-Zayn-
*Saturday*
“What Cher?” I sighed from my bed as Cher leaned against my bed post.
She’s been ignoring me since what I did yesterday, and having her ignore you is annoying as hell.
“You need to apologize to Ariana. You know what you did was out of line, Zayn.” She came in and sat on my bed.
“No.” I said and looked back at my phone. I think I was texting Angela… or was it Katelyn? No… I think it was that Isabella girl from a few days ago; I never save their names with their numbers. Maybe I should start doing that…
“Zayn, you’re going to see her today at the party anyway, and you’re partners for the project in English. You’re going to say something to her. Stop being an asshole.” She sighed and sat on my bed.
“Speaking of that party, the only way I’m letting you come is if you stay with Harry. Don’t drink anything unless he tells you, don’t talk to any of the boys there unless he knows them.” I looked at her.
Her face turned red and glared at me, I thought I could see some coming from her ears.
“I’m not a child Zayn! I don’t need Harry to watch over me every second of the day. We’re not even together.” She yelled at me.
“I don’t care. You’re staying with Harry. If you don’t like it, don’t come.” I shrugged.
“What if I stay with the girls? Come on Zayn we’re all the same age here!” She wined.
“Eleanor will be with Louis. Liam will be with Danielle. Demi will be with Niall. I will be with…Isabella” I said annoyed. Cher would never listen.
“What about Ariana?” She smiled.
I rolled my eyes.
“Ariana will be with Austin.” I smirked.
“Ugh! I can never win with you! Fine Zayn, Whatever.” She yelled and walked out my room, slamming the door.
Zayn: Cher will stay with you at the party tonight. Watch her. Don’t have her drink anything unless you check it first, and watch out for other guys. Don’t let her out of your sight.
Harry: Alright. I never do
Aside from the other boys, I would only trust Cher with Harry. His intentions are always good with her, if she stops trying to go for the bad guys, this would be way easier.
If they asked me to apologize to Ariana one more time I think I’d might go crazy. That’s all she ever gets, no one ever puts her in her place. She needed to be told the truth for once.
For years, everyone has been being too kind to her. Giving her whatever she wanted, telling her she didn’t deserve to be treated like everyone else.
She acted like no guy in the school could have her, but as soon as she’d get a single sip of alcohol in her, she’d be easy. Willing to let every guy screw her. The more she thought she was better than everyone else, the more she’d piss me off.
She calls me a womanizer ever chance she can get, and bashes me for the fact that I talk to a lot of girls.
I walked over to my closet to find something to wear for when we leave and thought about everything that would end up happening tonight.
