slut ; zayn malik

02; America

Diana is played by Shereen Cutkelvin :)) 

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The quarterback for the football team has always been a great kisser. I can assure you that since I'm making out with him right now. Its the afternoon and school just finished so the halls are empty now. Liam stopped by my locker, and next thing you know, I'm pressed up against it and he's feeling me up. We continued our little make out session for a while before I told him I had to get home. 

"Tell your parents you're working on a project or something," He pouted, his brown eyes shimmering. Truth is, I've always had a soft spot for Liam. He's my go-to guy when I'm feeling down. Well, that's besides James, another friend of mine. Emphasis on friend. He wasn't at school today and I'm worried that his dysphoria might be acting up again. I made a mental note to text him later.

"I can't today. I'll make it up to you, though," I winked before walking off, making sure to sway my hips teasingly. I didn't actually have to go home, I just wasn't in the mood to fool around. As I walked out of the building, I noticed someone sitting in the corner of the building, pressed up against the wall. He was reading some book as he bit into his bottom lip. 

"What are you doing out here, Newbie?" I asked as I took a seat next to him.

"I could ask you the same thing," He muttered, not even looking up. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, but he didn't even seem to notice. 

"Well I was making out with a boy, what about you?"

"You have a boyfriend?" He finally looked up.

"What? No. What made you think that?" I laughed.

"Well you said you were..." He trailed off.

"Don't worry about that. I was just messing around. It's called having fun, ever heard of it?" I chuckled. He blushed slightly before going back to his book. 

"It's called being a slut," He mumbled.

"If that word was a brick, I could build a castle out of all the bricks I've been thrown," I laughed as I took my phone out and played some annoying game. Zayn was intent on his book and I wondered whether he even planned on going home or not. 

"Who's picking you up?" I asked.

"No one," He responded.

"What does that mean?"

"My parents don't care whether I'm home or not most of the time, so I'd rather just spend my time away from them," He shrugged. 

"Well I have a curfew, but it's not until ten. Do you want to go and get a bite to eat?" I offered.

"I-I don't have any money with m-"

"I'll pay," I interrupted.

"I couldn't ask you to do that..." He muttered.

"Why? Cause I'm a girl and you're supposed to provide for me?" I laughed, "Don't be so old fashioned." He shrugged and closed his book. I took that as a yes and led him to my car. It was a nice car, if I do say so myself. My parents gave it to me for my 18th birthday, which was five months ago, so I haven't had it for too long. 

"Where are we going?" He asked as I pulled out of the parking space. 

"On a trip in our favorite rocket ship," I sang causing Zayn to groan. 

"Please stop," He chuckled.

"Live your life, Newbie. Who cares if you look childish?" I advised him as I kept my eyes on the road. 

"Where are we going?" He asked again.

"It's a surprise," I answered again and he sighed.

"If you don't tell me, I'm jumping out of this car right now."

"Fine, ruin your pretty face. See if I care," I muttered. As I peeked over at him, there was a slight pink tint on his cheeks at me calling him pretty and it boosted my confidence about ten times more. I am usually quite a confident person, so this is no good for Zayn. 

"We're going to Denny's," I gave in. 

"I've never been to Denny's, actually," He mumbled. He sure mumbles a lot. 

"It's amazing, you'll see," I assured him as we pulled up to one. We both left my car as we entered the restaurant that had an aroma of burgers and soda. "Table for two?" The lady asked us. I nodded and they showed us to a booth in the corner of the establishment. We both took a seat as we skimmed over the menus. The pancakes sure looked tempting, but it was past breakfast time, anyway. I ended up ordering a regular burger and fries when the waitress came up to us.

"What do you want, Newbie?" I asked him as he skimmed the menu in a panic. 

"Uh, I-I think I'll just have what she's having," He answered.

"Sure thing, handsome," The lady said as she left the two of us alone.

"She called ya handsome," I teased and shot him a small wink. He shook his head with a small smile on his lips and pink tint on his cheeks. "Don't start."

"Aww, but I like starting stuff," I moaned. We had to shut up since the waitress came to give us our drinks. Two large glasses of Dr. Pepper. 

"Why are the portions so huge in America?" He asked. Just then, I came to the realization that he was British. I was so busy taking in his good looks, that I hadn't paid any attention to his voice. Once I started focusing on it, I couldn't understand why I hadn't noticed it before. It was so soft and mellow, like a sundae with whipped cream and a cherry on top. 

"I don't know. I guess that's why we're all unhealthy as fuck," I informed. He nodded before taking a sip of his soda. It took quite a while, but our food was finally here and I was starving. 

"Eat up," I smiled as Zayn stared at his plate wide eyed.

"Holy shit, America," He muttered. I simply laughed and took a bite of my burger. 

"When did you move here?" I asked him once I finished that mouthful. 

"Like, last week. My dad got offered a job here," He said as he covered his mouth. 

"Where are you from?"

"Bradford. In the UK," He informed. 

"God, I've always wanted to go to London. To just see everything in the whole country or maybe even the whole world at some point," I gushed before taking another bite. 

"Maybe someday," Zayn assured before taking a bite of his burger as well. 

It took us a while, but we finally finished our burgers and were sitting in my car. I wanted to make a move on him so badly. I'd never really hung out with a boy this long without at least kissing him. It felt weird, yet there was something oddly nice about it. He was kind and he was soft, but his features made him look handsome and rugged. It was the first time I had met a nice pretty boy, and it was exhilarating. It made me want him even more. 

"You know, Zayn. People don't really seem to like me at that school. Only the football team and my friends, but the rest of them judge me without even getting to know me. They think that just because I like to sleep around it gives them the right to label me however they please," I spilled. 

"Well you were telling me earlier to not care about what people thought. So why not stick to your own advice?" He suggested.

"I will. Thanks, Newbie."

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Also, I am thinking of making most of the characters poc (people of color) and I'm going to put in a trans character (James) but I don't want to make it seem like queer bating cause that's gross. I'll try my best to make him important to the plot line. I think he will be : ) 

~Judith