Chapter 16
Ariel's POV
I walked down the main hallway of the school. This where most people would hang out between periods. I was greeted occasionally by people that I had never even met before, people that I haven't even met before. It was foreign to me. I was only greeted by friends, and friends only. I would get lots of whistles and rude comments. I don't know how Zayn does this. Seriously. I hate the attention.
It's going to be all worth it later, Ariel.
I stood by my first class, patiently, ignoring all of the male population here. Fuck off, seriously. I waited for the bell to ring when I saw Melanie rushing over to me.
Stay calm, Ariel.
"May I help you?" I asked her.
"You know why I'm here." She said, bitterly.
"I'm not a mind reader, sweetheart. I don't know why you're here, actually." Even though I knew exactly why she was here.
"First Zayn, now Jacob? You just can't have enough, can you?" She asked.
I scoffed, "Says the girl who would open her legs for anyone that has a dick." I said.
"And how exactly did you find out anyway?" I asked. Who else knew?
"Zayn." She smirked.
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