Secretly Texting [z.m.] ✅

Seventeen

[Z A Y N]

I trudged into my Art class, searching around for a certain girl. Though when her eyes caught mine she instantly frowned and looked away.

I sighed, and took my seat next to her. "I really am sorry Amber-"

"I don't want to hear it," she interrupted, looking down at her blank paper. I bit my lip, and looked up annoyingly as the teacher started to speak.

"Today you're going to be starting a small project on what inspires you. It can be anything you want unless it's inappropriate. I would like for these to be in to me within about three days. And don't complain about the small time span for this, as I said it's a small project therefore it's not a big deal if it's not finished on time," she told us before taking a seat at her desk.

I sat there motionless, thinking about what I could possibly do until my mind sparked an idea, and I was scribbling down the start of the drawing in a flash, glancing to the side every so often.

Towards the end of the period I let my gaze hold on the red haired girl to my left. "What're you doing?" I asked Amber, not really expecting a response but hoping there would be one.

There wasn't.

"What was your inspiration?" I asked.

"That you'll shut up and go away," she mumbled, not bothering to look up at me. I sighed, not willing to try and fight back, and looked back down at my paper, admiring the outline of a girls face.

Eventually the bell rung, and I packed my things up, leaning down to Amber, who was still working. "Well whether or not you like it, you're my inspiration," I told her with a smirk before turning and walking out. Only, I didn't "play it cool" after that. No, instead I ran off to find Ambers best friend, in hopes of him helping me get her back.

"Louis!" I called, chasing after him as he walked out of music. He turned his head, but grimaced when he saw me, and walked a bit faster. "No, Louis just wait!" I beggedu. He snapped his arm back when I grabbed hold of it, and turned to face me.

"I don't want to talk to you, Zayn. You played a fucking game on my best friend. That's not cool," he narrowed his eyes at the me.

"No!" I exclaimed, "I didn't mean to! I-I mean I meant to text her but I didn't mean to upset her! I was just scared that she wouldn't talk to me if she knew who I was," I said, my shoulders slumping.

Louis rolled his eyes, "Yeah well you've got to make it up to her then don't you," be scoffed, turning to walk away.

"But I need you to tell me how to get her back!"

"Find out yourself."

"Please!"

"No."

"C'mon! You're her best friend! Unless you don't care about her you should know what to do. A good friend would."

Louis' jaw clenched, and he balled his fists. And I remembered that he hated when anyone talked bad about him and his best friends relationship. "How bout you get a life and stop making bitchy comments about mine," he growled, and stomped away.

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THIS WAS RLLY BAD AND IM SORRY BUT IVE HAD WRITERS BLOCK FOR THIS STORY FOR SO LONG AND I DONT EVEN WANT TO CONTINUE THIS STORY BUT SOME OF YOU LIKE IT SO I HAVE TO SUCK IT UP

ugh ok I got that out

I'll try harder to update and such. Kbye lovelies ;*