Pulse

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DAKOTAS POV

As many weeks past, Jenna and Harry seem to be a thing or whatever. Zayn and Leigh seems to be together now and from what J told me it's was bound to happen since freshmen year and Niall and I...well I dont know what we are. I havent slept with him which I know he wants me to but Im not going to.

Kinda of pisses me off that Zayn and Leigh are together because I dont want them to be together, actually I want to be with Zayn..But Niall is carefree and doesnt give a shit and I kind of like him too. I dont think I like him as much as Zayn but he actually has balls and decided to actually make a fucking move.

Zayn would do things like kiss Leigh harder or longer when he would be around me and he smiles at me...I just want to punch him in the face he upsets me so much. I do things also, but I dont think it hurts him as much as it hurts me; when he does stuff to spite me. But he shows zero emotions, so even if he was hiding his hurt his pretty fucking good.

I slam my locker door and Jenna surprise me by being on the other side, "Im sorry. It's just-" I start to say. "No. No. Its okay, I just wanted to talk to you about something." Jenna walks beside me and side hugs me. "I know you wont say yes but hear me out okay," I dont look at her, I know it has something to do with Zayn and I want no part of it. "Im having a bonfire at my grandparents farm and they wont be home and since break is almost here, I want to see everyone once more before we all leave for holiday." Jenna since the day Ive met her changed, changed incredibly much. Not too much, I mean first and foremost; Harry is the first boy she's dated that isnt in some geek club or football team with cocky attitude and she tells me, their hook up, was because of me.

She smokes, daily. J hooked her up with a supplier since shes underage and cant buy cigs.

Her clothes, however havent changed and I admire that. She always dress up in cute bows and pink clothes. My style goes along with Jaeden and Leigh is always casual; which makes me angry because her hair is always in natural curls and she wears jeans and scarfs and looks pretty everyday. Effortlessly pretty, I wish I could have a body like hers and expically her hair...and not to mention her boyfriend.

"So? Is it a yes or no?" Jenna puts on a pout face and I laugh, "I dont care, yeah. Sure." She hugs me and almost picks me up, "Yay! Thank you so much! I love you!" Shes happy so I try to force a smile. We hear Nialls laugh and turn to see his around a bunch of girls, Jenna frowns, "Doesnt that upset you?" I want to say yes, because it should but it doesnt, "Nope." I say tugging at my jackets buttons.

I keep walking towards the halls of teenagers either keeping their heads down or sucking on someones face. "I'd say you were lying but I cant tell your not. It makes sense. You dont like him...thats bad you know." I look straight ahead but Jenna continues, "You and Zayn need to stop acting like middle schoolers and stop hurting people by leading them on by acting like you care about them when really youre using them just to make eachother jealous...when in reality you two want eachother." I dont say anything and Jenna finally walks away letting out a fustrating sigh.

As I turn the conner to go to art, I bump into Zayn and my art book and stencil case falls. He trys to help but I stop him, "Just get the fuck away," He doesnt budge and helps me anyways. I hate him so much. The bell rings and I give up picking up my colors because my eyes are blurry and it takes me a moment to realize that Im crying. I just sit on the floor as the halls empty expect for Zayn. "Why are you still here." I pathetically choke out. "Your crying, Im not going to leave you on the floor crying." I wipe a tear off my cheek, how did I let him see me so weak? So fucking dumb, I think to myself. "Your help isnt wanted here, just fuck you and just go away." When he does leave me, I get even more angry; how could he just leave me? I told him to get away and he stayed, why didnt he stay the second time?

I know it doesnt make sense, I just want to blame him for everything. This is his fault anyways. I pick up my book and case and decide to just skip art and go to my car instead.

It isnt serious, I keep telling myself. I keep telling myself, to stop crying like a bitch and suck it up.But I just cant and I dont know what to do.

I decide to call Dalton and to my surprise he answers.

"Are you home?" I quietly say.

"No, I'm in the bathroom at school. Are you okay? Where are you?"

I don't say anything because I don't know exactly why I called him, and as if he read my mind he asks if I'm in my car, when I tell him I am; he comes from the backdoors of the school within 10 minutes and sits in my passenger seat.

"You look horrible, your eye makeup or whatever is everywhere." He jokes and lights a cig.

"Yeah. Ha-ha."

"Gonna tell me what's wrong?"

I lay my head back and close my eyes,

"I make friends, a group of them. Im not the Dakota I was at our old school. It's like starting a painting on a blank canvas. But the old Dakota creeps in, tells me horrible things. Im not her. Im not a piece of shit and since dad fuck up with mom, it doesn't mean every guy is bad. I even forgive Conor. But Zayn, his nice. I can tell and shy, too shy and too quiet. He talked to me when I first came here, and then stopped after the whole party I went to and we talked again. And now his with some girl and I'm with some guy and I don't think he likes her but he probably does but I don't like who I'm with not in the way I like Zayn at least. And it's upsetting because I want to be with him but I can't and I want to and I don't know how that makes sense."

When I stop talking, I'm out of breath and Dalton's eyes are connected to something above me when I open my eyes. I pull my head up to see what his looking at and in all flesh and blood and dressed in black head to toe with dark eyes and something in his hand is, Zayn.