he seen her so wrapped up in a moment. Perhaps that was because they never had sex, never had the chance to really, but this was something he wanted - needed - more of, before he cut the string that left her in his life.


Zack lowered his shoulders and tilted his neck so that his lips roughly brushed against hers. The force was enough to make her wrap her arms around his neck, but not enough to hurt her. She parted her mouth and found the strength to push back into him, kissing him almost as hard as he was kissing her.


Using one hand to balance the two of them, Zack wrapped the other around her back and removed her body from the wall. She fell limp into his arms, allowing him to do with her as he pleased.


All of his anger and frustration was floating to the surface. This girl, the girl allowing him to paw at her without hesitation, had caused him more pain in the time he'd known her than anyone else had in his entire life. Yet, she was mending it, allowing him to use her body to work out all of those feelings and Zack fully intended to take advantage of that.


He pulled her arms away from his neck and yanked the shirt off his back. He tossed it across the floor just as her nails slid down his stomach, to the waist of his jeans where her fingers worked magic to undo the button and slide down the zipper. Using his hands to balance himself on the wall, he allowed her to slide his pants down to his ankles, then his boxers, so he could kick them both to the side.


With his erection now free, Zack stared at her body. Her hair was drying quickly, but a few drops of water remained on her perfect flesh. He brough his hands to her shoulders, gently tracing her bones as he smeared the water across her skin, lust clouding his own vision.
It was almost romantic, the way he brushed the damp strands away from her neck, but Zack wasn't here for romance. He was here for a goodbye, and a shitty one at that. Still, he was tender with his movements as he wrapped his fingers around the hook of the towel and slid it away from her chest. In a matter of seconds, the fabric hit the floor, leaving Brooklyn
exposed and deeply inhaling her breath.


Zack had known she was blessed with curves, it was obvious through the white tee-shirts she used to wear to bed with no bra, but her nude body was simply breath taking. Then again, she could have been lacking in the beauty department and he'd probably still feel the same.


In the moment, though, he took in the shape of her breasts. Her nipples were dark, but not dark enough to distract, and they were perfect for the size of her breasts. Her stomach was toned, but not overly so, and her wet core was currently hidden by perfect, small lips.
He wanted to kiss all over her body, softly, to make her moan. He wanted to touch every inch of her with ease, lay her down and confess his love to her. But that wouldn't be a good goodbye, it would be a welcoming hello to pain. With that in mind, Zack allowed his calloused fingers to cup her breasts, to squeeze them for only a second, then slide his way to her sex.


One hand navigated straight to her clit, making her fall back against the wall as he roughly teased her. His other hand was closed, leaving only two fingers to play. Zack roughly shoved them into her body, hooking them just right to pleasure her with a mild sense of pain.
She moaned, arching her back off of the wall to allow him better access to her cunt. Zack bit his lip as his hands moved faster, his eyes darting from her semi-bouncing mountains to her swelling pussy.


He couldn't describe what he was feeling. Anger, control and love, all wrapped into one throbbing dick. Honestly, he could have stayed like that, pleasuring her until she came, but he believed he deserved more than that and it's not like she didn't want it. He slid his hands out, and away from her aching core, but just long enough to drag her across the room and bend her body over the arm of the couch. From here, he could clearly see her pink, swollen skin. He could see the juices sliding down to her thighs and he didn't very well mind the fact that her face was buried in the couch.


Gripping her ass cheeks, he parted her skin just for his own amusement. How badly he wished this had happened when things were still right between them, when he could love her the way he wanted to. Angry sex was never bad, but it was never good for a first time, or a last time for that matter.


Growling at his own sorrow, Zack released her flesh and gripped his cock. By now, he was nearly dying to feel some pleasure of his own. He held himself firmly as he let the head of his sick slip through her folds, to her clit and all of the way to her other bud. Her legs were trembling, waiting for him to dive into her, and so were his own.


