The Last Thing

The last thing Lisa wants right now is Zack throwing pebbles at her window and calling for her with a drunken slur in his voice. Lisa isn't sure what the first thing is, but this definitely is the last. She throws a kimono over her silk slip and runs down the stairs to meet him.

"What the hell are you doing?" she scolds.

"Oh, Lisa, thank goodness. I was worried I had the wrong window!"

"Ugh. You reek. Get in here, and be quiet."

Back in Lisa's room, Zack collapses on her canopy bed.

"I'm just a little bit drunk," he confesses.

"Really," Lisa snaps, pulling her hair into a quick ponytail.

"Slater's really pissed at me. He might come beat me up! You have to hide me."

Lisa sits delicately next to Zack. Zack thinks Lisa does everything delicately.

"Did you two fight?"

"Oh yeah."

"Did you start it?"

"No! I mean, not really."

"You started it."

"Did not! I just…finished it."

"You mean?" Lisa puts her hand on Zack's shoulder.

"I told him I didn't need him. I don't."

"Oh, Zack, that's terrible! Slater's your best friend."

"We hate each other!" Zack says, gesticulating wildly.

"Well, sure, but…you hate each other like I hate Screech."

"Are you secretly fucking?"

"Ew! No! Okay, perhaps not the best example, but you know what I mean," Lisa looks around the room helplessly. "Screech knows that I really care about him. Not like that, but, still…"

"Bull. No one knows anything unless you tell them. Screech thinks we only hang out with him because we feel sorry for him."

"Did he tell you this?"

"Sure."

"And what did you say?"

"What should I have said?"

"Jeez, Zack, something! I can't believe you get away with the things you do."

"It's because I'm Zack fucking Morris and the sun rises and sets on me," Zack recites, cowering from the bedside lamp. "My head hurts."

"Not as bad as it will tomorrow."

"Lisa," Zack suddenly grabs her knee and she stares at him, shocked. "Do you remember what you asked me last Halloween?"

"No," Lisa lies.

"Sure you do," Zack smirks. "I remember. Do you want me to tell you?"

"Zack, I was drunk then. I was probably as drunk as you are now."

"So the offer doesn't stand?"

"No!"

"I wanted to, you know. The timing was bad, with Kelly and all that, but now-"

"Now the timing is terrible," Lisa finishes for him, standing up and wrapping her kimono tightly. "You're going to go sleep on my couch. We'll talk in the morning."

"You look really beautiful without all that makeup."

"No."

"I mean it! Right now, with your hair all curly like that, you're so hot."

"No, Zack."

"Please, my princess?"

Lisa crosses her arms and turns away, holding back tears. She shakes her head violently as Zack starts massaging her shoulders. He turns and kisses her temple and she breathes in sharply.

"Zack, please go. If you don't go, I'll say yes, and I don't want to."

"I need you, Lisa."

Lisa hugs him and her cheeks are wet. Zack unties her kimono and locks his hands around her hips, kissing her roughly.

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Does Slater have sex with Jessie? He must, if he's really trying to keep her in the dark. Does he think of Zack when he does it? Does he do her from behind?

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"Zack," Lisa's small, but sharp voice brings him back to reality. "Get off of me."

He slowly realizes what he's done.

"Get off of me, now."

He's still inside her, dazed.

"GET OFF!" she yells, pushing him away and running to the bathroom. "You promised, Zack! You fucking promised me!"

Zack listens to her shower run. He hears Lisa crying over the water.

"Oh my God," Zack says to no one. "Oh my God."

He's buttoning his jeans when Lisa comes out of the bathroom in a towel, pressed up against the opposite wall.

"Leave," she says.

"Lisa," he goes towards her. "Oh, God, Lisa, I didn't mean to, I swear. Oh, God, I'm sorry, I…is there anything I can do?"

"You can go."

Zack picks up his shirt and leaves. Lisa decides to take another shower.