|MISCONCEPTIONS Z.M.|

Pt 13

^ Renesme Bianca Castillo

Age 17

Loud music blared through the speaker of the club. Renesme was on the roof-alone. It was Elizabeth's big 21. She was forced to come to the party,fake ID of course. There she was,wasted,looking out onto the big city. Los Angeles. The city of lies and false promises.

"Hey,are you okay?!" A stranger yells from behind her. Renesme was walking on the edge of the building,feet dangling off the 5 story building.

"Come down,please?" He asks,taking Renesme's hand. She shoots him a look that could kill,jumping off and back onto the roof. As she jumped,she noticed something on the strangers arm. It was a tattoo. A ZAP! tattoo,the same one Zayn had.

"Were you actually going to do it?" 

"Leave me alone." She barked,hostility taking over her. The stranger,who seemed unaffected,sat next to her. He was taller than her by a lot and had dark,Raven hair. That's all she could tell because it was so dark.

"What's your name?"

"Renesme."

"I have three sisters." He states randomly. "One is seventeen..kinda reminds me of you..how old are you?"

"None of your business.." She whispers,unamused by his attempts to talk to her. The stranger reminded her of Zayn. She missed Zayn.

"This is the part where you ask what my name is." He says confidently. He didn't say it in a jerky-fuckboy way but in a nice way. If that was even possible.

"What if I don't want to?" She retorts,annoyed by how nice he was.

"Someone didn't graduate proper protocol." Proper protocol was a school used for girls coming of age. During these protocols,girls learned how to dance,eat,and breathe correctly. Renesme's mom wanted her to go but she insisted it was a waste of her time.

"If I ask will you leave?"

"No."

"What's your name?"

"Zayn Malik."  Esme's mouth parts slightly,not being able to comprehend the familiar name.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty three."

"What's your favorite color?" She asks,her question sounding more like a demand. Don't say blue,don't say blue..she chanted internally.

"What if I don't want to tell you." He muses,a cocky smirk on his face due to the urgency laced in her voice.

"Answer the goddamn question,Zayn!"

"Blue."