Zustin - A new start

Talk British to me

Zayns POV

New text message to Justin
10:15

Zayn: Go to the classroom on the other side of the library, the one that's not used for anything.

Justin: Lol why tf would I? 🙄

Zayn: Because your ass looks way too good in those jeans for me not to fuck you right now

Justin: lmaoooo what are you on dude? I'm not gonna let you fuck me in school get it together you fool, I have math class in like 20 minutes

Zayn: I wont need more than 5 min so get going

Justin: That's not a positive thing. maybe you should jack off a little and build up your stamina  so I don't get tired of you 😝

Zayn: you did not just say that to me, you're so gonna regret that tonight when I can fuck you, rough and loud. 😏

Justin: ohhh so you think you can fuck me in school and at home? Choose one and we'll see if you get lucky or nah 🥱

Zayn: I think I can fuck you whenever I want. skip math you're already a genius

Justin: Going into class soon. Xoxoxoxoxoxox or whatever you say in the UK

Justin: okay wait, you can fuck me if you talk British to me

Zayn: you alright bro? I always speak British wtf

Justin: yeah but boring shit, say something fun like Mate or Lad or something like that 😤

Justin: Ohhh I got it, "I'm done with my cuppa tea now, down with your trousers mate and let me see that wonderful cheeky arse of yours" 🤤

Zayn: You're mentally dehydrated 😐

Read 10:27

Zayn: fine

Zayn: move your brilliant bum to the classroom and stop talking rubbish so I can shag you, you bloody wanker

Justin: on my way 😇

Zayns POV:

"Damn baby, that was good," I say, reaching down for my jeans to pull them back on. "I've always wanted to fuck you in school."

"Yeah, it was alright," he laughs, pulling his shirt back over his head. "But I was right-you really can't last long, old man. How many girls have you fucked in this classroom?"

"Fuck off," I reply, rolling my eyes. "You came quicker than me, and I'm barely even a year older. And maybe we shouldn't be bringing up our past hookups." I toss him his t-shirt, which had ended up somewhere across the room.

Justin grins, shrugging as he slips it on.

"Wouldn't want you getting all jealous of Luke again," he says, throwing me a playful wink.

But the comment gets to me, and he notices right away.

"Zayn, relax," he says, stepping closer, his tone softening. "I was joking. I swear, he's got nothing on you. I barely even remember it, okay? Please babe."

I exhale, struggling to shake off the sting. "It's just hard to believe you've been with someone else. Kind of fucked up after saying that what we have is so special."

The second I say it, I regret it. Justin's face hardens, and he runs a hand through his hair, clearly annoyed.

"Alright Zayn, let's not do this right now." His voice is sharp. "But since you're keeping count, let's go through yours. How many girls did you sleep with when things got rough? Emma, Jessica, that redhead, Alice, Josie - and those are just the ones who told me about it. I know there were more. And let's not forget Alice sending me a snap of you between her legs. Think that was fun for me to see? Seriously, fucking psychotic girls you choose."