
I'm back with a treat for you all. I come bearinng an extra long, extra juicy part for you all.


Should I be nice and give you guys a hint? Um... No! Hee! Hee! You're just gonna have to read and find out. But I will say that the man is all over this chapter. Ok that's all you get. Now go read.

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Part 11
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‘Why the hell does it take this girl so damn long to get dressed?!’
Zan sat outside the gym, waiting for Liz to finish changing. He leaned against his black Ninja 650 motorcycle, otherwise known as Betty, chillin with his ankles crossed, jacket hangin open, and his dark sunglasses down low so he could see betta. He was tryin to relax and be patient, but he’d been waiting at least twenty minutes for the girl to make an appearance. Glancing around the now empty campus, he sighed and shook off the thought to just go in there and get her.
The sound of footsteps and voices drew his attention. Zan was sorely disappointed when Pam Troy and Jessica Riley walked through the door instead of Liz. Both girls stopped in their tracks when they saw him. They turned and looked at each other with eager grins and immediately went into tramp mode.
Pam winked at Jessie, then tossed her head, causing her thick blond mane to cascade around her shoulders, and flashed Zan her most dazzling smile. Jessica licked her pouty red lips and let her striking blue eyes rake over him. He looked hot with his messy spikes and wicked shades, that barely there wife beater and black leather jacket didn't hide much of his hard body, and let's not forget that bad assed black motorcycle. She ended her perusal of him with an appreciative, “Mmm, Yummy!”
Zan rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses up to block ‘em out. He did not feel like dealin with no fake ass trick bitches. The girls sauntered over to Zan, swaying their hips and eyeing him hungrily the entire way.
“Hi, Zan,” Pam said running her fingers over Betty’s grip. “Nice bike.” She gave him a sexy smile and ran her tongue across her teeth enticingly.
“Yeah, can I have a ride,” Jessie said moving to sit on the bike behind him.
Zan’s already tried patience was growin thin. He put his hand in her face to stop her from defiling his ride. “Un uh,” was his grunted reply.
“Oh, please,” Jessie pouted prettily. She moved even closer to him and let her thigh brush against his. “Let me ride and maybe later I can return the favor,” she purred in a husky sensual voice. He looked the trick up and down as if he was assessing her goods.
“Nah,” Zan said disinterested and turned back to the door, still waiting for Liz. He wished she’d hurry her ass up.
“Come on, Zan. Don’t you wanna play,” Pam tempted, running her finger down his chest and loving the feel of his hard muscles underneath his wife beater. Zan looked down at the hand touching him.
“Don’t be touchin me.” He pushed her manicured fingers away from him, irritated.
Pam and Jessie’s pride was getting bruised by his obvious lack of interest. “What’s the matter, can’t handle both of us?” Pam challenged, giving him a haughty once over.
“Yeah Zan, are we to much for you?” Jessie piped in, copping an attitude.
Zan chuckled and finally looked at them really good for the first time. His eyes narrowed as he recognized Pam. “Wait a minute. Wadn’t you fuckin my brotha?”
Pam’s mouth fell open, she didn’t think Zan knew who she was. Max had never introduced her to Zan or any of his friends. Obviously she was wrong. Her mind raced trying to think of something to say to cover up her backstabbing behavior. “Um… well, he seems to have a taste for brunettes lately…” Regaining some of her confidence, she tried adding a little flattery. “While I was hoping to try something a little spicier,” she said lifting her eyebrow and smiling in invitation.
“What?!” Ain’t that some shit? He was sick of this bitch. “Bitch, step da fuck off!” They stood there stunned, mouths gaping like fish. Had he just said what they thought he said?
Zan was glad when he looked up and saw Liz finally walk through the door. He smiled to himself thinking the wait had definitely been worth it.
She’d let her hair down and was wearing a pair of hip hugging bell bottom jeans, that had patches of red, orange, and brown suede sewn all over them. Her long sleeved red tee had been sliced across the chest, exposing the creamy swell of her breasts. It was just short enough that her navel showed right above her low cut jeans.
