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zayn malik | 14 three years ago...
it was a friday night, 8:33pm to be exact, and although all of my friends were out most likely causing chaos in the streets somewhere, i decided to stay inside. but this wasn't a decision taken lightly because for the past hour and a half, my phone had been buzzing with a string of texts from them, mainly telling me that 'i'm boring' and 'i need to get my ass over there now.'
but i enjoyed the privacy my bedroom gave me. the lamp in the corner was dim, creating a dark yet warm glow. i sat on the small love seat by my window, facing outwards as i brought the small remainder of the blunt to my mouth, blowing the smoke outside so the smell wouldn't linger. i didn't need to hear a lecture from mom.
downstairs, my sister had some friends over. i was able to hear the bass from their music and it slightly vibrated the walls. our townhome wasn't big and the walls were thin, making it easy to hear any and everything. mom was working a graveyard shift, other wise waliyha wouldn't have dared to bring people over. our mom had a very strong distaste to all of our friends. she believed they were bad influences. i don't think i could disagree.
although waliyha was three grades below me, making her a freshman, that didn't stop her friends from trying to hit on me. which is why i've banished myself to staying upstairs while they're here.
i stood up once the blunt was gone, pacing back and forth in the small space. my mind lingered back on camille, as it had numerous times tonight.
what was she doing right now? was she out with the guys? was she with casper? were they...
"fuck!" i cursed out loud, running my hands down my face. this was beginning to drive me insane.
i snatched my phone off the charger and tapped at the screen until i was at angelina's contact. my finger hovered over the call button. i wasn't sure if this was a good idea. i was playing a dangerous game trying to get involved with miguel's cousin.
it's not like you're doing anything wrong. you're just friends.
we hadn't seen each other nor talked in a few weeks. it would be a big fat lie if i said i didn't miss her and the aura she brought. it was distracting enough to cloud my countless thoughts of camille, which is what i needed desperately right now.
after pressing the call button, i brought it up to my ear and felt my anxiousness growing with each ring. maybe she wanted nothing more to do with me. not that i could blame her if that was the case because-
"hello?" her voice cut my negative thoughts away.
i coughed, shocked that she answered. "hi."
there's voices and music in the background on her end. "what's up mr. malik?"
"how do you know my last name?" i asked, certain that i never told her that little detail.
i could practically hear the smile on her face. "i might've done some stalking and asked around about you." my heart was beating fast.
