TOO MUCH FOR YOU. ENOUGH FOR HIM

Zendaya's POV My phone buzzed again. "Oh God, can't I have my peace!!!" I screamed out tiredly. I didn’t need to look to know who it was because I already knew. My heart betrayed me anyway, it was racing, pounding, reacting like it always did whenever his name appeared. " Why does my heart have to race anytime his name appears on my screen" Ransford Adams. Just his name was enough to ruin her peace and make me wet. "f**k," I said as I began to think of him. My phone lay on the table in front of me. Silence was now awaiting. My fingers hovered above it trembling slightly. I should ignore it. I knew she should. But I couldn't, Ransford had a way of pulling me in even when I tried to resist. "Oh f**k it let me just reply to him" Slowly, like I was walking into a trap I already understood, I picked it up. A message. ' Hey. Where are you? ' Just four words. And yet they held so much power over me. "I'm in the library," I replied I swallowed hard. My chest tightened. How did he do that? How did he make something so simple feel like everything? Because it was him. Ransford Adams, he was my senior. I met him when I came to my first year, he was in his second by then. The golden boy of the university. Tall and effortlessly charming. The kind of man who didn’t try to do anything. Because the world is already bent for him. I had fallen for him a long time ago. And that was my biggest mistake. Because Ransford didn’t belong to me. He never did. My eyes lifted from my phone and it landed right where they shouldn’t. The library was quiet and still. But not quiet enough to silence his laughter. He was there. Leaning casually against the table like he owned the space. Like he owned every room he walked into. And beside him Beatrice, my best friend. My chest tightened instantly. Beatrice was laughing. Her head tilted slightly. Her smile was so bright and effortless. And Ransford was looking at her so warmly, like she was a treasure. Really looking at her. Not the way he looked at others. Not the way he looked at me. There was something different in his eyes when it came to Beatrice. Something softer and warmer. It was real. I looked away quickly. My fingers tightened around my pen. I shouldn’t be watching them. I shouldn’t care this much but I did. I wanted him to look at me that way, every glance, every laugh, every casual touch between them. It cut deeper than I wanted to admit. “Zendaya?” Beatrice’s voice snapped me out of it. I looked up quickly from my book, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Yeah?” “Are you coming to the cafeteria later?” Beatrice looked completely unaware. Completely innocent. I nodded lightly. “Maybe, I need to go to the washroom first.” Maybe, that was my answer these days. Not yes, not no. Just a maybe, but I'll go anyway. Ransford’s gaze flickered toward me. And just like that my heart skipped a beat. He studied me, head tilted slightly. Like he was trying to figure me out. But there was no urgency there. No real concern. Just curiosity. Because to him I wasn’t important enough to matter. I dropped my gaze again. Pretending to focus on my books. The words blurred and were meaningless. Why was I like this? Why did I feel so much for someone who barely saw me? I had always known from the very beginning that Ransford’s attention was never mine. It always circled back to Beatrice. It always had and yet I stayed. Because loving him felt like breathing. Even when it was slowly suffocating me. "Don't take long in the washroom and join us soon at the cafeteria" he finally said after a long time. I simply nodded. I could feel his eyes still burning on me. 'Was he checking me out?' "Alright bestie, don't take long" Beatrice said cheerfully and gave me a peck. "I won't " and they finally left the library. Now I could breathe. I packed my things from the table and also left the library soon after. I went to the washroom and I saw two of my mates there and gave them a warm smile. They received the greetings and left the washroom. I was wearing a tight, short jumpsuit that didn't reach my knees. If I wanted to urinate i would have to unzip the dress for easy access which I did. I was done and was struggling to close the zip now. " Oh sh*t" I went to where the washroom was so I could see my back and zip the dress. I was running late, so I had to hurry up and get something to eat and go to my next class. It still wasn't working. I took my phone to call Beatrice for help when I heard the door lock. I quickly turned my back to see it was Ransford. I gasped. " This is not the boys' washroom" I said quickly. " I know I'm in the girls' washroom" " So what are you doing here," I lashed out at him. He didn't say anything and moved towards me till i couldn't escape anymore. He moved closer to my ears while grabbing my waist. "You have a way to seduce me, Zendaya " His voice was low. "I....I don't know what you're talking about" "See what you're wearing Zendaya" he said and quickly turned my back. He has his fingers on my back. "We...we shouldn't be doing this" I said why stuttering. " Someone might walk in" " I locked the door, don't worry. No one will enter" he casually said. "In as much as I like you in this dress, but I would have preferred you wear a mini skirt rather, for easy access since we're in school " he said while stripping me out of my jumpsuit. Leaving me bare with only my bra and panties on. I wanted to stop him so badly, but my body won't permit me. I wanted this. I wanted him. He turned me back to face me and carried me to sit on the sink counter. He immediately unbuckled my bra. "F*ck, you're so s*xy" he brought his lips to mine and kissed me like never before. Like he was pouring all his heart's desires into me. I immediately kissed him back, his lips tasted so good. The kiss soon became rough, with our tongues moving in sync. Our saliva mixes. He soon moved his lips to my neck and I arched my back, giving him more access. I loved how my skin felt beneath him. His mouth moved to my boobs. Sucking them like his life depended on it. "Aaaa..." I moaned quietly, holding myself together so people could not hear me. But I couldn't, the pleasure was unbearable for me. He continued sucking my boobs, moving his tongue circularly on my boobs, biting them with his teeth, while his other hand was pulling my other breast n****e. I couldn't control my moans again and I could see him smirk as we made eye contact. I held his hair and pulled him away from boobs crashing my lips on his. "Mmmmm," he groaned in between kisses. I started grinding my hips around his torso. I wanted him so bad and I wanted him now and over here. "His hands moved to panty and shifted them aside, rubbing my p*ssy slowly while kissing me. "Mmmm..aa" I moaned in his mouth "You're wet for me already," he growled. He continued rubbing my p*ssy and dipped two fingers inside my p*ssy, finger f*ck*ng me. He knew how to get me, and he knew the right spot to hit. " Aaa.....fuck, yes yes right there" I moaned lowly while biting my lips. He was hitting the right spot and it was so good. "I....I'm go...gonna c*m" the words couldn't c*m out from ny out. " Do it baby" and that was it. I came while moaning loudly and he slipped his fingers out of my p*ssy and inserted them into his mouth while watching me. Tasting me. And he gave me one last slow kiss. "Dress up. You don't want to be late for class" he said and gave me one last look before leaving. "Oh f**k" I said and immediately cleaned myself and everywhere up and left for class pretending as if nothing happened. By the time classes ended, I felt drained. Not from lectures. Not from assignments. But from the weight in my chest, from everything. I walked home alone, I didn't bring my car today and Beatrice had left earlier she had an emergency. I took slow steps. My mind filled with heavy thoughts. Everything is replaying in my mind. Everything I wished I could forget. My phone buzzed again. "I can’t get my mind off today, Zendaya" it was from Ransford. I let out a shaky breath. “I’m such an i***t,” I whispered. Shaking my head. With a deep breath, I turned off my phone and shoved it into my bag. I needed to clear my mind.