Liz smiled when Zan stood and gave her an appreciative smile. She’d come out of the locker room a few minutes before and heard those sluts trying to seduce Zan into taking off with them. She’d stood behind the door and listened as the tramps threw themselves at him. At first she was worried he might take them up on their offer, but he’d blown them off with out hesitation. She was glad she’d waited instead of jumping to conclusions.
Pam and Jessie were pissed that Zan had dissed them so badly. They couldn’t believe that he’d turned down a chance to screw them both, but before they had a chance to respond to his outburst, he was up and walking away, totally dismissing them both.
Zan walked up to Liz and couldn’t help but glance down at her slightly exposed chest before looking back up into her eyes with a completely immodest leer, his mouth turning up in his trade mark half smile. “I like.”
His deep husky voice sent shivers running though her. Liz blushed from his obvious scrutiny and bit the side of her lip, looking up at him through her dark lashes. He loved that. “So, you ready ta go?”
“Yeah,” Liz nodded and took Zan’s outstretched hand as he walked her back over to his bike. Liz could feel the heated stares from Jessie and Pam boring into her as she settled in behind Zan. She decided to really give them something to stare at. “Zan?”
“’Sup?” He turned to look at her over his shoulder and she leaned in and planted a kiss next to his lips.
“Thanks,” she whispered. At his curious expression she gave a discreet nod toward the two sluttish Bimbettes glaring evilly in their direction.
Understanding filled his eyes, and he glared at her playfully before a conspiratorial half grin appeared. “Any time, Toots, but for takin so long, you owe me,” he notified her before putting the key in the ignition.
“Oh, Really,” she said as he started Betty up and revved the engine. “And just what is it that you want in payment for waiting so patiently,” she asked wrapping her arms around his waist. Zan didn’t answer, he just smiled and headed them out toward the parking lot.
As they pulled off, Liz glanced at Pam and Jessica. Hatred emanated from every inch of their bleached blond heads to their pink painted toenails. Satisfied, a triumphant smile lit her face.
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West Roswell High Parking Lot
“Man, I can’t believe your still standing after that hit you took, Max,” Alex said amazed. He, Max, Michael, and Kyle stood by the Mustang waiting for Zan and Liz to show up. All of them were slightly in awe that Max wasn’t walking on crutches right now instead of standing here jaw jackin like usual.
“Yeah, Maxwell. I felt that hit up in the stands. There’s no way you’re not still feeling that,” Michael agreed.
It had been the last few seconds of the game and Max was running for the endzone. He was completely open. When Kyle saw Max was just yards from a touchdown, he threw a perfect bullet right to him, but just as Max caught it, two players from East absolutely demolished him. One hit him high and the other clipped his knees. When it happened the whole crowd went silent. The impact could be heard all over the stadium. To everyone’s amazement, not only did Max get up from that excruciatingly hard hit, he had landed inside the endzone still holding the ball, making the final score Comets 20 Novas 14.
"Guys, look who you’re talking about. You all know Max is some kind of alien with super power. He’s got like a force field or something. How else do you explain how he never gets hurt? He’s the man." Kyle laughed, punching Max in the arm. He was always messin with Max about how he never got injured and always came up with these impossible plays. There was no way he was that perfect naturally. He had to be from outer space or something.
“Hey, don’t let Zan hear you say that,” Max chuckled, laughing at his brother’s self-proclaimed title. He glanced around wondering how long they had been waiting for Zan and Liz to show up. “Kyle, what time is it, man?”
Kyle looked down at his watch. “Almost ten,” he answered with a helpless shrug. Max looked toward the side of the school he knew they’d be coming from, frowning. What could they be doing that was taking so long? He tried not to let his imagination get the better of him.
“Hey Maria,” he yelled out to the girls sitting in his jeep. “What was Liz doing when you left?”
Maria turned from the conversation she and Lonnie were having with an exasperated sigh. “She was drying her hair,” she answered giving him a pointed look, before turning back to Lonnie with a roll of her eyes. “God, can’t guys understand that it takes forever for someone with long hair to get ready. Geez, they just expect a girl to throw on any ‘ol thing and walk out the door. And do they appreciate the effort we put in trying to look good? No! They just compl-”
Lonnie saw this triad wasn’t likely to end any time soon, so she interrupted Maria’s rant before it went any further. “Maria! Finish tellin me what happened.”
