Chapter 2
Zayn's POV
"Hi love, I'm Zayn. And I don't have a clue of what I am doing." I said in an attempt to break the ice. When I received no answer, I wandered if she had heard me. By the way the girl looked at me, I assumed she had, but she had chosen not to answer. Until that moment, I hadn't really looked at the girl standing at me. I knew she was blonde, but I assumed she was just one more of those annoying self-centered girls that practically throw themselves on me and the other models. I'm not saying that having hot girls asking for pictures all the day is not good, I'm a man so I obviously like the attention. The point is most of those girls - who have more make up than clothes on - don't understand that I'm not hired to flirt with them. I don't want their numbers; I don't want to go out with them, and most importantly, just because I'm floor model for Abercrombie, that doesn't make me an object. In fact, I never wanted this job, but college is expensive so it's only fair if I help my parents pay the bills.
"I could always try to help, if you want of course." A voice interrupted my thoughts a few seconds later. Oh, so Blondie decided to talk to me? She didn't sound flirty or snobbish this was a first. Her honesty took me back, and I couldn't think of a smart comeback like I usually do. "Um, I'll work it out, but you may have to stay here a bit longer." I said, trying to be polite, but not too cold. Crap, it looks like I'm flirting with her when I say "you may have to stay here a bit longer" thanks God I didn't add "with me" to that sentence. Well, who cares, probably I wont see her ever again and thankfully she didn't seem to notice the double meaning. We stayed in silence for a couple of minutes more, none of us really sure what to do. To be honest, I had no idea on how to work that thing, Isabelle always made working on the cashier so easy, but I wasn't going to admit it to Blondie. "Are you sure you don't need help?" she asked once more. A shy "Please." escaped from my mouth. I have absolutely no idea of how that happened, but it was too late to fix it.
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"So Blondie, are you going to make this work or not?" I had barely finished asking when she answered in a sweet as candy floss voice, obviously trying to mock me "Oh sweetie, you know I prefer Sara." and completed with "And it's not like you succeeded either..." with her voice back to its normal tone.
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Fifteen minutes later, we finally managed to make the cashier work, and Blondie - ops, Sara, paid for the perfume. I don't quite get why she would wait so long for a bottle of that thing when she could have left and came back another time, but I'm not complaining. Actually, she is really cute, but she isn't really my type. Despite this, I like her sarcasm and her sharp answers, they challenge me and I enjoy having to think of comebacks to arguments that have a good basis for once. I am quite surprised when I realize I appreciated her company and during the brief period of time she stayed in the store I had fun, she made me forgot that this is my job, and that I hate it.
When Sara lelf, I went with her, making sure the store was properly closed. Isabelle would kill me if I let it in any other way. When it comes to her, don't take you life for granted, that girl is completely nuts. In a good way, if that is even possible.
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"Bye Zayn!" I heard Sara say, and I turned around to see her already walking away with a petite brunette. "Goodbye Blondie." I weakly replied, knowing she wasn't going hear me. I felt so confused. How could I care so much about someone I met 30 minutes ago? That just wasn't me, but there was no way to deny I cared. Maybe I liked her sincerity, or how beautiful she is, even though she looks somehow fragile, or maybe it's because she didn't flirt with me. Whatever odd reason it was I wanted to get to know her, but I knew that the chances of seeing her again were minimal. Blondie was the first girl I wandered about in a long time.
That day, I felt hopeless. I had to find a way not to care because my conscience kept telling me I would never see her again, but my guts kept alerting me on the contrary. My brain would soon be proved wrong. Really wrong.
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Hi! I'm back!
I'm sorry this chapter is shorter than the first one, but I'm working on it. I've never written from a boy's perspective, and I'm trying to make Zayn sound different from Sara. More things will be explained as the story goes on! Regarding my english, I know it sucked but I'm also working on this. I was super happy with the amount of reads I received on the first chapter! Thanks guys! The next update is in about a week, but if you can get 5 votes I'll update Monday. Love you all!
- Lu, xx
