[COMPLETED]
❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
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➳ ZAYN'S POV
After several hours of poker and a few drinks with everyone, I notice that my arm's hurting a little. I'm not sure if I managed to twist it funny in the sling or what, all I know is that I need to take an Advil, Tylenol or something before it gets worse.
I'm also a little irritated with the looks I'm being given, considering it's obvious that someone beat the living shit out of me. It's a serious blow to my ego—all of these dickheads now think I'm a weak little shit.
I find Drew on the other side of the basement, and I approach him as he's talking, "Can you take me home, mate?"
"Yeah, 'course." As I'm stepping towards him, I wince in pain from my shoulder, and Drew notices. "You in pain?" He questions with a concerned touch to my opposing shoulder.
I nod my head, "A little. The doctor gave me some meds for it, though."
"Let's get you home then," he gives me a worried glance, heading for the stairs. "Where's Kit? Is she coming with us?"
I shrug my shoulders before I realize, and then I end up wincing again as a shot of pain radiates through my entire arm. "Fuck," I curse, mentally scolding myself for even moving my damn shoulders. "I don't know, I haven't seen her all night."
"I think she's somewhere with Snow. Look, I'll just take you home and then if I find her later, I can give her a ride home too, no big deal."
"Sounds good, mate."
Drew leads me up the stairs, past the few that are still standing from partying, seeing as how most have passed out, or blacked out either from the drugs, the alcohol, or both. Drew takes me outside and we get into his car, heading off speeding towards my house.
"What have I forgotten about your life that's important?" I ask him, breaking the silence between us.
He laughs, "Not too much. I finally kicked your ass in a race."
"No shit," I comment, but I don't believe him. "You're lying!"
Drew smirks, "How do you know? You have amnesia, you asshole."
"I may have amnesia, but I'm not stupid, you dick."
"Whatever," he chuckles. "I had to try, right? So, what's going on with you and Ari?"
"Ari?"
"Yeah, Arielle. Are you two together?"
I furrow my eyebrows together, a little confused. Didn't I tell him earlier that I was dating Kit? "No, I'm with Kit," I reassure him. I don't know for exactly how long, because she's annoying as hell, but how do I break up with a woman who I apparently love? I think she's living with me, it's not that simple to break up with the woman.