With one hand on the small of her back, Zack bent his knees and once again slid his cock around her wet, horny pussy. This time, however, he stopped at the source of the juice and very slowly allowed the tip of his cock slip past her lips. He could hear her gasp for air, though it was muffled by the pillows, but he mostly focused on the fact that at least something was finally happening with Brooklyn.


Knowing damn well that Alex could only dream of this moment, he thrusted his cock deep into her cunt. His entire length couldn't fit inside of her small, tight core, but with what could, it felt damn good.


Finally he had his chance to relieve the stress this girl had caused, and he got to take it out on her.


He grapped her hips and forced her back into him. She was on the tips of her toes, her ass wiggling enough to make his dick slide maybe half an inch against her walls. Zack didn't mind this, he probably wouldn't have minded if she did all the work, but that wouldn't make him feel totally better.


Holding her firmly in place so she could only move when he wanted her to, he started pounding into her, over and over again. She would scream out with every push in and moan with every slide out.


He pulled her back a little and loosened his grip. A sweat was starting to form on his skin and his pelvic bone was getting tender from fucking her so hard. Like this, he could pound into her, have her slide against mid-way and keep the cycle going. Plus, this meant for a little more fun.


His fingers slid past her hips, to her clit, where he once again began to tease her. A sharp breath of surprise came from her throat and her walls clamped around him.


"Fuck, Zack!"


"You like that?"


"Shit, yes, don't stop!"


"Tell me I'm better than Alex."


Though it took her by surprise, mostly because she couldn't compare him to Alex, she couldn't very well argue. She had felt Alex through his boxer that night, and though she could have kept going with a smile, she never felt him like this.


"You're better than Alex," she breathed, her insides started to tighten up. "You fuck me better than he ever could!"


It was wrong, to say those things, and Zack knew that. It was dirty, it was unlike him, and frankly it was unlike Brooklyn to say them. But this wasn't love-making, this was hate sex. This was the last time they'd see each other, the only time they'd fucked and the only time they had to forget Alex and all the shit he'd caused.


But something about hearing that last line sent Zack over the edge. His fingers fell from her clit to grip her thigh and with one last thrust, he released his seed into her pussy.


And that was all it took for Brooklyn to cum all over his dick.


Her walls contracted around him, he juices flowing down his shaft. She was out of breath, dirty and partly disgusted by what just took place - But she was better, less bitter.


Truthfully, it was awkward to watch Zack collect his clothes and toss her the towel that barely covered her body. Had they stayed together, if she never let Alex come between them, they'd be cuddled up in her bed right now, whispering things in each other's ear, clinging to the moment for dear life. Now she was just ashamed of herself.


"Tour starts in a week," Zack commented, pulling his shirt over his head with ease. "And I'm not coming back to Baltimore when it's over."


"Where are you going to go?"


"Rian and Cassadee are moving to California. I figured they could use a neighbor."


Brooklyn wasn't entirely sure why, but her heart sank lower in her chest. Perhaps it was because she thought the world of Rian and Cass and deeply missed them, or maybe it was because she knew that she'd miss Zack. There would be no chance of running into him on the street, no hope that they could ever be friends after all was said and done. Her last memory of him would be saying goodbye.


"You can forget about this if you want to," Zack motioned to the couch, depsite the fact that his cheeks were turning red, "I understand if it's not something you care to remember... But I will."


Without saying another word, Zack spun on his heel and made his way to the door. He opened it slowly and turned to her only once, to flash her a broken smile.


As the door closed, she knew the life she'd had with Zack was finally over. Closure had finally come to the both of them.


On her way to the shower, to erase the shame she felt, she couldn't help but look at her phone.. Couldn't help but wonder if, perhaps, she required some kind of closure with Alex, too.

Notes

If you're not a fan of smut, I apologize. Feel free to skip ahead to the next chapter when it's posted. If you do like smut (which I know some of you do because I took your smut requests into consideration and finally wrote this) I hope you don't mind that I let Zack steal the spotlight, mwahaha!
Anyway, everyone's team got a little bit damaged over this. Drama is starting to pick up.
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