Zack is worried about himself

As he drove the remaining way back, Zack thought about what had transpired between him and Heather at the movie theater and later at the lookout point, an uneasy feeling slowly taking over his mind.

Last night, Kendra caught him by surprise with that forceful kiss, but on the other hand, he had already done more than enough with Heather this morning to earn Victoria’s distrust.

”What can I do?” He asked himself, frowning. ”That way I’m gonna lose her forever.”

Sure, Heather was a walking temptation, but Zack figured he was to blame as well for not resisting the need to touch her back at the theater. ”Damn, am I turning into old Kurt or something?”

Of one thing he was certain, something had changed after his make-out session with Victoria at the cabin’s kitchen before they went to the other cabin the previous night. While the young blonde was quite content in fighting for him with Heather, after their kisses it was like she didn’t admit competition anymore. Zack couldn’t blame her, in his mind and heart he had chosen her the night before and he sure as hell wouldn’t like to see her with another guy either.

His mind then took him back to that magical night at the cave in Vicky’s company, and how the similar moment he shared with Heather at the lookout point couldn’t compare. While it was one hell of a good time, it had been all about lust with the brunette, and now that they had done everything short of actually fucking, it was like she was out of his system, so to speak.

That was what worried Zachary the most. ”What if this happens with Vicky too?”

Focused on the road ahead of them and with his mind fully occupied by those unsettling thoughts, Zack didn’t notice that Heather was wearing an expression of deep thought over her features as well. None of them had said a word ever since coming back from the lookout point.

At that moment, the exit which led to the driveway for Ravers’ Cabin became visible and Zack steered the car to it. When they entered the parking spot, Zack raised an eyebrow at seeing the large motorhome that wasn’t there when they left. “Looks like we’ve got some company.” He commented, breaking the silence.

“It’s my dad’s,” Heather explained, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What is he doing here, though?”

While Zack steered his car to where it was parked before, Robert got out of the motorhome, a large smile breaking out on his face at seeing his little girl back. They exited the car and Heather ran to her father’s outstretched arms as Zack walked over to them.

“Dad!” She squealed, happy to see him at such a troubling moment for her.

Robert laughed. “Easy there,” He said as his daughter held him tightly. “That way it’ll seem as if you don’t see me for ages.”

“Six days is a long time to me.” The blue-eyed brunette’s muffled voice replied.

Robert frowned, Heather wasn’t this clingy unless something was deeply bothering her. He vowed to try and help her as he released her from the hug and smiled reassuringly. At their right, a young man slowly approached them.

Heather noticed Zack as well. “Dad, this is my friend, Zachary Bishop,” She said. “Zack, this is my father, Robert Ravers.”

Robert and Zack shook hands. “Pleased to meet you, sir,” Zack said with a smile. “It’s a lovely cabin you have here.”

“Likewise, young man,” Robert grinned. “As for the cabin, I’m just glad Heather can enjoy it with her friends, seeing as I never have the time to do it myself.”

“Well, you’re here, I’m sure Heather is very happy to see you,” Zack said, turning to the aforementioned young woman. “Listen, Heather, I’m gonna take everything inside so you can talk to your dad in peace, ok?”

“Alright, Zack,” Heather said, with more than a small dose of awkwardness between them. “Thanks.”

As Zachary opened his car’s trunk and started unloading the stuff they brought from town, Robert noticed Heather’s earlier look of happiness at seeing him had been replaced by a serious, unreadable expression.

“C’mon, kid,” He motioned to the motorhome. “Let’s go inside.”