slut ; zayn malik

11; Closets

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Mr. Rey's economic class was a bore. All he did was complain and eat and then complain some more. He was quite a shit teacher. Today made me hate him even more, though. As I was sitting there, taking my test, with Zayn to my right (stupid Mr.Rey and his assigned seating), he claimed that he saw Zayn reach over to look at my test, and of course I had something to do with it. Zayn took advantage of this and told Mr.Rey that I let him cheat off of me. So now we're both stuck cleaning the gym's storage closet, with our phones confiscated.

"Now, both of you are gonna clean these dusty walls and put all of the balls in their rightful stack. Give those walls the nice shine they used to have," Mr.Rey barked before closing the door on us. The closet was small and very dirty. All we had were a few rolls of paper and Windex.

"This is all your fault," Zayn's fading accent spoke.

"How in the world is this my fault? You were the one cheating!" I yelled.

"It's your fault that everyone sees you as smart so I'm tempted to cheat," He shrugged.

"That was the stupidest argument ever and you know that," I mumbled.

"All I'm saying is that we both don't want to  be here stuck with each other. So maybe you should take one for the team and clean this place yourself, yeah?" He smiled at me and shot me a wink, obviously trying to hit my weak spot. I refused to falter.

"No, Zayn. You caused this. If anyone should be leaving it should be me," I snarled at him before turning and spraying the wall with Windex.

"Well you can't stop me, so bye!" He laughed as he grabbed the door handle, which wouldn't budge. I could notice panic take over him as he pulled and pushed on the door, but it would not move.

"We're stuck!" He whined.

"No shit..." I whispered. He groaned before walking over to the wall I was cleaning and sitting down, leaning against it. It was obvious neither of us were going to enjoy being stuck in here with each other.

"I just... I don't like small spaces..." He mumbled.

"Oh?" I said before wiping the wall down and trying to take the last bits of dirt off. It was hard since the paper towels kept ripping.

"Oh? What do you mean, 'Oh'," He snapped. I could tell the space was getting to him now.

"Just calm down, Zayn. There's no need to be scared-"

"I'm not scared!" He yelled, "I-I just want to leave and get some fresh air cause I c-can't breathe in here." I looked down to see him hunched into a little ball, a scared expression on his face. I couldn't believe I was going to comfort him after all these months of not talking to each other. My heart ached at the sight of him in pain and I hated myself.

"Hey, Zayn it's okay. Just think about something else,okay?" I said as I sat down next to him.

"L-Like what?" He stuttered as he ran his hands over his face.

"Uh... sing a song? I don't know..." I trailed off. I expected him to sing something like Bruno Mars or Justin Timberlake, but when he started singing I almost starting turning up.

"And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby," He sang quietly as I stared in shock.

"D-Did you just sing Trap Queen, oh my God," I bursted out laughing.

"What? It's a good song..." He muttered, seemingly embarrassed.

"No, it is. I just didn't think you listened to Fetty Wap," I chuckled. A smile appeared on his perfect features as he shook his head, "I just like that one song."

"Same. How did you make it sound so good, though? You're talented," I complimented. He looked down at his lap as a blush crept upon his face. There was something about the simple action that made me smile. It reminded me of when we were friends and hung out together. It was like he was the old Zayn once again.

"Hey, Zayn... why did you make up that rumor that I- you know," I asked. Just as soon as the old Zayn was back, he was gone.

"Because I wanted people to know that I get who I want, and getting the school's biggest slut shows it," A smug smile spread across his face.

"You're disgusting," I muttered.

"That's no way to talk to me, princess," He was such an asshole.

"What happened to you?" I grumbled in disbelief as I stared at the cruddy wall. Of course, Mr.Rey would be too lazy to clean this. It's an absolute mess.

"What?" The expression of disbelief made me so angry. It was like he didn't even realize the monster he turned into. He didn't realize that he went from this sweet, shy, boy to this rude, cold, douche.

"What happened? Why did you change?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He stumbled over his words as he stood up abruptly, "This is what you wanted! I did this for you!"

"What?!" My legs stood me up as I stared at the boy in confusion. If anything, he would do this to get away from me.

"You said you wanted  a boy with experience! You said you wanted something different! So I tried to sleep with other girls. I tried, believe me, but I couldn't do it. My stupid mind kept telling me to not do it. All because of you, Lucia. God, I hate you so f ucking much!" His foot slammed on the door and it finally busted open, allowing Zayn to run out. There was this need inside of me to tell him that that wasn't the case. To tell him that I never wanted that and how I was just hurt in that moment. So I chased after him.

"Zayn!" I yelled as I saw him running out of the building. Once, I got outside, I saw him in the same spot he was when we first hung out. In the corner of the school, with his head in his hands. I approached the startled boy slowly as I could hear his gasps for breath.

"Z-Zayn? I-I want you to know that I was mad in that moment. I didn't realize that my angry words would affect you like this and make you change. I didn't mean them, Zayn. I promise," I spoke with regret dripping off my words.

"It's too late anyway. The people I talk to now aren't going to let me go just like that. We should just keep things how they are. No absolute contact," He grumbled into his hands. It hurt like a bitch. I could feel my heart breaking into millions of pieces as I tried to hold them together in front of him. My tears stayed in my eyes as I hummed in response and began to walk away. I felt some type of closure now. At least, now he was the one watching me walk away, and I wasn't gonna give a last glance either, I thought. But as I got to my car, in a moment of weakness, I looked up, tears glistening in my eyes, and saw Zayn not even looking at me.

I guess last glances are too much to ask

:'(