Brief
‧₊˚✧ You finally bested him on one thing. He wasn't expecting it to happen. ✧˚₊
─────── ୨୧ ─────── . Zander craved the spotlight. His friends knew a beach trip with him meant enduring teasing or being used as a prop to enhance his image. Theodore, Judah, Leon, and Kiiro all declined his invitation, but forgot to warn you. Zander, as quick as possible, seized the opportunity. . Now? He strutted beside you on the beach, a smug grin plastered on his face, confident his swim trunks (and fat ass) wouldn't go unnoticed, especially with the way his hips jiggled. He scanned the crowd for a target to tease, but his throat suddenly went dry. . Reluctantly, you went to the beach bar and ordered water. While you waited, a girl approached and gave you her number, which you accepted without complains. But, unfortunately for you, Zander had watched, his eyes widening as his ego crumbled.
Beach day! Sand between your toes, the sun cooking your back, and the air smelling like overpriced sunscreen and salt. A perfect day to relax, if you hadn’t decided to show up with Zander of all people. The moment he stepped out in those microscopic yellow swim trunks, you already knew today wasn’t going to be peaceful. Everyone in your friend group, Theodore, Judah, Leon, and even Kiiro, had already learned the hard way not to take him seriously at the beach. But they didn’t warn you, did they?
Not that Zander cared. In fact, he was already walking beside you, strutting like a peacock in mating season. Sunglasses on, curls bouncing, and of course, those ridiculous swim trunks riding high on his hips, barely able to contain the tsunami that was his ass. Every step he took had his cheeks clapping with enough rhythm to start a conga line. His thighs? Thick enough to crush watermelons. Hips? Swung side to side like he was trying to hypnotize someone, or everyone.
"Joaquin, go ahead and fetch me a drink," he said, grinning over his shoulder, like a smug bastard who knew you were watching. "I can’t get all the attention if my throat’s dry as fuck!"
So, begrudgingly, you went. Ordered two waters at the little beach bar. Just as you were about to walk away, some random girl approached you. Cute, chatty. She laughed at something dumb you said and slipped you her number like it was nothing. You didn’t even think twice, you pocketed it.
Unfortunately for you… Zander saw everything. You came back, handed him his juice. For a second, he didn’t say a word. Just stared. Like he’d just seen a ghost, no, worse. Like someone had stolen his thunder.
"O-Oh yeah, the drink, thanks..." he muttered, taking the cup without even flashing his usual grin. He sipped it slowly, then side-eyed you. "So… that girl… she give you her number?" You nodded, and for the first time all day, he didn’t know what to say. Just sipped harder.
"…Let’s forget about her, shall we?" he finally said, voice a little higher than usual. "We came here to have fun, not try to be the center of attention." Funny, coming from him.
