The Night Goes On

Zack and Hannah exchanged some small talk about their respective school and college careers, with the older girl offering her own fun-filled view of Green Hills College that Taylor had tried to downplay whenever she and her brother talked about it. Zack expected things to be fun the next year, seeing as this year seemed a bit stale to him until now; after deciding to get over his crush on Victoria Walker during the summer, he felt like his only goal was to keep his good grades and finish school on a high note.

"Whoa, this looks like a castle!" Hannah said in awe as Zack drove his car through the majestic entrance gates of Wynwick Lodge.

"It's supposed to be really old, records say it was built in the 1890s," Zack commented.

Hannah chuckled. "Random facts? You really are your sister's brother."

Zack smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Hannah nodded. "You should, Tay's awesome."

"That she is," he agreed.

It was really cool to be able to talk to Hannah without stuttering after the initial awe about her looks passed. Zachary supposed he had grown a bit the moment he decided to get over Victoria, and Hannah also noticed his change in attitude, something that made the voluptuous blonde pleased and happy for her best friend's little brother.

"So, should we go look for Tay and Peter?" Zack asked once they arrived at the ballroom.

"Be the third-wheel?" Hannah laughed. "Don't think so, Zacky. Let's find a table for us."

Zack shrugged. "We've got other friends here tonight."

Hannah smiled. "Whatever we find first, then."

Eventually, they found an empty table first and sat down by it. Zack stared at his first crush as she looked around. God, she's as gorgeous as ever.

Hannah turned to him and caught his look, causing a small grin to appear on her face. "What?"

He chuckled and averted his gaze. "Nothing."

To his surprise, Hannah reached over and placed a hand over his. "Zack, you can be honest with me, I didn't agree to be your date because there'd be no one for us to hang out with or anything like that. I've come with you because I really thought I'd have fun with you."

He grinned at her. "Thanks, Hannah, I think I've needed that," he said. "Well, if I have to be honest, I was just looking at you and thinking again how gorgeous you are and how lucky I am to have you with me tonight. I'm sure you get that all the time at Green Hills, though."

Hannah didn't know why but she actually blushed, but not so much that Zack would notice. "Thank you, Zack. You're right that I hear this often, but do you know why it means more when it comes from someone like you?" she asked. "Because I know you really mean it, and you're not saying it just to get in my panties."

Zack smiled. "Of course I mean it, you and Taylor, even Peter, were the persons I looked up to the most when I was just a kid."

Hannah smiled widely. "God, you're so fucking sweet, you know that?" she told him. I just hope it doesn't get you in trouble one day.

"Thanks," Zack said, this time he was the one blushing a little bit. He then stood up. "I'm gonna get us a drink, what do you want?"

"Whatever you're having is fine," the buxom blonde replied. She remembered that Taylor recommended her to not have anything alcoholic that night, because Zack wouldn't drink as always and their date would be a disaster if he was sober and she started getting drunk. She chuckled. The things I do for these Bishops.

Shortly after that, Zack got to the open bar and asked the bartender for their drinks, he felt a little weird ordering Coke for Hannah as well, but since she asked, he wouldn’t object. The man was serving a lot of people, so Zack figured it would take a while for the drinks to reach him.

“Zachary Bishop!” he heard a male voice speaking from behind him.

He turned around and grinned upon seeing his friend Fletcher Wynwick. “Fletcher, I was gonna look for you later,” the two of them exchanged a handshake. “Man, this place is huge. Awesome, but huge.”

“Yeah, I gotta get used to it,” the gray-eyed boy told his friend as he leaned over the counter.

“You’re going ahead with the plan, then? Moving here?” Zack inquired.

Fletcher nodded. “It’s the right thing to do, this has always been the original seat of the Wynwick family. The Manor in town and the substitute cabin across the lake, they were just temporary.”

“Yeah, you should do what makes you happy, man,” Zack agreed. “Family is everything, if you think this will honor yours, then by all means.”

Fletcher grinned. “Yeah, it will,” he then turned to his friend. “So, you came with your family or did you bring a date?”

Zack smiled widely. “Hannah Woodsen.”

The other boy frowned. “Woodsen? Wait, Ashley’s older sister who graduated the year we entered high school?”

Zachary nodded, feeling a bit proud of himself. “The very same.”

“Dude, respect,” Fletcher said, extending his hand. “Let me even shake your hand again, that girl is beautiful and...well, you know.”

Zack laughed, shaking his friend’s hand. “Yeah, I sure do. Our families are really close, so we’re always in contact. Our parents have been friends for a long time and she and my sister are best friends.”

Fletcher nodded. “Well, with a story like that, it’s a wonder why you never dated Ashley.”

“Believe me, it wasn’t for a lack of Taylor and Hannah trying,” Zack chuckled. “I guess things just happened the way they did, maybe in an alternate timeline we did date.”

