Promiscuous Girl

Chapter One: Zoe's P.O.V.

"Damn, Zo. That was fucking amazing," he told me, gasping for breath as we laid in the back of his car.

I just smiled at him and grabbed my bra and panties off of the floorboard of the car. We finished getting dressed without saying a word to each other and got out of the car.

I was walking up to my front door when he stopped me. "Zoe, wait," I wordlessly turned back to him. I knew what was coming next. He grabbed my hands and looked at me in the eyes. "I really hope we can do this again."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I don't think so, Jimmy."

"It's Ricky," he corrected.

"Whatever. But um…I guess that just wasn't as amazing for me as it was for you. But I'm glad you had a good time. Goodnight, Jimmy," I smiled and continued on my way to my house. I walked in to immediately see two large suitcases sitting in the foyer. "Shit," I muttered to myself as I attempted to creep upstairs to my bedroom.

"Zoe," I heard the deep, rumbling voice say as I froze. I heard footsteps from behind me and I winced as I felt them stop one step below me. "Do you want to tell me why you're coming home at three in the morning?"

I put on a fake smile and turned, only to run smack dab into my father's enormous chest. "Dad, when did you get home?"

Dad smiled and leaned against the banister. "I got home around midnight, fully expecting to see my daughter in her bed sound asleep. Much to my surprise, I find the bed and the house to be empty. Which leads me back to my original question; why were you walking in at this hour?"

"Tyler and Bridget broke up so I was over at her house for awhile, comforting her. We just sat around and watched movies and ate some Ben and Jerry's. Sorry I came home late, but I couldn't just leave her by herself," I lied. As a matter of fact, my two best friends Bridget and Tyler were still very much together, and well, you all know what I was really doing.

"You're positive that's where you were at?" he asked, pulling the intimidation factor that my dad used in the ring. You see, my father is a professional wrestler by the name of Dave Batista. Heard of him? I thought so. However, as much as he likes to think this intimidation thing works on me…it really doesn't.

"Dad, I swear to you I was at Bridget's. Call her and ask her." Another lie. I spent most of the night at a frat party, sipping margaritas and hooking up with Jimmy or Ricky; whatever the hell his name was. "Why don't you believe me?"

He looked at me, regretting the decision to doubt me. "I do believe you, Zo. I just don't want you to get into any trouble."

I rolled my eyes. "Dad, I'm seventeen, almost eighteen. I think I know what's trouble and what's not. How do you think I deal whenever you're not home?"

"I'm pretty sure Mariana might have something to do with that."

Mariana was my dad's girlfriend of like two years or something like that. She was a twenty-nine year old Latina woman that could probably pass as my sister she looked so young. She was pretty fucking cool if you ask me. "She does keep me out of trouble, but a lot of times, she's at the diner and I do have to fend for myself."

"Okay, whatever you say, Zoe. Just go to bed."

"Goodnight, Daddy," I said and reached up to give him a peck on the cheek before I wandered off into my bedroom. I changed into my pajamas and pulled my laptop off of the bedside table. I logged into myspace to see a flurry of comments and messages that guys and girls alike had sent me, telling me how much of a whore I was and whatnot. I rolled my eyes and deleted them before closing the laptop and putting it back. I had just decided to lie down when I saw my bedroom door creak open. It was Mariana.

"Hey, chica. You still awake?" she asked, her thick Latina accent coming through the semi-darkness of my room.

"Yeah," I muttered as she made her way over and sat on the edge of my bed. "I didn't realize that you were home."

"I got home from the diner shortly after your papi got home. I heard the conversation you two had. You want to tell me where you really were?"

"I was at a frat party and then I met a guy and we hooked up, ya know?"

I could see her shake her head once I told her that. "Chica, you really need to stop all of this lying to your father. One day, you're not going to be able to lie your way out of things. And let me tell you something, if he finds out from someone else what's going on…let's just say, there's going to be hell to pay."

"You're not going to tell him, are you, Ri?" I asked, hoping to hell she wasn't going to say yes.

"You know I hate lying to your dad, Zo. And I've kept a lot of things from him in order to keep you out of trouble, but sooner or later, he's going to figure it out. He's not going to stay blind to this forever. And when he finally sees what's going on, there's not going to be anyone that can stop him. Not even me."

"Okay, I get your point, Ri. But do you realize what he would do if I told him I was having sex and that I have been for three years? He would flip the fuck out."

"One of these days, you're not going to be able to hide it from him. You're going to wind up pregnant or with some sort of disease."

"I know you're just trying to protect me or whatever, but I can take care of myself. I did it before you came along. I can do it now."

