Secretly Texting [z.m.] ✅

Sixteen

"You see what happened?! I knew she would hate me!" I exclaimed, my hands running through my hair. Stan just stood there.

"She would've hated you either way, but now you have more time to fix it," he said, to which I just sighed angrily.

"Zayn!"

"Shit," I mumbled, not liking the way my name came from Jamie.

I turned around to see him walking towards me, and within a second his fist connected with my face, sending me straight onto my ass. "Fuck!" I cursed, my hand flying up to my eye.

"Don't mess with my sister you jackass," he growled, leaning down a bit before standing straight, and strutting off back to the others. I just sat there for a moment, my eye starting to throb underneath the forming bruise. I sighed heavily when Stan lifted me up by the armpits, and set me onto my feet.

"C'mon," he muttered, and threw his arm around my shoulder, walking with me to his car.

After climbing into his car and driving off to my house I almost immediate went to the freezer, grabbing an ice pack. It wasn't much use since it was already swollen but I pushed the cold item onto my eye, wincing at the pang of pain.

"This fucking sucks," I groaned, jumping up onto the counter. Stan leaned against it, and sighed.

"You just have to find a way to get her to forgive you," he told me, though his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out to give it a look. "I've got to go, something with Football practice," he said, shaking his head in annoyance before giving me a wave as he left. I just sat there, with the ice pack slowly freezing my face as I thought aimlessly.

"Zayn!" I turned my head, seeing my mum walking into the kitchen, "what happened love?" She asked, removing the ice pack and taking my face in her hands, "how did you get that?"

I bit my lip, "I uh, got punched," I confessed, "a girl got mad at me and her brother kinda just, hit me. I guess I deserved it but now she wont talk to me," I shrugged, and got down from the counter, putting the ice back into the freezer to refreeze.

"You're going to do something to get her back right?" She asked, tilting her head at me, "surely you must've liked her if you got punched for her," she pointed out, following me into the living room.

I shook my head, "I don't know mum. Yea I want to but what the hell am I supposed to do? Serenade her with a song or some shit?" I asked, clearly stressed over my shitty day. My mum shot me a look, and I put my hands up in surrender, knowing that she didn't like for us to curse. "Sorry. But I don't know what to do. Instead of talking to her and stuff I sort of just texted her anonymously. So she didn't know it was me until I told her today, which resulted with a black eye. So much for my luck," I sighed.

"Well... what does she like?" She asked, "maybe you could draw something meaningful for her or something. You're good at that," she offered, to which I was about to protest, but stopped.

"That's actually a good idea. Thanks mum," I kissed her cheek, and bolted up the stairs, going two at a time to get started on my next project.

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It didn't end well.

I wanted to draw or paint or do something for her with the talents that I had. But I literally had nothing that in my brain that I wanted to draw. I was screwed, and for the time being I was stuck with her hating me until I could finally regain her trust.

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Ew idek what this shit is so ok here

Kbye