Chapter 36
Ariel's POV
I zipped up my long mid-thigh trench coat. Shit, We're going to be late. I quickly tied up the laces for my black combat boots and grabbed my bag. As I was adjusting my burgundy beanie, I walked out. Zayn was patiently waiting out in his car. I quickened up the pace and jumped in.
"Good Morning," I smiled.
He kisses me lightly on the cheek, "Good Morning, babe. You all set?" He asked, putting his phone away.
"All set," I replied.
He nodded, driving off to school. He rubs my arm back and forth, then stops to just hold my hand. I let out a chuckle. Oops, that wasn't suposed to happen. "What?" He asked.
"Why are you so touchy-feely today?" I asked, my lips breaking out into a smile.
"You look really hot, and you're my girlfriend. I can touch and feel you all I want." He replies.
I laugh, "I'm only wearing an oversized sweater and some jeans. I look like a bum." I say.
"You look cute," He smiles.
"Thanks, bro." I reply.
"Did you just call me bro?" He asks, amused.
"Yeah, you got a problem?" I yell, jokingly.
"Problem? No, no probem, sis." He said.
Uh, yeah. No.
"Okay, that sounds really weird." I laugh, he joins in as well.
"Thought so," He smiles, flashing his pearly whites. "We have arrived to the torture chamber, also known as School." He said, pulling into the parking lot.
I chuckled. "Torture chamber? Over exaggeration much?" I ask, waling out with him.
"Not at all, my teachers suck." He said.
I frown. "Sorry about that, kiddo." I say, patting him on the shoulder.
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Cliché - {Zayn Malik Fan Fiction Book 1, Cliché Series}
ФанфикZayn Malik. Also known as, The Player. Girls fell for him, he used them and simply tossed them like a paper ball. He thought of girls as objects, not human beings. Feelings. He never had them. He was heartless, as some girls would say. Love. He nev...