"Fine, I'll leave you alone then," she said, visibly hurt by my words and stood up to leave.

"Look, Mariana. I'm sorry. It's just I know what I'm doing. I'm on the pill. I make sure every guy I'm with is wearing a condom. It's practically foolproof."

"Exactly. Practically. It isn't foolproof. All I'm asking of you, chica, is that you calm it down a little bit, okay?"

"Okay, Ri."

"Good. Now I was wondering if you would come in a bit earlier to the diner tomorrow. Diana called in."

"How early?"

"Like ten?"

"Sure, that's fine."

"Goodnight, then, chica," she said and placed a kiss on my forehead and left me to sleep.

"Zoe! I need you to get the order from table seventeen!" Mariana yelled at me from the register as she received some money from the customer in front of her.

"I just got it, Ri," I said and laid down the order for the cooks. I looked around the small diner and breathed a sigh of relief as I realized that all of the customers had had their orders taken.

I took a brief moment to sit down by the door to the kitchen and take a breather when I heard the bell signaling that someone else had walked in. I groaned to myself and pulled my notepad out of the pocket of my apron and walked up front. I rolled my eyes as I saw my dad sitting at the counter. "Do you feel the need to follow me everywhere?" I asked him, tossing my notepad on the counter.

"For your information, Princess, Randy's in town and I told him to meet me here."

"Great," I replied, sarcastically. "Now I get to hear you guys talk stupid wrestling all night long." I hated my dad's job. Correction, I despised it. He started it right when m mom filed the divorce papers and decided she wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. So, I lost my mom, not that she really was one to me anyway, and, in a sense, I lost my dad too because he was gone on the fucking road all the time. It was wrestling or sports entertainment or whatever the hell they call it now that took my dad away from me six years ago and I still haven't gotten back the connection that I had with my dad before he and my mother got divorced and at the rate that he's being used I doubt I ever will.

I used to stay with my grandmother when he was first starting out. Shortly after the divorce was final was when he started coming home with different women on his arm. I guess it runs in the family, huh? Anyway, that's when I started doing my own thing. Grandma let me get away with murder, I tell ya. She always thought of me as a sweet and innocent little girl. Guess I fooled her.

Then a couple of years ago, everything changed as far as my dad was concerned. I got this job working the diner that Mariana owned. Dad came in one night to surprise me with his being home and as he was waiting for me to finish my shift, he and Mariana really hit it off. He asked her out, she said yes and I guess the rest was history.

"Zo, don't start it here," Dad said, looking at me, sternly.

"Don't start what here?" Mariana asked, walking over and giving him a lingering kiss on his lips. I rolled my eyes as I saw this small public display of affection that was so reminiscent of when I first started working there.

"Our usual weekend argument," I rolled my eyes before taking my apron off. "I'm taking a fifteen."

I walked back to the lockers and grabbed my purse before taking the front door out of the restaurant. After making sure that I was well hidden from Mariana and Dad, I sat down on the sidewalk and reached into my purse, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. As soon as I exhaled my first drag, I felt a tall presence standing over me.

"Aren't you too young to be smoking?" he asked and sat down on the curb next to me.

"So what if I am? What's it to you?"

"It's nothing to me. Just asking," he said, pulling out his own pack, taking one out then patting his pockets. "Can I get a light?"

I handed him my Bic and waited for him to give it back. "So, Randy Orton, amazing physical specimen, smokes?"

"So what if I do? What's it to you?" he replied and handed me my lighter.

"What are you doing in Tampa? Aren't you supposed to be at home, entertaining your fiancé?" I asked as I let the smoke seep from my mouth.

"One, I'm in Tampa because I had to do a radio interview. And, two, I don't have a fiancé anymore."

"Damn, what a shame," I muttered. It was no secret that I had hated his fiancé Keisha, with a passion. She'd talk down to me like I was a fucking four year old kid. Not to mention she was dumber than a box of rocks, and quite frankly, stupidity annoys the hell out of me.

"Thanks a lot, Zo. You sure made me feel a hell of a lot better," he said, staring down at his sneakers.

"Look at me, Orton," I said as he did so. "Do I have the word therapist written on my forehead? No. I call things like I see them. And from what I've seen of Keisha, she's nothing but a Barbie wannabe who has a fake ass orange tan, making her look like a damn oompa loompa that dipped its head in peroxide."

"You're not opinionated, are you?" he chuckled slightly.

"Just about the only good trait I got from my mother's side of the family."

We sat there in silence for the next few minutes while we finished smoking. "Well, I've got to get back to work, unfortunately," I said as we both stood up.

"Sounds like fun," he replied and opened the door for me to go back in and followed after.

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