|Beauty Behind the Madness Z.M.|

~ and its no joke to me so can we do it all over again~

dear diary,

isn't it funny how you think you know someone then they surprise you? they were right. all of my friends were right. he did cheat. it was a monday-exactly two weeks ago i found out my 'dad' cheated on my mom. i don't know how to tell her. she'll be destroyed.

i don't understand why he'd do it. was my mom not enough? was i not enough? these questions are just going to remain questions. unasked. unanswered. i do not believe in second chances,i never have.

"daddy-oh my gosh! how could you!?"

she wasn't much older than me. in fact,she could only be two or three years ahead. i couldn't believe my eyes. it was at his office. he's a teacher. i remember crying that night. my family,my world,would be destroyed and it was all his fault. him and his little slut. i hate him with the fire of a thousand suns.

i remember being so pissed. the only person who made me feel better was Zayn. we  were at some fraternity party. i never expected him to be a frat brother. he didn't seem like the type. that obnoxious,rude,narcissistic jerk faced prick. my dad was apart of a frat. my birth ruined it for him. zayn was different from my dad and every other frat boy . he wasn't like the rest.

"never thought you'd be a frat boy.."

"never thought you'd be into frat boys." he replies sarcastically,making me roll my eyes.

"why do you care?"

"i don't. at all actually." i feel my heart clench at his venomous tone. the cup next to him is filled with alcohol-a stench he reeked of.

"you say that but you've been staring at me the entire night."

"red suits you."

"this is the part where you ask me to dance.."

"cool kids don't dance."

"everyone can dance. i know you can."

"no. not gonna happen."

"liar." i say childishly,taking his hand in mine. i walk through the sea of drunken college students,zayn following closely behind me. i open the door to my brother's room,entering inside. i lock the door behind us.

"what are you doing?" it was funny. seeing Zayn flustered like that. he was red and blushing and he looked so cute with his confused stare,furrowed eyebrows and tilted head.

"you said you can't dance. im going to teach you. stand up." and he does. i lace our hands together,my heartbeat accelerating to his fiery touch. i watch him as he places is hands on my waist.

he lied. obviously. he did know how to dance.

"i-"

"don't talk. you'll ruin the moment." he shushed me,pressing his lips to mine softly.