MaLuke

Chapter 29

I stood, mouth open for what seemed like eternity. That explained a lot of things. One being that Zayn ditched me for her, two being Wendy adding extra hate to me, and three being that she was so possessive of him.

I felt slight pang in my heart when the realization presented itself to me. Zayn was already someone else's. I couldn't have him, no matter how much I wanted to. I felt tears welling up behind my eyes, I willed them to go back and I struggled to pull myself together. I felt the urge to punch the girl across her face, and I could've. But it wouldn't gave changed anything.

I put my hand to the back of my jeans. My keys were still there. Good, I was getting out of here. Now! I turned around and left the private bar. People were starting to disperse, although there was still a couple hundred still hanging around. I shrugged, it's not my fault they're this wasted.

Leaving the club, I resisted the urge to run for my car. Meghan and Mary didn't follow me to my car, and I appreciated that. They knew that I needed to think right now, alone. I went inside the bugatti and closed the door. The tears let loose as soon as I sat down on the seat.

I cried until I felt that I couldn't cry anymore. I shed the tears for all that had happened. All the bad things that happened between Zayn and I. All the tormenting I took. Most of all, I cried at all of Zayn and I's memories. Because I knew we could never have anything together. We were never meant to be together.

The most confusing part was why he even proposed to her. Blackmail? Possible. Except it didn't make any sense for Zayn to get scared of such things. Zayn comes from a wealthy family. I'm pretty sure he could sue anybody that threatens him. So why did he have to propose to her? And why did he have to lead me on like that? I felt my eyes try to produce tears, but couldn't. Tears could not come. I cleared my throat and put my keys into the key hole and proceeded to start the engine. A knock from the window glass caught my attention. I looked out to see Zayn standing outside staring at the tinted glass of my car.

I opened the door and stepped out, coming face to face with him. He didn't say anything, rather just pulled me towards him in a hug. I could've cried if I had tears. Apparently, Zayn still had. His body was raking with sobs as he held onto me tightly. I wrapped my hands around his waist and he buried his face into my neck. Chills ran down my spine. I blamed the cold. And Zayn!

"Khaimon I'm so, so sorry." He sobbed. This was a new emotional side of him that I have never seen.

"Zayn it's okay. I understand." Okay no, I didn't understand shit. How do you explain your boyfriend proposing to the school slut (who is your enemy)? It's some crazy Shit.

"No, you don't understand!" He said pulling back a bit. What an understatement. "I owe you an explanation."

"You do." I nodded. He hugged me again before letting me go and drying off his eyes. I smiled at him, and despite his state, he smiled back to me his killer smile. His smile lifted my heart.

"Let's go home." He said. He gestured me to get in the passenger side. I gave him an incredulous look.

"What about your car?" I asked him. He grinned lightly.

"I told Meghan to take my car. She and Mary left with it." He stated. Meghan was probably driving around like a maniac. Okay that's a bit harsh, since Meghan knew how to drive before me. Ironic.

"You just handed her your keys?" I asked in disbelief.

He shrugged. "I guess so." He lifted me up bridal style and carried me to the other side of the bugatti. I didn't complain, all the crying had drained me physically. Today -it was another day already- was a lot to take in. He held me in one hand and opened the door with the other. He sure was strong, because I was no stick figure. Settling into the seat, I watched Zayn go around the car and enter the driver side. Since the engine was on, he just released the hand brakes and we pulled out of the street.