"Hey, why are you complaining to me? You were doing your fair share of the kissing too you know."
Cassie refused to look at him. There was quiet for a moment.
"Cassie?" when there was no reply, he continued. "Oh, man. Look, I'm sorry ok? I have no idea what came over me, I just, I, I don't know. I just don't know."
Cassie still did not answer him and Zac found himself playing with her hair. He leaned over and put his hand over her shoulder to touch her face.
"Zac..." She said softly.
Zac then started kissing her neck delicately, his other hand resting around her waist and fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Cassie grabbed his hand.
"Damn it Zac. Why are you being like this."
Zac shrugged, then, realising she couldn't see him, he spoke:
"Dunno. Guess it just feels right."
"Damn it Zac." Cassie exploded, pulling out of his grasp. "Don't you think I don't know what you're like?"
"What I'm like?" he repeated.
"Yes. You and your 50 million girlfriends or whatever."
"48."
Cassie gave him an exasperated look.
"I'm not going to be a part of your stupid little game Zac."
"What makes you think I'm playing?" Zac demanded, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "C'mon Cassie, didn't you feel it too?"
"Maybe. But it doesn't change anything."
Then she went on to mumble something about attracting jerks.
"Oh, so I'm a jerk now am I?" Zac retorted, letting go of her. 'Well, thanks a lot."
"Oh c'mon Zac, players are among the biggest jerks there are."
"Oh, ok, so not only am I a jerk, but I'm a big jerk? Gee Cassie I feel so loved."
"Zac, admit it! You enjoy leading girls on."
"Shut up Cassie. I don't want to talk to you again."
Zac stormed off.
"Fine, you big jerk." She yelled after him before bursting into tears.