I drive around for a little while with Zayn in the passenger's seat, and then I drive him to his house.
"Finally, you get to drop me off at my own house, and not the other way around."
"Yeah, well don't get used to it because gas is expensive." I laugh as he leans over to give me a kiss on the lips.
"I know I know, I'm a gentleman and all that."
"Yeah you are." I smile and wait for him to get out, before I start driving back towards my house.
When I get inside, it doesn't take longer than a few seconds for my mother to ask me if I got my license.
"Yeah, I did." I proudly say.
"Can I see it?"
She doesn't ask because she doesn't believe me. She asks, because for the first time in all my eighteen years, she's finally proud of me.
"It's in the car."
"What car?"
"Oh...uhm. Zayn bought me a car."
"He bought you a car?" she exclaims, standing up from the kitchen table, shutting her laptop.
I nod. "Is that bad?"
"No it isn't! Are you pregnant or something?" she jokingly asks as she follows me out the door to go outside and look at the car. My heart drops out of my chest for a second. She stops when she sees it parked right behind hers.
"Oh! It's gorgeous! How did he have money to pay for it?"
I shrug. "He's rich."
"Keep him then." She jokes and I force a smile. "No, honestly. It's nice and all, but you have to tell him that we'll pay him back for it. Your father was going to wait until graduation to buy you this exact model. We looked at it yesterday."
I sigh, relieved. For a moment, I thought she was going to say that I have to give it back.
"Really?"
She nods. "You've been good all year and your grades are great, so why not? It was supposed to be a surprise."
"It still is, trust me."
"Can you give me Zayn's phone number?"
I fidget uncomfortably. "What for?"
"Or better yet, just invite him over! It'll be fun. Invite him over on Friday for dinner. He can even stay the night." She adds, giving me a look.
"Mum, no." I shake my head.
"Invite him over for dinner."
"Alright."
God help me.
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I drive Katherine and myself to school the next morning, and she can't shut up about how jealous she is of my new car, and the fact that Zayn bought it for me.
"How ridiculous is that? He buys you a fucking car because you passed your test. That's sugar daddy as fuck." Jake says when we meet up at his locker before first period.
I roll my eyes. "He's not my sugar daddy."
"Bitch, please. He bought you a car, he always pays. He is your sugar daddy."
I frown. "Does it look like I'm taking advantage of him? Because I don't do that. Oh God, what if he thinks I am?"
"Chillax. He doesn't. I think he gets off on paying for you and spoiling you."
