These are just some scenes that were sent to the "Useless Scenes" Folder on my laptop.
Chapter Four: Brownies
"Are you gonna rape me?"
"Yep," Zayn said, slipping out of the car and unbuckling his pants belt. I stared in horror as he slipped it off and threw it on the ground. By the time he walked around the car hood and opened my door, I was frantically panicking. My whole body was shaking as I willed myself not to crap my pants. Zayn rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm not gonna rape you, you idiot!"
Chapter Seven: 1-800-Ruin-My-Date
I jokingly wink at Nelson, watching as he freezes in his spot. Max, who is scanning the menu, doesn't seem to notice. As he walks by our table, I grab his hand. Throughout our date, I give Nelson subtle hints. At one point, I stand up and head towards the bathroom, catching Nelson's eye. As I near the empty hallway, Nelson pushes me against the wall. I slap him across the face.
"I'm straight, you dirty bastard!" I shout.
Chapter Ten: A Glass Angel
"No you don't care!" Max yells at Javier, pushing a piece of hair back. "You didn't show up to my first grade graduation, you jerk! Mom said you were too busy planning a party for me, which sucked balls!" Max says, strutting towards the door.
It was a big mistake.
The moment she was about to grab the door handle, the door flew open, knocking her down. An old lady on an electric scooter came out, her wrinkles scaring the shit out of me. Javier and I watch as she runs Max's leg over, causing her to scream in pain. We both turn to each other.
"So, have you ever considered a son, Mr. Chase?"
Chapter Twelve: Louis To The Rescue
"Guys, there is something I have to tell you," I say, grabbing Louis and Zayn's arms. I pause in the middle of the hallway, causing a traffic jam. But who the fuck cares, I'm Maxxon Napoleon Dynamite Chase. And I forgot my chap-stick at home.
Louis raises an eyebrow at me, encouraging me to go on. "I'm pan-sexual."
"What?!" Zayn screams, yanking his hand out of my grasp. I look down in shame.
"I'm sorry, I'm in love with pans; not you, Zayn," I whisper.
Chapter Fifteen: Apartments
"Who the fuck told you that?" I yell at Zayn, who was accusing me of calling him a man-lady. It was obviously a lie, considering I would never use that kind of language. Zayn stares back at me in pure anger, his golden eyes staring me down.
"I don't know, your mother!"
"My mum is fucking dead --"
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard --
"Hello?" Zayn says, raising his cell phone to his ear. "No, no, no. I want my sandwich to be perfect! The ham goes before the cheese and after the lettuce. No! I do not want tomatoes on it. Yeah, yeah. I'm in the middle of sitting in my jacuzzi. 'Coz I'm fucking rich. Bye," Zayn says, hanging up. The silence fills the air.
"Why wasn't I invited to your jacuzzi?" I murmur, toying with a pillow.
Chapter Sixteen: The Adventures of Zayn and Niall
"Well, before Max comes home and kills us, we should film a movie," I suggest. Niall agrees. Soon enough, Louis is at Max's house with his crappy camera and megaphone that he mysteriously has.
"Okay, Zayn will be playing the role of Louis Sexy Beast Tomlinson, Niall will be playing Zayn Creep Malik, and this mop will be playing Niall Cutie Horan," Louis reads out. Niall and I nod, heading to our positions. Louis takes a seat on the chair. "Okay, Zayn," He says into the megaphone. "We're at the scene where you kiss Sexy Beast kisses Creep's sister and Cutie confesses his love for her." I nod. "Action!"
I kiss the Barbie doll Louis said was Creep's sister. Niall slaps it out of my hand. "What are you doing to my sister?" He shouts and what I assume is my voice. He picks up the mop, shaking it. "Yeah, I'm in love with her," He says in a slightly higher pitch voice that is supposed to be his own. I gasp.
"Cut! That was horrible!" Louis says, getting off his chair.
Those are all the deleted scenes I wanted to share with you all right now, considering the rest are poorly written. Enjoy those while I start the next chapter. x
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