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22: Shattered
ZADI3: What happened to Ryder?
SEXYBELLA: What do you mean?
ZADI3: Saw him yesterday...delivering food
SEXYBELLA: Oh..
ZADI3: Yeah
SEXYBELLA: He dropped out of school long time ago
ZADI3: Why?
SEXYBELLA: Idk
ZADI3: Oh okay
SEXYBELLA: Anyways, done any THINGS with bradford bad boi yet?
SEXYBELLA: If you know what I mean ;)
ZADI3: I'm logging out now...
SEXYBELLA: To do those things ;)
ZADI3: Bye pervert!
I logged out from the chat with a smile on my face. It was Sunday aka our last day together. As much as it sucks, I feel better today. I just needed to know what happened to Ryder and that was all.
"What do you want to do today, babe?" asked Zayn, moving towards the bed were I was lying. He looked amazing as usual with sweatpants and a tanktop.
"I feel like going out," I said with a smile. The smile suddenly dropped when I remembered about the little visit from management. "I mean...I we don't have to I just."
Zayn frowned. He knows exactly what I was thinking. He surprised me by saying, "Sure, we can go out. Where do you want to go?"
I looked up at him in confusion. "Your badboyness is showing," I teased and added, "you know we can't."
"Badboyness is not a word love," he said grinning widely, "and yes we can."
I smiled for a moment. "I can't put your career and the boys' in jeopardy. That would...just not be right."
"Nothing is more right than us. Besides, I have an idea," he said and smiled wickedly.
I giggled, "Does it involve mustaches and glasses?"
"Yeah," he answered, shrugging.
"You are adorable, did you know that," I said as I put my arms in his shoulder.
"No man want to be called adorable," he said, looking at me in the eyes sternly.
"I totally believe that," I said, leaning closer to him.
He mumbled a 'hmm' before he captivated my lips in a very romantic kiss.
"So can I have a mustache?" I asked, breaking the kiss.
I could feel his chest rumble as he chuckled deeply. "In a minute," he mumbled.
"Okay," I said, closing the space between us again for another kiss.
***
30 minutes later, Zayn and I were at the amusement park but not quite as ourselves. Zayn was wearing a 'I Love Nerds' shirt with his usual black jeans and eyeglasses. Yeah, he wasn't trying hard enough. Meanwhile, I sprayed some temporary dye in my hair, making it purpleish and blackish. I also wore my very own glasses. So we were basically a nerd couple, and I do not mind that at all.
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Fanfiction[WARNING: This is the conclusion of My Bradford Bad Boy, which is available in my profile.] Zayn and Sadie's story is far from over. For Sadie, Zayn was nothing but a figment of her imagination. He was not her's and will never be. There's no such th...
