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Chapter 28

Long chapter! Annoyingly abrupt ending, sorry. The chapter was getting too long.

BTW: Justin (the guy youll meet in this chapter) is played my Chad Michael Murray, the guy who plays Austin Ames - the main guy - in A Cinderella Story.

It didn't make sense! It wasn't-. . .It wasn't flowing right. It was all so. . . so forced. I mean, sure, from a distance it looked great - she looked great, but none of it felt right. This was my third attempt. I finally had to tell myself that it wasn't going to feel right and that this wasn't about me. It's about her.

I felt her arms around me, my frustration only skyrocketing. "Pez," I sighed.

"What are you working on?" she smirked against my ear. I felt her peak over my shoulder. "Oh Zayn, it's beautiful!"

She let go of me and snatched the page from underneath my pencil. She gawked at it as I began to tremble.

"I didn't know you were. . ." her voice trailed off as my angry thoughts filled my brain. They drenched me and there was no drying off from it. She continued to ramble as every nerve in my body itched and screamed to tear the page into pieces or throw something.

I shot up from my seat and headed to the closet. Grabbing my jacket, I sought out my keys and stormed to the door.

"Zayn!" Perrie shouted. It had not occured to me that she was frightfully trying to gain my attention. I took a deep breath before looking at her. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were red. "Where are you going?"

I thought long and hard about my answer. My feet knew where they were going before my brain reconnected to my body. Now that I was concious, I had no idea where to go besides my feet's intial destination.

USF was a five minute drive away, and about a twenty minute walk. I didn't feel like driving. That took concentration that I couldn't risk losing. The nearest pack of cigarettes was about a block away in a petrol station. The closest bottle of Jack Daniel's was three blocks from there in a heavily barred liquor store.

"I'll call you when I get there." I closed the door behind me and made my way down stairs to the lobby. My face went as numb as my heart when the cold winter breeze slapped me.

*

My ears were nonexistent. My fingers burned and my nose refused to stop running. I yearned to just lay in a bed with a cup of coffee and my journal opened to a blank page. But I had already walked the few miles, and it'd be pointless to just leave without getting something in return.

The door swung open and her bloodshot eyes widened. "Zayn!" she gasped.

"Can I come in?" I asked, shivering.

Her eyes continued to stare at me before she made up her mind on whether she would be stupid or weak to let me in. Eventually she sniffled and tore her gaze off of me. Her red cheeks enhanced her vulnerability and her unbrushed hair framed that so naturally - as though it'd been playing that role for days now. . . I knew it had. . .

I stepped into the dorm and Margaret sat on her bed with her nose in a familiar Monet book. "What section are you on?" I asked her.

She lifted her head and her face seemed to brighten. "Chapter five," she smiled. "I've always had a thing for landscapes. They're my favourite to paint."

"They're my second favourite to sketch," I expressed.

"And what's your first?" Margaret asked.

I bit my lip, hesitating. I turned and met Spencer's eyes. They were sad and clouded with pain. I held out my hand to her. "Can we talk?" I begged.