Scars.

Drunk (Chapter 3)

I looked out of the window and watched the cars ride by one after another. It was 7:46 and honestly I wasn't sure if Zayn was going to show up. At first when I got home last night I planned on not going. But then I realized that I would probably never have the chance to go to a high school party ever again.

And quite frankly I still wasn't sure if it was a good idea. I decided to take one last look at myself before heading downstairs. I wasn't sure what to wear to a party so after a while of browsing I decided on a dark pair of skinny jeans and a black and white stripped long sleeve shirt, mostly so that it would cover my scars. I had my hair down and straightened and I even put a little make up on. My eyelashes were full and dark thanks to my mascara and my lips were covered in a clear lip gloss. I looked better than my usual ugly self.

I checked the time on my phone, 7:49, before sliding it into my back pocket. I left my room and headed down the steps.

I walked pasted the living room where Jason and Olivia were watching some stupid television show and then into the kitchen.

"Cara, I'm going out," I said as I walked into the room.

"Your going out? Where?" She asked skeptically eying me up and down, which made me slightly uncomfortable.

"To a friends house," I lied. I didn't know how she would react to me telling her I was going to a party with a boy I barely knew and not to mention there were probably going to be drugs, alcohol and sex. All of which I was not interested not doing tonight.

She gave me a genuine smile and patted me on the back,"I'm glad your breaking out of that shell of yours,"

"Yeah," I muttered. I wouldn't exactly call it breaking out of my shell.

"Have fun, sweetie,"

"Ok, thanks," I smiled before leaving the apartment. She was so sweet, I couldn't understand why Alex was so rude to her. It was nice to have someone care about you.

When I got to the lobby, it was a minute before eight. I went outside and stood in front of the building. A few minutes later I saw the same car Zayn drove the day before pull up. I watched him get out of the car and beckon me over.

"Get in," He said a little harsh without bothering to open the door. Once we were both in the car he drove off without a word.

"Why did you want me to come with you?" I asked after a few minutes in silence.

"Well," he was going to explain but than hesitated.

"Im just curious to why I was forced to come with you,"

"You weren't forced and you wanted to come," He rolled his eyes.

"When did I ever say that?" I asked a little annoyed that me was putting words in my mouth. I never asked to go anywhere with him, it all just kind of happened. Plus, unlike the other girls at school I don't drool over him.

"We'll I mean you like me so-"

"No I don't," I yelled. How conceited did a person have to be to think every girl is in love him him?

"So I'll let you pretend this is a date," He continued with his cocky little smile and arrogant attitude disregarding my protest.

"But it's not," I came out more like a question than a statement.

"So were on the same page,"

I didn't say anything and just looked out the window. Now that I was paying attention to the road I realized what a horrible driver he was.

Once we were parked outside of a fancy unfamiliar house Zayn hurried out of the car, so I did the same.

"Alright so don't act like an idiot or do anything stupid," He directed as we walked up the pavement only inches away from each other.