Practice

Chapter 10

Zayn knew she wouldn't remember - why would she? She was piss fucking drunk, and honestly, a little bit desperate. She'd said hi to him, and spoken with him in homeroom like nothing had happened, like she never asked him to do something so odd. 

When she first started at West High, the girl seemed as innocent as a fucking kitten. She didn't come across as the type to even consider having a friend with benefits, albeit she would more than likely be the one benefiting in a completely different way. The boy couldn't help but wonder why.

Why does she want the experience so badly?

He glanced over at the girl, bottom lip tucked under her two front teeth. Biology was always boring for him, considering he was coming first and acing the course. Tyler, on the other hand, looked as though she was drowning in a pot of long, meaningless words and countless diagrams of species she'd never even knew existed. 

The boy looked down at her paper, glancing back up to her. "Do you need any help?" He asked his 'lab partner.' She'd been placed with him instead of Eleanor, causing an uproar in the classroom. 

"Hm?" She hummed, glancing towards him. "Oh, with this? Nah, I'm alright." She quickly scrawled in the correct answers, before tapping her pen on the table and returning to her initial state of thought. 

She wasn't really thinking about biology - she'd had a lot to consider. Tyler knew what had happened at the party. As soon as she saw Zayn's condescending smile when she walked into the classroom the memory of her request hit her like a tonne of bricks. 

Tyler had acted like she completely forgot, for both their sakes. It would have been awkward as hell for Zayn, and even worse for her. She couldn't bring it up. What was she even going to say? Her mind had been drifting between Harry, whom she hadn't seen all day, and Zayn, who she'd been with for two hours now. 

Did she continue with her request or let it slide? Surely he wouldn't tell Harry - that would cause more harm than good. She needed help. She couldn't be with Harry knowing that her performance was beyond unpleasant.

Tyler glanced over at her new lab partner, her eyes in slits. Why hadn't he said anything? "Zayn," She whispered, the words leaving her mouth before she even had time to realise what she'd done. Now she'd have to explain herself - great. 

"What?" He whispered back, clearly unamused. 

"You know that thing I asked you? At the party?"

"Oh, so you remember?" He asked, eyebrows raised. 

"Well, yeah," She admitted, still flicking the pencil in her hands. "I was wondering if you were up for it.. I mean, you said if I asked when I was sober you'd consider it.."

Zayn couldn't believe her. Was she for real? "What? You're joking, right?" His voice raised slightly. 

"What?" She repeated, "What do you mean, what? I meant it when I asked you at the party, Zayn."

"You're ridiculous," He spat, turning his page. "You know what happened last time," He mumbled, "With Perrie." The boy couldn't put up with that again. Perrie was the most clingy hook up he'd had. Sure, they fucked and yeah, it was alright - but they weren't going out. 

Their first time wasn't due to the arrangement, really. Perrie was still the new girl - standing at a party alone. She wasn't half bad, so Zayn did what most guys would do and tried to get in her pants.

He did, and the blonde was terrible. She was so.. unprepared, and just plain awkward. He actually offered to help her out - she had potential and it was going to waste. Oh, what he'd give to take it back. 

"I'm not Perrie!" Tyler hissed, "And besides, I don't have any emotion towards you whatsoever. Obviously I want this for a reason, and that reason is not you."

"How do you know things won't be different after we start? I mean, surely you have some kind of connection with the other guys you've fucked - I mean, been with."

Tyler glanced down, her facade faltering. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say." Did Zayn really see her like that? "Anyway, if you do this for me, you'd be helping me a lot. We don't even have to tell anybody. And I'll promise that I won't get clingy, attached - nothing. It'll be completely no strings attached."

"Yeah, they all say that," He mumbled. "Look, if we do this you have to be fucking normal. I know you said all that but I mean it, Tyler."

"Cross my heart," She nodded, the excitement in her stomach growing. Then everything came tumbling down with one sudden thought. He was going to see how terrible she was. There was no escaping it. 

"Why do you need it, anyway?" He questioned, pushing her for answers. 

"Look, I'm going to be honest with you. I've been told that I'm not that great," She paused. Tyler decided to leave out the minor details, "And I can't really do this on my own."

He stifled a laugh at her confession, shaking his head. "Well, if you can promise me that you'll stay relatively normal I'll put myself through it," Zayn joked. 

"Thank you," She smiled, relieved that he'd finally caved in. "When do we start?"

"Relax, babe." Frankly, Zayn didn't know what the fuck to do. Did she expect him to have some kind of protocol or something? He just played it day by day with Perrie, and that's what he planned on doing with Tyler. "I'll text you when we can meet or whatever," He shrugged, acting nonchalant. 

"Sure, anytime you want, anywhere. Thank you so much, you don't understand how much I appreciate it," She gushed, closing her book.

"You'll be making it up to me, don't worry about that," The boy smirked, winking as he left the desk. 

**

Tyler's mind was on overdrive for the rest of the day.

What was she meant to wear to their first meeting? Was she meant to put on makeup? Should she tell Eleanor?

The girl couldn't concentrate, and had her hands wrapped around her phone all afternoon awaiting a text. She was disappointed as she went to bed that night, with no text from Zayn. 

She allowed herself  to explore the depths of her brain as she lay in bed, anticipating the coming days. What would Zayn be like? She imagined him to be rough, demanding - expecting her to do what he said. She shivered, chewing on her lip. The thought of being instructed by Zayn made her beyond nervous, but excited nonetheless. 

He could, possibly, be incredibly gentle. It'd be a surprise, based upon his fierce piercings and tattoos. Tyler ruled out that possibility - someone gentle and soft wouldn't offer sex lessons to amateurs. It would mean more than that if it was the case. 

Her eyes slowly fluttered closed, butterflies in her stomach and her palms sweaty. 

 Hey guys! Incase I haven't said it yet, I imagined Zayn as punk edit Zayn, lol. Harry's just normal Harry, btw. Hope you're liking the story and thank you to everyone who's reading!! (if anyone)