Consequences of Falling in Love With a Frat Boy

Do you Remember Summer of 09'?

{Author's note: this kind of gets complicated at the end so read at your own risk. Enjoy}

Chapter 9

“I don’t want you going with him Melissa.” Max repeated as he leaned against the doorframe to the bathroom. Max was never shy when it came to how much he hated Zayn, but tonight he acted like he couldn’t even stand the thought of him still breathing.

“Max it’s going to be okay.” Cleaning up my scattered makeup container’s off the sink I looked back at Max who sat on my bed as I smiled and said, “I’ll be fine.”

Max walked from the bathroom and sat down on my bed, “You said that a month ago and look what happen? You ended up getting in a fight and almost got arrested because Zayn was being his usual self, which is a drugged out, homeless Mexican, who doesn’t know his difference between right and wrong.”

I laughed, “Zayn isn’t Mexican.”

Grabbing my bag of sour patches from my nightstand Max said, “Well he could have fooled me.”

I walked out the bathroom and sat at my desk, “What it is exactly, that you don’t like about him?” Max looked away from me and popped a handful of sour patches in his mouth. I turned around facing him more, “Max.” he turned towards me, “What is it that makes you hate Zayn so much?”

Max looks at me and says, “I just don’t trust him.”

“Tell me why?”

Max eats another sour patch, “I’ve heard things about him. Bad things and I know you can protect yourself but with me being you best friend/brother I just don’t want you mixing up with him.” Max pauses, “I mean I understand why you’re with him, it’s your form of acting out because of what happen with you and your mom, but let’s be serious., you know that she wouldn’t have liked him.”

I stood up, “I’m not with him because of what happen with me and my mom. I care for him and he cares for me to!”

Max throws up his hands like he was surrendering, “I just don’t want to see you hurt Mel.”

“You trust me right?” I asked.

“Of course I trust you Mel.”

I stepped towards Max running my hand through his messy curls, “Then trust me when I say, everything will be fine, okay?” Max looked up at me and nodded as a car honked from downstairs. I grabbed my purse and turned to head downstairs with Max following, “I just don’t understand why you can’t wait till next week, when I don’t have work, to go out.”

“Zayn said this band was only in town for tonight and I don’t need a babysitter.” Max rolled his eyes and I smacked him in the chest. “I saw that.” I hugged Max as I walked to the front porch, “I’ll be back by 1am.”

“Alright, call me if you need anything.”

I nodded as Zayn climbed from the passenger seat and opened my door to the backseat, “Hello Kitten.”

I smiled, “Hey.”

Closing my door Zayn turned to look at Max who now stood on the porch arms crossed like a bodyguard, “If anything happens to her, I’ll personally make sure your head gets fed to the tigers by lunch time tomorrow.”

I jerked my head towards Max and scorned as I said, “Alright that’s enough ‘dad’ I’ll see you later!” Zayn laughed, climbed into the car and closed his door. Turning around he says, “Kitten this is my mate Carl.”

I looked at the person who was driving and smiled, “Nice to meet you Carl.” “Likewise.” Said Carl as he started the car and we drove off.

After about an hour into the concert/party I knew things where not right. First off the place was much father then what Zayn had told me. Secondly this wasn’t even a damn concert this was some kind of rave like party, there just wasn’t any strobe lights. Thirdly as soon as we got here Zayn went to go get drinks and he never came back.