|MISCONCEPTIONS Z.M.|

Pt 12

Age 16

"E. where are you?"

"Home."

"You're not coming to your own birthday party?"

"No,I told you I hate parties. You shouldn't have planned it."

"But Es-"

"Don't call me that," she barks. Renesme sits back on her seat,looking at the tv angrily. It had been exactly one year since prom night..so much has changed. Renesme,once a happy girl,was now fuming with anger. Zayn had just vanished,in thin air. He hasn't come back yet and she's pissed.

Renesme hangs up on her best friend,Elizabeth. She sighs loudly,closing her eyes.

+

"Renesme,wake up." Zach's voice yells,shaking her shoulders lightly. Renesme,who was only in a big grey t shirt,pouted. It was training day. Her therapist recommended competitive sports like boxing to help with her anger. She hated her therapist. Her therapist didn't believe in Zayn. No one did.

"Shut the fuck up,Zach!" Renesme yells,hitting his chest. Renesme wakes up and runs to the bathroom,the t shirt only reaching mid thighs. She hated her thighs.

She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth,changing into baggy sweatpants and a black crop top that cling onto her. She put her hair in a messy ponytail,exiting the room. Zach looked at the girl with green eyes and brown hair,in awe of her beauty.

"Stop staring." She mumbles,throwing a pillow at her roommate.

"You're gor-"

"Don't call me that!" She yells. Zach called her gorgeous and pretty and babe and she hated that. She didn't like those words because she believed only Zayn had the right to call her that. Only Zayn had the right to do anything.