He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 80: Deals

Zayn's POV

Internally cursing the world for why my nose would have to start fucking bleeding just when ever so clever Harry fucking Styles is standing right in front of me, I consider just turning my back on him and walk away, hoping for the best, but he is already looking at me like as if he has me all figured out.

Also he would probably love to tell Zoe all about how "I lied to her" just before, if not that I'm doing drugs which he is apparently wise enough to guess.

- "Yes. Drugs," I admit, most of all to try and stop him from looking at me, but he doesn't. He doesn't look surprised either. Not that he should be I guess.

- "Not that it's any of my business, but does Zoe know that you..?" he says hestitantly, tugging at his gray sweater, that's way too big, apparently not even daring to finish that sentence.

But why the fuck does everybody ask that - does Zoe know? Like it's my own fucking business whether I wanna tell her or not.

- "You're right, it's not. And no she doesn't. So you're not telling her," I say and give him a little smile but keep my eyes tensed so he knows not to fuck around with this knowledge.

He nods, and gives me an empty glare with his green eyes holding just a slight glimpse of truimph.

Either way, I don't think he will tell.

**

I'm almost overwhelmed by temptation to take a line when my phone starts making the obnoxious noise it makes when someone is calling.

It's Jade.

- "Yeah?"What the fuck does she want?

- "Hey,"

- "What?" I say, thinking how lucky I am that Zoe is not here right now. She would have so many questions as if why Jade calls me - or why I even still have her number.

Not that it would be annoying or anything, I mean I would do the same, but it's just better to avoid those kind of situations so nobody gets upset.

- "The fucking knife, Zayn. Remember? You told me to get back to you when I got it from under Jason's fucking bed," she says sounding fucking stressed.

Right.

- "So you have it? And you're home now?"

That was quicker than I thought.

- "Yeah,"she sighs.

- "Good," I hang up and slip my shoes on and get my leather jacket that I put on while running down the stairs.

**

Three knocks and Jade with a new hair color, opens the white door right away. It's all black now. It was already a very dark brown shade before, but now it's like completely black.

It would look too dark on her if it wasn't because she's always tanning.

Looks alright.

- "Hey," she says in a flirty tone very much different from the one on the phone, which makes me almost wanna roll my eyes, also since her top is so ridiculously low-cut.

- "You gonna come in?" she steps aside and I hesitate a bit, trying to look over her shoulder for her parents or something.

I've never met them before since I've always found a way to sneak in and out without having to introduce myself. She does say that they are always working though.

- "You home alone?" I ask, wondering why she can't just give me the fucking knife so I can leave again.

- "My parents are out but it's just me and my brother," Jai, great. Not the best idea to get inside. I just stay where I'm standing until she sighs. "he's in his room. Come on,". she insists.

Walking into her house brings back so many memories even though I was mainly here at night time when it was all dark outside. It's feels like forever ago, but I guess it's actually only a couple of months.

Everything looks the same, even her room upstairs next to Jai's. Her room was always kind of messy compared to mine, with make-up brushes and hair styling product everywhere. That hasn't changed either.

- "So," she collects a plastic bag from a cabinet in her desk while I allow myself to take a seat on her bed. "Here it is. Plus you fucking almost got me in trouble, so yeah you fucking owe me," she smirks and tosses the plastic bag covered knife into my lap, crossing her arms over her more or less exposed chest, leaning back against her desk in front of me.

- "Thanks," I say shortly, feeling the knife through the bag, not bothering to ask what happened.

- "Seriously though, that guy has clearly never cleaned under his bed," she snorts and I nod, just wanting to go home and maybe do that line.

- "So can I go now?" I ask, not even trying to hide the fact that I still thinks she's a fucking bitch.

- "I suppose yeah," she shrugs her shoulders, while looking at me like she wants something from me.

- "Great," I say, and get up from her bed and head in the direction of the door before she can try and rape me or something.
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Sorry these last two chapters were really short :/