Secretly Texting [z.m.] ✅

Twenty-one

[A M B E R]

It had been a little bit over a month since that whole incident. I had gotten four more little drawings, and a couple more snarky remarks from Zayn himself, which didn't help his case whatsoever.

Sierra walked past me, and I looked at my locker, avoiding her gaze. Zayn had only kissed me about a week and a half ago now, and after I had this whole fight inside my head about if or how I should forgive him or not, I decided that it might be a good idea. So, the day after, which was only a week ago, I told Sierra about it and asked her what I should do.

She acted like a bitch.

"You want to forgive him?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows, "like... just like that? No dramatic scene or speech about how he needs to win you over?"

I bit my lip, giving a shrug, "Well, I hadn't planned on it. I honestly am starting to think that was he did wasn't so bad since he feels the same way about me. He likes me back, so why not forgive him and try seeing how things go off."

Sierra rolled her eyes, "What the hell, Amber. You can't just forgive him. Then he'll think that he can do what he wants with you and that you'll just forgive and forget," she pointed out.

I raised my eyebrows, slowly shaking my head, "Uhm, no... He knows for a fact that he can't do shit with me. I give him just as much shit as he to me. He acts like a jerk, I act like a bitch right back. He knows I'm no ones slave or shit. He's even kissed me and I pushed him away-"

"He kissed you?!" Sierra exclaimed, "what the shit?! You didn't tell me this?!"

I shrugged, "Not that important. I pushed him away," I chuckled.

She shook her head, grimacing, "It sure as hell is important. Who the fuck cares if you pushed him away. He still kissed you. We should get Louis to like kick his ass or something- oh or Jamie! We'll tell him that Zayn kissed you when you didn't want to and he'll go nuts on the asshole-"

"He's not really an asshole, Ser," I cut in.

She scoffed, "Yeah he is. Isn't he like fuckboy central?" he waved her hand up.

"Not really. From what I know he only had like one girlfriend."

"Explains why he's messed up so much trying to get you," she chuckled as she crossed her arms.

I put my hands on my hips, "He didn't screw up that much. I mean, sure he made some mistakes but he's actually really nice if you're not on his bad side. In the past month he's like made these little drawings of me and put them in my locker. I feel-"

"Wait, what?" Sierra interrupted me again. "You didn't tell me about that. Why didn't you? I could've taken over this whole thing and you could've been seen as like the it-girl who made the ass fight for his girl. You never tell me anything god damn," she scoffed.

I crossed my arms this time, my jaw dropping, "Sierra, I tell you just about everything that happens in my life. And yeah, I did tell you about the drawings. But you were too involved in drooling over that sophomore Max that you seemed to not even be interested in listening to what I tell you."

"Excuse you?"

"Excuse me? Don't you start with that."

"No!" she shrieked, "I mean excuse you! For not telling me shit. I haven't been drooling over him and I'd like to take the time to say that you've never told me about that so don't try making up lies. At least I'm not the one wearing tank tops in the winter and have a rainbow on your head. If I'm being honest, you dress like a slut," she placed her hand on her hip.