P.O.V. Callie
As I listened to Mary, I looked over her shoulder to the magazines behind her. I was a maniac when we were talking about magazines. I looked quickly for M or J-14. When I spotted the M one, I looked on it and saw Zayn. This caught my attention so I wrinkled my eyes to see what was written about Zayn. I could only see «CHEATED» written in big bold letters. Wait. CHEATED? As in to cheat? WAS HE CHEATING ON ME?
- WHAT THE FUCK? I yelled as I entered in the store.
I picked up the magazine and flipped through the pages to find the article on Zayn. When I found it, I read the first few lines, saying that Zayn found the girl who could definitely change his life. «WOW that’s right!» I thought to myself sarcastically. I pulled out my phone to call him. Hopefully, he was on speed-dial! What a brain I have! I knew it would be useful someday.
- Honey, I can explain… he said, through the phone.
- EXPLAIN WHAT, ZAYN? THAT A BLOOMING PAPARAZZI SPOTTED YOU AND YOUR NEW GIRL HOLDING HAND IN THE BLOODY PARK?
- She’s not my girl. YOU are. I can explain, I swear.
- Go ahead, I’m listening. You better have a FUCKING good reason. I said, angrily.
- She’s a member of a band touring with us. He said. I have to pretend to be with her. I didn’t choose this, Call. But I have to! It’ll be for a month, only a month.
- Bad reason, ASSBAG. I said coldly, as I hung up.
I ripped the magazine as the tears were streaming down my face. I went to the cashier and put 5 box and the ripped magazine on the table and stormed out of the store.
