savior ≫ z.m. [completed]

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"Who's Liam?" I ask on the car ride back. I can tell Zayn is still riled up by the look on his face, and his tight grip on the steering wheel.

"He's just a friend of mine,"

"Oh," I'm not sure what else to say.

"Did he try anything else on you?" he asks roughly.

"What makes you think he did?" I look at Zayn in shock. Shouldn't he trust his 'friend'?

"Nevermind," he sighs with relief. I can basically see his entire being deflate like a balloon.

Zayn halts his car in front of my house and I tilt my head to the side, inspecting his perfectly symmetrical face. Something was up, but I guess I'll let it slide this time.

"So I'll see you tomorrow at school," I say, and he nods.

"Yeah," he responds. I get out of the car and slam the door, waving to Zayn.

I walk inside and immediately notice something different with the house.

There is absolutely no dust on anything anymore. No clothes strewn all around the couches, no empty pizza boxes and unwashed plates. No beer bottles. The house looked clean.

"Oh hi sweetie," my mother comes down the stairs, wearing an apron and her hair in a bun. "I made pasta. It's on the stove,"

What is happening?

"Aren't you supposed to be passed out drunk on the couch?" I say, a little harshly. She frowns at me but doesn't say anything.

"Hey Callie," Jake yawns and steps out of the living room.

"Where were you these past few days?" I scold. He just disappeared so I just assumed he ran off again. He shrugs.

"Out with some super chill people I met at the bar,"

"Who are they?" I interrogate. If they were the people that tried to take advantage of me I'm going to punch a wall.

"Josh and Sandy," he says with another bored yawn. As if on cue, two guys about Jake's age step out. They're both decked out in tattoos, piercings, looking like your typical punk. I sigh internally. Not those creeps at the bar the other day.

"Thanks for having us for dinner, Ms. Montgomery, it was really nice," one of them says with a thick British accent.

Why does everyone suddenly have a British accent?

They step out the door, saying goodbye.

"Oh, that was wonderful! They really are lovely people," my mom gushes and Jake rolls his eyes, going upstairs to his room, leaving me alone with my mom.

"So Callie, I hope you like alfredo," she smiles. This is so weird.

"Yeah, I do. Thanks," I say and head to the kitchen. I don't want to talk to my mom any more than I have to.

My mom comes into the kitchen and starts to wash the dishes, humming some crap song I've heard on the radio a billion times. I shove the pasta down my throat and eye my mom suspiciously. This is NOT my mom. It can't be.

"I'm going to go upstairs and do some homework," I abandon my dinner and run up to my room without giving my mom another glance.

~

The next day, I slam my locker shut and head to first period, sadly without Zayn. I walk into class right as the bell rings and take my usual seat as the loner at the back of the room.

"Hello class," the teacher walks in and starts the lesson. About halfway through class, we're interrupted when the door swings open and the principal steps in. He talks to the teacher and walks out, but enters again shortly with another person.

"Class, this is our new student Liam. Please make him feel welcome," my head snaps up and sure enough, I spot Liam's attractive face smirking at me,

"Fantastic! Liam, why don't you take a seat next to Ms. Montgomery?" the teacher gestures over at the seat next to me and I panic a little. Liam makes his way over to me and slides into the seat, clearly amused at the situation.

"Hey babe," he says with a small laugh.

"Hi," is all I can really say.

"Ms. Montgomery, would you show Liam where we are in the lesson?" the teacher asks. I slide Liam's textbook off his desk and flip to the correct page. When I move to return the

book, I notice Liam holding my sketchbook. He flips through it, awed at every single drawing.

"These are..." Liam stares at my terrible pieces of art with admiration.

"They're nothing, really," I try to take it back but he moves it away from my reach.

"Callie, seriously, these are amazing," He hands it back to me, and I shrug. They're honestly nothing special.

I flip back to the drawing I was working on and notice a small slip of paper sticking out of the sketchbook. I pull it out and as I guessed, it was Liam's phone number.

I flip the piece of paper around, 'call me babe xx' scribbled on the back. I look back at Liam and he winks, before turning back to the front of the room and actually paying attention to class.

What the hell is going on with my life?