"Whatdoya wanna do?" zayn asks giving me a side glance as we pull out from the parking lot, a parking lot full of extremely flash cars.
"I don't mind" I mutter mutely, still pissed off at "management"
"You know I'm just as pissed at not being aloud in there special meeting as you are meggie"
Just pour some lemon on the cut why don't you?
"I know" I turn my head haughtily out the window, it's not like he's not being filled in later, I didn't ask for a babysitter.
Although due to the whole reverse-physiology thingy, maybe asking for one would have got me left to myself for a few hours. but like I'd ever ask for a babysitter, even if I was playing the reverse-physiology game.
"Ok then it's settled, thanks for your input, we're going bowling" he mocks freely as we swerve dangerously away from the footpath.
Yes the footpath.
"Sorry" he mutters sheepishly, "still on my learners"
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"Size 7" I prop my elbows up on the counter resting my head on my heads as I try to focus through the pounding darkness of bright, colourful lights.
"Small feet much" zayn laughs as he leans down next to me, eyeing the back of the sweaty bowling worker as he grabs my shoes.
"Just coz I don't have monster feet" I laugh, the music pounding loudly almost drowning away my voice.
"You?" the worker drops the shoes with a bang into the counter and lifts a heavy eyebrow at zayn.
"Size..." The music hits an ultimate high drowning away the last of zayns sentance as bright lights dance in my eyes. "Over there" he leans over my shoulder and points towards an empty alley towards the back. nodding I head over grabbing a green bowling ball along the way.
"C'Mon!" I mutter darkly as the ball hits the gutter, 5 strikes in a row and then a gutter ball? placing my hand angrily on my hip I spin on my heel towards where zayn stands smirking as he leans against the bowling ball dispenser, holding a large blue ball effortlessly in his free hand.
"Nice one" he smirks wider as I stalk past him, the idiotic bowling shoes clunking on the wooden floor.
Glancing towards me once again, he struts towards the alley, and hits a rather clumsy 4.
Well it's better than a gutter ball I guess.
"Nice one" I yell sarcastically over the screaming music.
"Shut it horan" he yells back over his shoulder, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Hey Meggie-Tia" a menacing grunt from across the alley echoes in my ears, screaming through my mind.
Oh shit.
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