Twinning

Chapter 26

I promised Niall I'd hang out with him today, so we agree to meet at the park. I walk out to the bench and I see Niall already waiting for me there.

"Hey!" I walk up to him, happily. He smiles wide and I take a seat next to him.

"How are you holding up?" He asks me, genuinely. I can't help but laugh and shrug.

"Alright, I guess." I furrow my eyebrows, "what's the worst thing you heard about me today?" I ask, curiously.

"I heard that you did it with the whole football team." He laughs and so do I.

"Someone told me that I'd be a cheap prostitute." He laughs again and I can't help but crack a smile.

"They also made some jokes about this Luke kid?" I laugh once again.

"Yeah that's the kid I have sex with at the back of the school every day." He rolls his eyes and leans back on the bench,

"But seriously. Who is he?"

"Some kid I run into when I want to get away. Seems like we have the same hiding spot from class." I smile a bit. "He's a nice kid."

"You like him?"

"Nah." I shake my head, no. He's just a friend.

"Have you talked to Harry?" He asks me, curiously.

"No. I think we're over." I admit, sadly. He gives me a sad smile and wraps an arm around me.

"I'm really sorry, Jen. Is there anything I can do to help?" I sigh and shake my head, no.

"Do you remember when I first met the twins?" I ask. He laughs and nods his head,

"At my brothers pool party." I laugh,

"Yeah... Eighth grade. God those were the days." I smile, thinking about those times. They were so much simpler.

"Well look who it is, blondie." I hear a cold voice speak from behind us. I take a deep breath and look behind us to see Zayn Malik. I immediately grab hold of Niall's hand, but I don't know why. As soon as I realize it, I just glance at him and pull away, quickly. He looks at me, a soft blush paints his cheeks, before he turns his head to Zayn.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"Well, that was the bench I was going to sit on. But looks like you're here..."

"And so am I." He turns to me and smirks,

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind any guy sitting on you, now would you?" This actually throws me off guard. I didn't think Zayn would be one to make low blows such as that. I am so much in shock that I don't respond. "See? You're not protesting. So it must be true."

"Now, hang on! You know Jennifer just as much as I do and we both know she'd never do shit like that." Niall speaks up, with much more confidence than I've ever heard him have with Zayn.

"Oh. You know her as well as I do? Or you think you know. You've spent so long admiring her from afar that you were blind to the shit she got herself into." Zayn argues.

"That's a lie. She is a good person. Lou sees it too."

"Oh. Your new best friend, Louis, huh?" He scoffs, "he's just being nice to you because of your fucking bodyguard, Jen. If it wasn't for her, we'd beat your ass every day."

"At least he believes when his friends tell him the truth."

"The truth? Jennifer is a fucking liar. Whatever she's told you to get out of her mess is a fucking lie. I asked Marcel, myself."

"Marcel is a pervert, and he came close to actually raping me last night." I speak up.

"No. You came on to him. We all know it." Zayn shakes his head and laughs a bit. "Y'know, I never thought I'd have to deal with you breaking Harry's heart. And with his own brother. You're sick." I jump up from the bench and stare him straight in the face.

"You're sick for believing what Marcel says! He's trying to turn everyone against me. No one believes my side, I get it. But damnit do not say that I broke Harry's heart."

"It's true. Haven't you seen him recently? I've never seen him this bad." My chest tightens and I kneel one knee on the bench. "Next time, control your fucking hormones AND use a condom. Do you even know what those are? Or do you always go without?" Zayn scoffs once again as he walks away.

"Next time believe your friends and what they say." I say, bitterly. This stops him and he turns back around.

"You're saying that you didn't have sex with Marcel?"

"I'm a fucking virgin don't you understand?" I say, breathlessly.

"That's funny. Great joke."

"I never wanted any of this to happen!" I exclaim, horrified.

"Never wanted your dirty little secret to get out?" I just stare at him, emotionless.

"Imagine someone almost forcing you to have sex with them, making sure you get caught by your boyfriend, and then they go and tell everyone that you came onto them and making themselves look like the victim. I am honestly scared of Marcel. I don't know what might happen next time I'm alone with him and I am terrified."

"Try telling that to Harry, you little slut." He spits the words at me. I don't even know what to say.

"What makes you think it's true?" I challenge him.

"I know you, Jennifer. You wouldn't be able to control yourself in a situation like that."

"Excuse me? You don't know me at all if you think I'm a slut. You barely know me at all. Harry knows me the best so don't you dare say anything about me."

"Marcel knows you the best, well, your body, anyway." I take in a deep breath and just look down at Niall who is giving me a sympathetic look. "What was that look, huh? Have you gotten with Niall, too?"

"You're such a jerk." I shake my head.

"So how much, Jen? I might as well get some action, too." My jaw drops open and I just stare at him in disgust.

"Are you being serious?" I ask.

"Hell yeah. I mean, I'd love to get some of that." His eyes scan over my body as he bites his lower lip. "Niall, how good is she in bed?" He asks, but his eyes never leave my body. He's just as bad as Marcel.

"I wouldn't know." He responds, dryly. "And neither would anyone else."

"That's funny. So, Jen, what do ya say? My house? Tomorrow night?" The conversation has turned so fast and I can feel my stomach twisting up into knots. "Just text me how much and we'll get some payment sorted out." He licks his lips as his eyes explore my body.

"Burn in hell." I say and I turn back around and sit down next to Niall. I can hear his bone chilling chuckle as he walks away. We're silent for a while as I collect my thoughts.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Niall suggests and I shrug. "Do you want to be left alone?" He asks. I shake my head, no. He just sighs and readjusts in his seat.

"I'm sorry for everything, Niall." He immediately shakes his head, no.

"There's absolutely nothing to apologize for. If anything, people should be apologizing to you. You did nothing wrong." I smile and nod.

"Thank you, Niall." I smile a bit as I rest my head on his shoulder.