“Oh, yeah… so we were standing there watching Max acting all bashful with Lizzie… Lonnie you should have seen them, they were so cute,” she gushed for a moment getting side tracked again. “Anyway, so they were like drifting closer and closer together the whole time, I just knew they were gonna kiss.” She stopped to think for a moment and frowned. “For some reason I don’t remember much of what they did after that… at least not until Liz came and rescued me from another public humiliation.” Maria actually blushed when she said this last bit, but still had a naughty grin.
Lonnie didn’t need details to know what she meant. Maria and Mikey’s exploits were well known to her, unfortunately. She rolled her eyes and tried to put everything Maria had told her into more understandable terms. “So what you’re sayin is, Liz’s got a secret that had her all happy and singin, and then a little later you saw her and Max about to kiss?” she asked trying to figure out if this new situation would make her covert matchmaking operation a little more difficult.
Maria watched Lonnie thinking about it all, and since Michael was still resistant to her sticking her nose in, she decided to ask Lonnie to help her get Max and Liz together. “So, are we going to get those two love birds together or what? I know all Liz needs is a little coaxing and she’ll see that she’s as crazy about Max as he obviously is about her.”
“What? No, Maria! She’s gonna hook up wit Zan.” Lonnie refused indignantly. Maria was shocked to hear this.
“Lonnie, come on.” She had to be playing with her. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No.” At Maria’s incredulous look Lonnie started to get slightly defensive. “Why would I kid about that?”
“Well, no offense or anything, but Zan and Liz just don’t look like they’d make a good couple. I mean, he’s so rough around the edges and Liz is so… not.” Her hands swirled around in front of her as she tried to find the words to say what she meant. “They’re good as friends and everything, but Max and Liz, they just fit. The way Max gets all sweet around Liz is really cute. He’s usually all jock like, but when Liz is around he’s like Mr. Softy. I just think they would be perfect together.” Maria finally just shrugged hoping that she didn’t hurt Lonnie’s feelings.
Lonnie figured Maria’s objection to Zan gettin with Liz had more to do with him bein a Punk than anything else. “Maria, Zan and Liz are almost as good friends with each other as she is with us. And her hangin out wit him… is good for him.” When Maria frowned in confusion Lonnie elaborated. “Haven’t you ever noticed how stand offish Zan is sometimes. He messes around wit us and all, but he don’t really like it here. He says the people are too intolerant. He misses New York. When he’s with Liz though, he don’t act like that. He acts normal, like he used too. I can see it in his face when he looks at her, he really likes her. They need to hook up.”
The sound of a motorcycle engine came roaring through the parking lot as Zan finally drove up with Liz. Everyone turned from their conversations and watched as the black motorcycle with its two passengers pulled to a stop between the two vehicles.
“We goin or what?” Zan shouted to no one in particular as if he’d been the one waiting for them the whole time.
“No, we’ve just been sitting here waiting all this time for the hell of it,” Kyle snapped sarcastically.
Max’s jaw tightened when he saw how close Liz sat to Zan, and as hot as she looked, there was way to much contact for his comfort. Her hair cascaded freely down her back and her shirt left her waist bare, exposing her curves. The jeans she wore hugged her hips, and where they had ridden down, he could see the edge of black lacey panties peeking out. She looked sexy as hell sitting there, but it looked like she was wrapped around Zan. His hips sat between her thighs and her chest pressed into his back as she wrapped her arms around his waist to hold on. Definitely too much contact.
Liz watched anxiously as Max just stared at them. What was he thinking? Would he be mad at her for still riding with Zan after their kiss? How was she going to tell him this was actually a date with Zan? G*d, how did she get into this mess? It was driving her crazy just sitting there thinking about it, she needed help. She tapped Zan on the shoulder.
“Hey, I’m going to go talk to Maria and Lonnie for a sec. I’ll be right back.” She hopped off the bike and jogged over to the Jeep.
“Lizzie, I told you those jeans would rock. Girl you look so hot,” Maria raved.
