HIGH

Chapter 16 Property

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Zayn and I went our separate ways when we entered his house. I went to the kitchen, Zayn went upstairs. His feet stomped loudly on the staircase. He was in one of his moods again. I, on the other hand, did not want to have to deal with him. I was glad he went upstairs.

My stomach was growling loudly as I searched the fridge for something edible. Everything was either bad or about to go bad. There was mold growing on something hidden in the back. The fridge itself smelled more like a trash can. No wonder he was so damn skinny. There was no food in his house.

Zayn had been so keen on me eating at the restaurant and now I was stuck here with nothing to eat. I wondered if the waitress had been angry we had left. All we had gotten was water. She was probably relieved to find him gone.

I opened one of the cabinets and found a cup. Using the water from the faucet, I filled the cup then took a small sip. It was about 9:30ish but I was ready to sleep.

I leaned up against the counter, looking around. I didn't like it here. And he was the only reason for that. The house itself was gorgeous. It was the fact that Zayn lived here, brought me here, that made me hate it. But I loved the house.

My thoughts were interrupted when Zayn appeared in the hallway. He padded into the kitchen without looking at me.

"There's no food." I told him.

He grunted in response and opened one of the cabinets above the fridge. There were two boxes of Life cereal and a box of Ritz crackers. Zayn took down the Life cereal box and got a bowl out. He poured in the cereal, leaving the pieces that had spilled lying on the counter. I waited for him to open the fridge and prove that I was right. There was no food and that also included no milk. Instead, he walked over and sat at the high counter. He then chose to look at me while popping the little bits of cereal into his mouth. He was eating it as if was a bowl of chips.

"You did okay today while we were at the dinner." Zayn crunched loudly on the cereal.

I drank another gulp of my water. I needed some Advil. His mood swings were giving me headaches.

"I mean, when you were sitting with me. Otherwise you were complete shit."

I held in a rude response. I didn't want to get hit right now.

"Alec was being a bastard. He knew exactly what would happen if you sat with me so that's why he did it." Zayn informed me.

"He likes doing that to people. Making them uncomfortable, watching them fidget." He grabbed a large handful of the Life and dropped them one by one into his mouth.

"You did the same to the waitress." I replied instantly.

"Babe, if you think I'm bad then you're mental. Just be grateful that's all I was doing."

Zayn was acting cold, guarded. At least he was in the mood for a conversation.

"You're going to be home alone tomorrow. I have some business to take care of on the opposite side of town. Not your type of crowd."

"But the whore house and Niall's house was?"

"Those were mandatory. I was forced to bring you. If I had it my way you'd just be here every day." Zayn said bluntly.

In a way I wished he did have it his way. I didn't like going anywhere with him especially in public. Although I'm positive my reputation didn't mean shit anymore. I had disappeared. Everyone knew what that meant.