Life With Mr. Malik (ON HOLD)

Chapter 11: It's Official

"Oh, come on. It's not like what I did was that bad." I told Kelsey as I handed her another dress from outside the dressing room. We were at the mall, getting her something to wear for her cousin, George's wedding this weekend. It was going to be a beach wedding so, she told me, and I quote, her dress needed to match the waves of the sea.

And being Kelsey's best friend since middle school taught me one thing.

She was going to go overboard.

So, if she showed up to the wedding with a fishbowl for a hat in a dress wired up to produce actual wave sounds, I wouldn't be surprised at all.

Don't give her that idea though.

I heard Kelsey snort. "Wasn't that bad? Miles, you sprinted towards your house right after Zayn confessed his love for you." She pointed out and I could very well picture her smirking.

Nobody smirks at Miles Everley!

NOBODY.

Well . . .

Unless you're Leonardo DiCaprio . . .

Because aye papi, that tamale can smirk!

Me-ow!

"Fine," I snapped myself out of my thoughts, "it was a little bad."

"You mean really bad." She corrected as she pulled the fifth dress she was trying on for the day over her head.

I gasped. "Kelsey, you're my best friend which means you're supposed to be my support system here. You shouldn't be nagging me and telling me what I did wrong . . . I got my mom for that!"

She laughed. "Think about it. This guy is that 'it' guy a million girls from all around the world are chasing. They'd do just about anything to be in the position you're in, and you  . . . You reject the affection he so adorably showed you and—"

This lady sure didn't know when to quit.

"Okay, I think I got the point?" I snapped.

And after a few adjustments, Kelsey opened the door to let me take a look and honestly, the girl looked absolutely great! The faded blue dress fell all the way down to her knees and hugged her figure perfectly. I didn't need to be Tyra Banks to know that this dress was the one.

"You look so beautiful. I wish I could pull off that look." I said, fixing the overturned straps on her shoulders.

She looked at me like I was retarded. "You're kidding, right? Miles, you've got Zayn hanging by a thread wrapped around your finger."

I laughed, slapped her cheek in a playful manner and immediately rubbed it when I realized it went a little too hard. "Only God knows what that guy found attractive in me. I mean, look at me!" I gestured to myself from head to toe. "I'm a mess. My hair looks like it just got torpedoed. I'm emotionally unstable and hungry 99% of the time. And I lied to my mom about me having a summer job. Right now, she thinks I'm working at Rosie's Diner." I groaned and slumped to the ground, the pile of dresses scattered on the floor.

Kelsey looked at me sympathetically before sitting down next to me. "I know what's really bothering you."

"Just because you watch Dr. Phil all the time, it doesn't mean you have everything figured out, Kels." I joked to lighten up the mood.

I detested drama.

It was just so . . . dramatic.

She rolled her eyes at me, shaking her head. "I may not have everything figured out but I have you figured out, Miles. You're scared because you think you're not good enough for Zayn. You think the second another girl who was prettier and more suited to his lifestyle came into the scene, Zayn will bolt straight out the door."