Race To The Finish || z.m.

15

Let the picture above you help you with future referencing ASDFGHJKL BYEE! *runs away*

After spending about two hours at the party talking with Zayn and few other people and also playing some games, Zayn and I decided it was appropriate to leave since I had work the next day. Once getting back into Zayn's car, I requested him to drop me at the shop as I had remembered I was to grab something.

"Maya, come on! I'm not letting you walk all alone to your house at this hour." Zayn argued as we came nearer to the garage.

"Zayn, I'll be fine. I live really close remember?"

"I don't care."

"I might take a bit longer. I don't want you waiting for me since it's already so late. You've already done enough for today Zayn, go home." I pressed the button on the remote of the garage which hung on my key ring, to open it.

"But-"

"Please." I pleaded squeezing his hand. "I'll be fine, I promise. This isn't my first time."

"Fine." Zayn sighed as he brought his car inside the shop and stopped it in an empty spot.

"Thank you. Gosh you're stubborn." I chuckled. "But sweet also."

"Yeah?" he raised an eyebrow with an amused look.

"Yes." I chuckled.

"So then we can agree the jealous look suits you." Zayn says as he rests his forearm over the steering wheel of his car, a smirk on his lips.

I paused from fixing a corner of my lipgloss that had smudged and glanced at him incredulously. "Jealous?" I shook my head as I snorted to myself. "Zayn, I told you I wasn't jealous."

"And I'm just not convinced." he shrugged, his tongue skimming across his bottom lip as he stared at me and then at my lips.

I stared back and raised my eyebrow teasingly yet rolled my eyes because he thought, really thought I was jealous. Which I wasn't, obviously. I just didn't want him to mess around with ugly skank whores who would play him in the end. There was a big difference.

The car was otherwise quiet between us, just the low volume of the radio and the chill of the air conditioning in the otherwise steamy car. Steamy because with Zayn's intense stare and my own annoyance at all those girls looking and wanting him, the car could've condensed itself with fog, it was that thick.

Still I remained calm and unaffected, sitting in the passenger seat of his car side glancing at Zayn as he did the same to me and chuckled to himself when I would look away.

"Stop looking at me like that, please." I muttered, feeling my face heat with a blush at the intensive way he continued to watch me as I sat there.

"Stop hiding the truth then." he simply said and I turned towards him, my eyes squinted and my arms crossed beneath my chest.

"And what truth would that be?" I challenged him and he leaned forward, his fingertips now resting over the vent of the air conditioner whilst he looked me over. I hated how all he had to do was look my way and I was instantly tense and coiled tight without him having touched me.

I was definitely going to blame the alcohol for it and didn't care.

"That you were jealous." he came closer, each inch he neared making me become more aware of myself moving just as close. I could feel his breath near my ear when I turned away slightly, that mixed with the chilly air making goosebumps dot my skin. "That you didn't want anyone else on me, yeah?"

My thighs pressed together and I rolled my lips, breathing a little heavier as he tipped my chin towards him and brushed his thumb across my lower lip. "I already told you, it was a way of looking out for you and nothing else." I lied, my tone wavering when I felt the icy chill of his rings brush against my cheek.