MaLuke

Chapter 14

The sun was going down way too fast than I was anticipating. Meghan and Adrienne were lounging on the couch, watching a scary movie (Adrienne's choice, Meghan usually liked action movies) and eating buttered popcorn. I suddenly wished I could stay home and do this with them. But I couldn't let Zayn down.

And pass the chance of seeing him in a tux. I shivered at the thought and brushed the images away. I randomly blow-dried my hair while staring at myself in the wall sized mirror. I bet everyone, no every girl, would be staring at us tonight. At Zayn because they love him, and me because they probably hate me, or envy, or whatever.

I put down the blow drier and continued on with my normal bathroom routine. I was putting it off, and I knew it. So finally I came out to get dress. The dress was the right size, don't know how that happened. One shouldered, and just above my ankles. I smoothed imaginary wrinkles from the dress and went to sit at my dressing table.

As if one cue, Meghan and Adrienne bust into the room. Meghan had a box in her hand covered in amber silk. A sky blue bow wrapped around it. Adrienne was staring past me and at the cosmetics. She was an expert. She took fashion classes for two years as a side subject, Meghan obviously chose woodwork, and I chose music.

"A lil' something for you." Meghan came over and dropped the box on my bed. I eyed them suspiciously before opening it. Inside lay a black pair of Jimmy Choo heels. They would definitely go well with my dress. I hugged them both before Meghan forced me down on the dressing table chair.

As Meghan hopped around the room doing MMA with the mannequin that was previously hosting my dress, Adrienne was silent and concentrated. This meant no one to talk too. I was left alone with my thoughts and the sound of the plastic mannequin being struck repeatedly from all angles and places.

The formal was going to be hosted in the gym which I had decorated. For a private school, our gym was not small. The size of a football (soccer) field I might imagine. I wonder if it would 've like the dances we had back at home. Ones where electronic beats would pound the pavement, bodies dancing until sleek sweat formed on their faces, where several (no half the student body) would smuggle beer into the school and get wasted. There was one difference though, this time, I had an escort. And he just happens to be the guy of every chicks fantasy.

"All done." Adrienne cheered. Her voice was drowned out by a flying kick to the mannequins head. Adrienne and I both turned towards the sound. A mannequin head lay on the floor.

"What? I got angry." Adrienne shook her head like a disappointed mother, and I attempted to control my laughter. Which made me shake slightly. This earned me a punch from Adrienne and a feat of laughter from Meghan.

"That's nice." Meghan said towards my face. I spun around and looked in the mirror. It was actually really nice. The tone of the makeup went well with my skin tone, and the clear gloss on my lips were shining. Adrienne was truly an expert. No wonder the school hired her to do the graduating class of two thousand and eleven. We were in tenth grade back then.

"It's wonderful. Thanks Adrienne." I couldn't help but smile at my reflection. Satisfied.

"Put on the shoes." Meghan quipped. Sent a kick to the mannequins abdomen. It rotated once, and fell onto the carpet. Looking even more lifeless than it already was.

I pulled on the four inch Jimmy Choo heels and went to the bathroom to see how I looked full length. But a knock on the door interrupted my plans. Meghan made a face.

"That would be Mr. Malik." She said with her eyebrows shooting up at the last word. I rolled my eyes and ahead stuck out her tongue at me.

"Okay?" I asked my friends. Meghan nodded, and Adrienne grinned in satisfaction.

"Perfect. He's going to have a heart attack." The both of them high-fived, then we all walked out to greet Zayn. My heart rate sped up at the thought of him in a tux. But nothing prepared me enough.

The sight of him in Burberry London black tux, and a blue tie, the exact same color as my dress, and black dress shoes made my heart stop. I blinked several times before making eye contact. He's eyes shone like diamonds in the sun, and his lips were pulled up into a breathtaking smile (I could see him biting the tips of his tongue).

"You look beautiful." He finally breathed. The complement sent shivers down my spine, and butterflies in my stomach.

"Well you look absolutely ravishing in your tux. You clean up good." I managed to find my voice and retain my dignity. Zayn had an effect on me that I never had to deal with before, and therefore, he was unpredictable. I liked that.

"Well I wanted to leave a good impression on my girlfriend." Girlfriend. It sounded so foreign yet, it was pleasant to my ears. I fought the urge to touch his finely chiseled face.

"Consider me Impressed." I took his outstretched hand, sent a quick wave to M&A, and we walked out.

We came out of the sliding doors of the building lobby. I wondered if we were going to walk to school. I don't think I could walk all the way to the school in my heels. I turned to ask Zayn but I saw him reach into his tuxedo and pull out something shiny. Car keys.

I gave him a questioning look. He shrugged slightly.

"Just because I don't live here doesn't mean I don't have a car here." He chuckled slightly as we started walking again. We got to the sidewalk and get clicked the car key button to unlock the car and disengage the alarm. But t wasn't the sleek move that caught my eye, it was the beauty that had it's taillights blinking twice.

"That's your car." I blinked, surprise clear in my voice. He chuckled slightly and took my hand (where my blue corsage was) and led me towards his 2014 Corvette Stingray. The sleek black, and glossy paint shone under the illuminated street lights. I was in love with this car.

"Why are you looking at my car with that face?" He asked pouting handsomely in amusement. He was enjoying me drooling over his car. I shut my mouth and licked my lips to bring my head around. It was hard to take my eyes off it. The car was practically not supposed to be on sale.

"How'd you get this car?"

"I bought it, how else?" He was clearly amused.

"It's not even supposed to be out!" I practically choked out.

"About that. My father is the designer for Corvette cars." That explains a lot. But not everything.

"Then why do you live in some apartment? You could live in a penthouse or something." We reached the car and he opened my door, ushering me inside before sliding into the driver seat.

"I moved there to get closer to you." He said with a wink before he revved the engine and pulled onto the road. I was speechless. Did he 'really? I couldn't rap my head around it, and I couldn't comprehend it. The five minute walk, turned into a fifteen minute drive from all the Friday traffic. I cherished every moment in this car, and vowed that I would buy a car myself when I turned eighteen next week.

"You're not joking right?" I asked tentatively. I looked at him sideways.

"'Bout?"

"You know? Moving?" He cracked a smile.

"I'd move to the slums if you lived there." He laughed. And I couldn't resist laughing to that melodious sound. My spirits felt lifted whenever I heard it. "By definition, I think your the most beautiful, talented, and amazing girl I've ever met."

That was the best line, I have ever heard in my life. A smile spread across my face as he placed a small kiss on my temple.

"Let's go."

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Authors Note:

So sorry bout the late upload. Please don't kill me, and keep reading.

Peace!

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