“Yeah and that top is definitely working for ya,” Lonnie smirked.
“Thanks.” Liz smiled enjoying the complements. “Hey guys, remember the situation with Max and Zan?” At the girls’ nods, she let out a big sigh. “Well it’s gotten a lot more complicated.”
“Uh oh, what happened now?” Maria knew Liz had been holding out on her, but what could have happened that was so bad?
“Don’t tell me,” Lonnie said figuring out what happened from what Maria told her. “You kissed Max right?”
Liz stared at her amazed. “Yeah, we kissed during Biology. How did you know?”
“During Biology?” Lonnie frowned. She turned questioning eyes on Maria. “I thought you said they was gettin ready ta kiss just before the game?”
“Oh, so that’s the big secret,” Maria breathed. A big knowing grin appearing on her face. “You go girl,” she said slapping Liz’s arm.
Liz rolled her eyes at her two nosey friends, who knew just enough about what was going on to be irritating. “Look guys, I need your help and I don’t have a lot of time.” She glanced over her shoulder and saw Max and Michael walking over to the Jeep and Zan sitting there waiting so they could go. “Oh, never mind, it’s too late now. Here they come,” she sighed.
Maria tried to soothe her friend’s worried expression. “Babe, we’ll talk about it when we get there, k.”
“Yeah, but now is when I need to talk to Max,” Liz said through gritted teeth and slightly nodding towards him as he walked up. Both girls’ eyebrows shot up surprised, they got the hint. Maria hit Lonnie on the arm. When she got the other girl’s attention, she pointed up at the nonexistent roof of the Jeep and raised her eyebrow in question. Lonnie nodded in agreement just before Michael hopped in the back seat with Maria. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a quick kiss. “Hey, babe.”
Max walked up to Liz and smiled. “Hey, you look really nice.” He tried not to let his eyes stray to the slit in her shirt, but it was hard not to.
Liz blushed when his eyes drifted away from hers. She smirked thinking, ‘Geez, not Max too.’ “Thanks,” she answered, resisting the urge to cover her chest. “So, how are you feeling after that hit. It looked really painful.”
Max shook his head dismissing her worries. “I’m fine. It wasn’t that bad. Besides I couldn’t let a little hit like that keep me from dancing with you all night, could I?”
Liz smiled at his flirting, then glanced over at Zan. “Max, um… I need-”
“Hey Maxie, would you put the top up before we go. I don’t want my doo gettin messed up,” Lonnie interrupted, right on time.
“Yeah Max, please. After all the work that went into getting me looking this good, I don’t want it getting blown away before anybody sees it,” Maria chimed in.
Max turned to Maria and his sister, and rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He nodded to Michael, “Hey, help me get the roof out?” Michael grudgingly agreed and started pulling the leather roof out of the back, the whole time grumbling about high maintenance women. Max turned back to Liz, “What were you saying?”
“Um-” Liz started to speak, but was again interrupted.
“Hey, Liz!” Zan’s voice yelled out, getting her attention. She turned to see him waiting impatiently. “Let’s go already.”
She looked back at Max who was looking down at her with a resigned smile. He shrugged, “I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
“Yeah.” She smiled back at him with a sigh, and lingered a moment longer before walking back over to the bike.
Max watched as she walked away, finally letting his eyes wander as he watched the sway of her hips and admired the fit of her jeans. ‘Damn!’ He turned back to the Jeep and found Maria and Lonnie both giving him knowing smirks. “What?” Max shrugged innocently.
“See what I mean, Lonnie,” Maria said, settling back in her seat satisfied.
“Hmpf,” was Lonnie’s only reply.
Zan had seen Liz talking to Max, and could feel the sparks between them all the way over here. Obviously Max was handlin his end of things better than Zan had expected. If he wasn’t careful he could see himself losin Liz all together. ‘Betta start handlin ya shit, boy.’
“Woman, you gon talk all night or are we goin to a party?” he asked when Liz made it back to the bike.
“What happened to Mr. Patient Zan,” she teased as she settled in behind him again.
“I killed him,” he grumbled and pulled out behind the Jeep and the Mustang as they headed out of the parking lot.
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