Mirrors (A Zayn Malik fan-fiction)

Stress only makes habits harder to break

Chapter 11: Stress only makes habits harder to break

 

(Back to Zayn’s POV)

 

 

It took a lot to do that but it was partly for the act of the bad breakup. But Toby really disgusted me. The thought that Toby was grinding on me was just too much. I don’t think I could take much more of this. I sat at the back of the class, glaring at the teacher. I wished this day would just go by quickly, and to my luck, it did.

I was on my way out of the school when I heard two voices talking in an empty classroom.

“I’ve been feeling guilty lately…It went too far. I didn’t know you’d end up liking him so much.”

I stopped by the door to listen.

“But why now?” The other voice said

I assumed that he shrugged.

“I just saw how bad he was treating you and I think I should keep up my end of the bargain.”

The other guy gasped and I couldn’t help but wonder who it was.

“Why the sudden interest in it though?”

“Curious. I guess…I’ve seen it a couple of times…”

“So…uh…do we uh…..first?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

I didn’t hear any more conversation after that. Just small sounds. What the hell!? I heard the movement of feet against the ground and furniture.

A long moan caused my head to snap up. I had to see what was going on in there but my feet wouldn’t move.

“Fuck Toby.” Someone groaned

I craned my neck to see what was going on. I wished I didn’t.

There were two guys with one, who looked like Toby, up against the wall. The other guy had black hair and a toned back. I tried to keep my eye line up, not wanting to be scarred for life.

“Is it usually this tight?” The other guy said

“Don’t talk Domonic. Just f –“

I closed my ears and pushed myself away from the door. I felt like vomiting. That was absolutely revolting. And the worst part is, it was Domonic.

While backing out of the school I tried to erase the memories and sounds I saw a minute ago. I walked home and as I approached the front door, I noticed a girl with brown hair waiting by it.

“Can I - ,” I started to ask, “Jade?”

The young girl turned around, revealing to be my best friend.

“Oh, hey Zayn, I was just checking up on you.”

I crossed in front of her and unlocked the door and invited her inside.

“Everything okay?” I asked her, dropping my bag

“Could we talk upstairs?” She said, noticing Wayhlia watching TV

I nodded and we went upstairs, I shut the door behind her and when I turned around Jade was collapsed on the bed. She looked like a conflicted bunny. I chuckled.

“Why are you laughing?” She asked confused

“Your facial expression.”

“I only look like this because I don’t know how to comfort you.”