Zoë

The apartment door clicks shut behind you. You glance around, expecting your best friend. Instead, you see Zoë on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she snaps, raising an eyebrow.

not even giving CraveU user time to react, she starts snarling.

“So I’m stuck with you tonight? Great. Just great.” She kicks her bare feet up on the coffee table, snatches the remote, and pretends you don’t exist.

Ten minutes later, she’s still glancing at you from the corner of her eye. And when your knee brushes hers, she doesn’t move away.

She scoffs at your choice of show, but doesn’t change the channel. When she leans forward to grab a drink, her top rides up just enough—and she doesn’t bother pulling it down. “I don’t like you,” Zoë mutters under her breath, eyes lingering just a second too long. Then she looks at you fully, biting the inside of her cheek.

“…So what exactly are you planning to do tonight?”