Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Her breath caught, and she slumped against him, her body taking over and melding to his. He smiled against her lips, enjoying the feel of her curves against his body, as his hands snaked around her waist. One hand moved down to gently cup her backside, as the other reached up to tangle in her ponytail. Eventually, she pulled away, licking her lips. A moment passed, before she took a step back.
"Well? Better than Kyle Marks?" He asked softly. She laughed gently.
"Oh Zane. It's cute, this whole... jealousy attitude." He rolled his eyes, but took her hand, turning to see himself- at thirteen, a year younger than Jo had been in her memory- walking through MIT's campus. An older girl was with him, giving him a tour. She was pretty, with long blonde hair and dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a lowcut tank top. She smiled at him, and he gave her a quick smile back in return.
"So, what do you think? You like the campus?" He shrugged, looking around.
"It's nice. And it's in Cambridge, so I can go back to Boston for break..." He didn't seem to interested, though, no matter what he said. The girl moved closer, laying a hand on his arm. He glanced at her, giving her a quick smile.
Jo watched, her eyes narrowing, as the girl moved close, tracing his jawline. But when Jo shook the feelings away, Zane noticed, and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"It's okay to be jealous, Jojo. It's actually very cute."
"I'm not jealous." She replied.
"Oh really?" She looked up at him.
"You know, you're very, very cute when you're jealous." He said, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"So... how old are you?" The girl asked, stepping back when Zane pulled away and continued walking. He thought a moment.
"Thirteen." The girl stopped.
"Thirteen? Seriously?" He nodded. "What are you, one of those... child geniuses?" He didn't respond. The girl seemed to think for a moment, before shrugging. "At least you're cute." Then, she stepped towards him and captured his lips in a kiss.
Jo crossed her arms, glaring at the girl as Zane's younger self wrapped his arms around the girl and pulled her close. If she'd been able to, she'd have gone over and given the girl a good right hook, but Zane's words came rushing back to her, and she took several deep breaths to calm down.
Although, why she should be so upset, she wasn't sure. There was nothing between them- despite the fact that they'd been sleeping together for weeks.
He pulled away, staring into the girl's eyes. After a moment, he stepped back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
"You're really cute, you know that?" The girl told him. "And you've got this whole... bad boy image about you."
He shrugged. "If you only knew."
"Got kicked out of MIT not long after." Zane said, watching himself.
"At thirteen? What for?" Jo asked, turning to him.
"Hacking into the grading system." She nodded.
"Oh."
"Then went to Yale, Harvard and Stanford- kicked out of all those between the ages of fourteen and sixteen."
"For-"
"Hacking." The two said in unison.
"Of course. What you're good at." Jo said, looking at him. He chuckled softly.
"Met a string of girls, dated them, and then each went supernova when I broke it off. I just... didn't want the commitment... to anyone." He glanced at Jo. "Until you."
She turned to look at him. "Please, you're not interested in a commitment with me. You're only interested in a hook up."
He opened his mouth to speak, but the memory faded, replaced with one of Jo's.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present West Point Military Academy's Drill Team."