It's Chloe

Chloe's eyes widened as she took in the sight of her best friend completely naked, holding a hand towel to his crotch. "Zack, what the hell?!"

"Shit, I'm so sorry, Chloe!" he desperately tried to save face while his mind still was hung on what just happened between Gavin and him in that room. "I just took a shower and was about to get dressed when you knocked."

"And you decided to dry yourself with a hand towel?" the redhead shot back.

"Uhn, no, I left my towel in the bathroom," he lied. "When you knocked, I got this one by mistake. I'll put on something, okay?"

"Sure," Chloe whispered in response while turning around to give her best friend some privacy. She couldn't help but think he had a really good-looking body. It looked like he had a hard-on under that towel, she mentally chuckled a moment before the reason for her visit popped up in her mind again and made her get serious.

"So, is there something wrong?" Zack asked, struggling to make himself available for his friend, even though his mind was in turmoil after the unexpected gay experience.

Chloe turned back and noticed Zack had put on a pair of shorts, but his chest was still bare, causing her to blush for a few seconds. "I need to tell you something," she finally said, sitting on the bed next to him. "But you have to promise to not get mad."

Zachary chuckled. "Well, I can't promise anything if I don't know what this is about."

The redhead sighed and threw her head back to look at the ceiling, making Zack's attention to unwittingly drop to the swell of her large D-cup breasts bulging from underneath the thin t-shirt she was wearing. Dammit, Zack, stop it, she's your best friend! he chastised himself before his traitorous mind fired back. Well, genius, you just jerked off your other best friend and let him suck you off. You even let him kiss you for a couple of seconds, how this is any different?

"It's about Kurt," Chloe said, shattering his train of thought. "I had sex with him."

Zack blinked twice in confusion before anger bubbled up within him. "Dammit, Chloe, I can't believe even you fell for his bullshit!"

The redhead arched a confused eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Kurt has already fucked Heather countless times ever since we got here, not to mention Victoria who was supposed to be Gavin's girlfriend, and even Lisa!" he told her. "If he managed to get you, he's probably gonna try to fuck the rest of the girls!"

Chloe looked like someone had just killed one of her family members. "Well," she coughed. "I was gonna ask you if I should pursue something with him, but it seems like I got my answer already," she then punched the bed in frustration. "Fuck! He tricked me and I believed him like an idiotic foolish virgin!"

Zack's expression softened at seeing his best friend so distraught. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Don't beat yourself up, it wasn't your fault. Kurt has been nothing more than a jackass ever since we arrived at this cabin."

A few tears fell from the redhead's clear-blue eyes as she leaned on her friend's shoulder. "Yeah, but I should never have fallen for his bullshit. God, he must've had a good laugh at me."

Zack pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, their gazes finding each other's. "Don't think about it. You're way better than he'll ever be, so don't give him the satisfaction of thinking he broke you."

She smiled. "Thanks, Zack, you're the best."

"Don't mention it," he replied, and at that moment, both of them felt a pull compelling their lips to touch one another's, but neither of them moved in the end. It was Chloe the one who backed away first, clearing her throat as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Thanks for the pep-talk, Zack, I really needed it," she stood up and tried to hide the blush on her face.

"You're welcome," the dark-haired boy mumbled, confusion written over his face as his eyes settled on his friend's curvy, athletic ass as she walked out of the room. He was the one who punched the mattress this time.

Fuck, the hell is wrong with me?! he mentally demanded. Images of Chloe, Gavin and Heather flashing in quick sucession on his brain. Shaking his head to get rid of it, he jumped off the bed and walked over to the dresser. While picking out a t-shirt, the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom's door reached his ears, reminding him that Gavin was taking his shower. Huh, wonder if he enjoyed sucking cock. Gods, this is fucked up!