“There you are, Fletcher!” a bossy female voice called out to him and Fletcher cringed, she sounded mad.

Zack took the two Coke bottles the bartender handed him and clasped his friend on the shoulder. “This is all you, I should get back to my date. See you later, Fletch.”

“See you,” Fletcher watched as Zack walked away and his cousin, Sienna Thirlby, made her way to him.

Her long, wavy blonde hair framed her gorgeous face as her tall, slender body moved with purpose, her gray eyes trained on him. She obviously looked like a fashion model, being one of the most beautiful girls of Azure Rocks High. A quick glance at the large swell on her chest underneath the dark red dress made him briefly wonder why he had never made a move on his cousin. Yeah, and get my head bitten off? he reminded himself.

“Fuck, Fletch!” Sienna complained. “Why do I have to search this whole place to find you?”

“Geez, Sienna, I’m the host,” he retorted. “I have to make the rounds, shake everyone’s hand and all.”

“Ugh, I had to look all over to find you or my mother, only for her to say you had come inside,” the blonde girl told him.

“Have you talked to your dad?” Fletcher inquired. “He was looking for you.”

“No, Mom said he and uncle Ian are walking around,” Sienna said before rolling her eyes a moment later. “Great, all these disgusting older men can’t stop staring at me.”

Fletcher chuckled. “Well, you can’t complain you’re getting attention when you look the way you do.”

She gave him a small smile and then shrugged. “I suppose.”

Sienna was always complaining about immature boys and horny old men leering at her, she often thought she was too good for all of them, and that arrogance had earned her the moniker of Ice Queen at school. Fletcher just wished she could open herself more and show people her other side, the one that she showed while hanging out with him, Rylee, and Grace.

"Hey, I've seen Raverses around," the slender blonde said. "Don't tell me you invited them."

Fletcher nodded. "We had to invite the Raverses, that was a given, you know that," he replied. "I just thought it could also be a chance to end that petty fight."

Sienna sighed. "It's your choice who you become friends with," she said before turning around and looking at him over her shoulder. "Just don't ask me to be nice to them as well."

Fletcher rolled his eyes and watched his cousin's pert, toned ass as she walked away to go out to the balcony.

Robert was impressed by Chastity's dancing skills as he held her waist and they swayed to the slow song, one of her hands on his shoulder and the other one on his arm.

"I feel so weird dancing with you like this, Robert," the lively blonde giggled before she frowned. "Thinking about it, I feel weird calling you Robert too."

He snorted. "Well, you shouldn't be," he told her with a smirk. "You were lying to me before, Chastity, you dance really well."

"I'm not a liar!" She retorted, scandalized by the fact that her boss thought that of her. "I mean...sorry, I just didn't think they would be playing this type of music. My Dad taught me how to dance when I was ten."

Robert smiled at the piece of knowledge about her. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her honey-colored curls tumbling down her face and shoulders and her chocolate-brown eyes darting around as they danced. It was too much sweetness for one person, and that wasn't mentioning her large tits slightly pressed against his chest, so it was becoming increasingly difficult for Robert to not make a move on his receptionist. The fact that she has been at Ravers Enterprises her whole life was making him more aroused by the second.

Would she even get it if I made a move, though? He wondered. Chastity seemed too innocent and naive to understand even sexual innuendo.

He took the risk, though, and snaked his right hand to the small of her back, just above her ass, while smirking at her. “If you’re such a great dancer...,” he trailed,voice dropping a few volumes as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I wonder what other marvelous things you could do with that amazing body of yours.”

“Oh, thank you for noticing, Mr. Ra...Robert!” Chastity gushed, making him pull away from the side of her face. “I do work out a lot and I really love yoga.”

Robert groaned, his dick throbbing at the mental image of her shapely body in tight, workout gear. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to take a step back and think. “Uhn.., I need to go to the bathroom,” he told her with a **** smile. “Why don’t you wait at our table?”

“Okay, Robert!” the bubbly blonde replied and gave him a smile in return before he turned around and walked away in search of the nearest bathroom.

“Those two!” Hannah pointed out at a man and a woman who were sitting on a nearby table. “They’re definitely fucking.”

Zack almost threw up his drink in shock. “Hannah! How the hell could you know that?”

“Look at their body language,” the older blonde whispered. “She can’t stop pushing her hair behind her ear and he hasn’t let go of her hand for a single second ever since they sat down. Plus, the way her legs are moving and he’s trying to put on a serious face, my bet is that she’s giving him one hell of a footjob.”

Zack’s mouth parted in surprise as his eyes widened.

“What?” Hannah laughed.

“Maybe you were wrong about studying business,” he replied. “You should’ve gone for a law career, or maybe a police detective.”

Hannah smiled. “Well, don’t let my Dad hear that.”

Zack nodded and then his gaze froze at the person who was approaching their table with a wide smile.