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❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
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➳ ARIELLE'S POV
I look out the front window of Zayn's car, listening to the music playing softly on the radio. It's been fairly quiet between the two of us since I entered his car, and I can't help but feel like it has to do with the whole Kit situation . . . and the Jonah situation. I'm totally unsure how to feel about Kit. Do I worry? Is she dangerous? Is she stalking Zayn? If so, does that mean she's stalking me also? Yes. That would probably mean she's stalking me as well. But then again, maybe she's just a harmless old one-night stand?
I involuntarily shiver at the thought of Zayn bringing home girl after girl, only to tape cab fare to their foreheads and leave so they wake up alone. As I sit here and look at him, I find it hard to believe he can so easily treat a woman like that, but when I think back to when I first met him it's a lot easier to believe. Believe me, he hasn't changed much—in fact he really hasn't changed—since I've met him, so what makes me think he wouldn't still have another one-night stand?
I tried asking about Kit earlier when I first sat in the car, but Zayn just brushed it off. I'm dealing with it, Arielle. Don't worry about her, babygirl. She won't bother us anymore, I promise. I can't help but feel like maybe he's hiding something. Why won't he tell me who she is?
"Who's Jonah?" Zayn asks out of nowhere, bringing me back to the present.
I fidget in my seat, "He's a friend. We met through Zoe, and we've been friends ever since."
"He's the one from the party?" He asks without ever pulling focus away from the road. I'll admit, I'm surprised he even remembers seeing me with Jonah that first night we got to look at each other properly.
I think back to when I first saw Zayn and how to get his attention, I was grinding on Jonah. I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment and look away from him. "Right . . . the party."
When I look at him, his jaw twitches. He takes a moment to look at me with one eyebrow raised before looking back at the road. I finally realize why he's so touchy around the subject of Jonah and it's comical to me because Jonah and I would never be anything more than friends. I stifle a laugh and it seems to anger Zayn because he tears his eyes off the road once again to look back at me.
"Now I see it," I state. He doesn't say anything, he just tightens his grip on the steering wheel. "Now I see why you're so touchy on the subject of Jonah." Zayn stays quiet. "Don't you see? I wasn't dancing with him. I was dancing for you, and he just happened to be there," I say, hoping it will drop this bullshit for once and for all.
"The fact that his hands were fuckin' wrapped protectively around you, and the fact that his dick was hard had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he is so clearly fuckin' in love with you Arielle?" Zayn blurts out, surprising me. Even he sees the way Jonah looks at me and I inwardly cringe.
