Crush

Chapter 2

"I'll pick you up at 7?" I hear Jack ask. The cutest guy in my school. I can't believe he actually asked me out!

"Yeah! 7 it is!" I tell him and hang up. I start screaming and dancing around.

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" My best friend Alex asks me from the door scaring me.

"Well first of all, you scared me! You should really knock, and second, why would it be a bad idea going out with the hottest guys in school?" I tells him while I sit down on my bed and look at him like his crazy.

"Well, he is 17." He tells me and sits by my side.

"And?"

"Well, it's weird that somebody much older than you asks you out." He says, I know he doesn't say it in a bad way but it hurts that he doesn't think somebody would ask me out.

"So? I'm only 5 years younger! And what would you know if you can't even get a date" I tell him standing up.

"You know what? You are right, i should go, so you can get ready." He tells me and I watch him go out my door.

I feel bad for him but he was being mean.

I got ready putting makeup and a dress and when it's 7 i am waiting outside of my house.

A car approaches and i stand up hoping it's Jack. Someone get their head out the window, and it's jack! I start to walk to the car when I feel a hard crash on my leg. I look down to see an eggshell and egg all over my leg.

A loud honk from a car wakes me up from my daydream, or flashback.

I turn around to see the driver and to my surprise it's Zayn.  He has a worried look but he doesn't say anything. I look around to see that I don't know where I am and that it's already night.

"Are you all right?" Zayn finally speaks up.

"Uhh.. Yeah, I was just walking around." I tells him.

Suddenly i feel a cold breeze and i start getting really cold.

"Then why are you crying?" I was taken back with his question, i wasn't crying. I bring my hands to my cheeks to feel them wet.

I quickly dry my cheeks and smile.

"I wasn't crying." I tell him, by the look he gives me I know he doesn't believe me, but he doesn't push it, he just opens the passengers door in his car.

"Come in." He tells me.

"What? No, don't worry I'll walk." I tell him and start looking around to try to figure out how to get to my house.

"Get in." His voice gets lower and his eyes get darker.

"Come on! You don't even know where we are." He screams when I don't get in.

I hurry into the car and close the door.

"Do you come from a party?" I ask him as soon as i see he is dressed really elegant.

"No. I come from the house." He tells me but doesn't even looks at me. His eyes locked on the street in front.

"Then you were going somewhere!" I practically scream and he slows down.

"Don't scream, your voice is ruined when you scream, you don't sound like yourself, you sound like every other girl. High pitched." He says.

I don't know if i should take that as a compliment or a bad thing.

"It's a compliment" he says reading my mind.

"And why does it matter if i was going somewhere?" He asks and joins his eyebrows together but quickly gets his face as usual.

"Well it matters because instead of going to your party or wherever you were going you are taking me home." I tell him while i look outside the window, looking the trees pass by, and letting my thoughts take over.

"Are you cold?" He asks out of nowhere.

His question is lost in all of my thoughts and it takes me some time to get the question.

"Yeah" i answer and he turns on the hot air.

"Thanks" I murmur and let the air fill my lungs and touch my skin warming it up.