Secretly Texting [z.m.] ✅

Thirteen

Ok since I actually got feedback on that A/N and it was actually good feedback I've decided to keep this story :*

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[A M B E R]

"I don't know!" I whined, "I mean if I was to switch it then I would have to start all over and I'd be confused and stuff," I sighed, pouting to my friends.

"You don't have to switch. I just thought you'd want to since that one kid left and you said there was like no one you actually liked in that class," Sierra told me, shrugging her shoulders.

I bit my lip, and frowned, "well, that was then. I have like one friend in the class. Or at least I think I can call him a friend," I said, mumbling the last part a bit.

"I heard him, who is he?" Shaylie demanded, leaning forwards, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Shut up, it's no one," I rolled my eyes.

"She sits next to Zayn," Louis piped up, immediately getting smacked by me.

Sierra looked at me weirdly, "is it Zayn?" She asked.

"Oh my god," I huffed, "yea, it is, so what? We're just "allies" who happen to sit next to each other in Art. It's not like I like him though," I said, dropping the plastic fork onto my tray, "this food sucks."

"Don't change the subject. What's he like?" Sierra questioned, smiling brightly.

"I don't know," I chuckled, "he can get hissy sometimes if he's in a bad mood but other than that he's nice. But he tends to like, get really nervous. Like I was talking to him alone in the hall the other day and he was just so awkward and nervous. It was kinda cute actually," I confessed, smiling to myself. The two girls across from me almost instantly made kissy faces, mocking me. "Shut up! We're just friends, nothin more! He probably wouldn't even go for someone like me anyway," I told them.

"Who cares, Zayn Malik was nervous. He's never never nervous around anyone and then bam he's all awkward around you? He probably likes you," Sierra chuckled, making me almost choke on my drink.

"No he doesn't, shut up right now," I glared.

Shaylie smirked, "but you want him to yes?"

I glanced down, "I don't know. I mean sure I would want anyone to like me, who wouldn't, but like, Zayn and I, we're just like classmates, not even friends I don't think," I sighed and shrugged. Fortunately my two friends gave up, and let me have the last word.

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I sighed, and pulled my phone out, hoping that I could get a smile out of the contact I pulled up.

It had been about a month and a half since this guy had first texted me. I still had yet to know who he was, and I really want to know, but I tried to just ignore it.

Me: Ew I hate people

Minion: What happened?

Me: Nothing

Me: I just don't feel like doing anything today but suddenly it's "let's all talk and annoy Amber" day so

Minion: Sorry?

Me: And Shaylie and Sierra kept nagging me about switching to music class to be with them. I thought they stopped asking by lunch but NO they just kept going and going and going like omfg shut the fuck up

Minion: NO!

Minion: Don't switch!! Then I won't see you all the time!!

Me: I didn't want to switch in the first place

Me: But u no what would make me feel better?

Minion: I'm not getting you Starbucks

Me: I was going to say tell me who you are u dipshit

Minion: Oh well then don't ask that either, I can't tell you who I am yet

Me: WHY NOT!!!

Minion: I'm sorry

Me: No you're not, you know exactly who the hell I am and I don't know a single damn thing about you except for the fact that you're in my art and English class and you go to my school and you like to draw and shit! I have no idea who you are, what you look like, if you ACTUALLY like me and that this ISNT really a joke! I don't want to keep texting a fucking stranger all my feelings and shit when I don't know who they are and who they could go gossip to!

Me: And I know I'm suddenly blowing up on you but I've had a hell of a day especially since its a Monday and I'm texting a complete stranger who I don't know and I really like a guy who probably doesn't even like me as a friend and my brother just broke it to me yesterday morning that my grandmother fucking passed away almost a WEEK ago because my mum and dad were too much of assholes to do it them fucking selves!

Me: So I don't care about who the hell you are. I can't keep talking to someone I don't know, when your ready to tell me who the hell you are you come do it in damn person!

I had tears in my eyes by the time I sent that last text, and blocked the number, throwing my phone harshly onto my bed. I cupped my face, and silently cried.

I know I was over reacting a bit. But I wasn't lying when I said I had been having a hell of a day. Everything seemed worse than it already was at the moment, primarily because of the fact that my grandmother had passed away and I hadn't gotten to see her in the hospital before she died.

My brother, Jamie, appeared in the doorway, a sad look on his face as he stepped forward, and pulled me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso, and cried into his shirt.

"I hate people," I mumbled with a pout, and at moment, that may have been true.