Chapter 4

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After I asked Zayn out he's been really distant. I'd see him at school but once lunch came around he disappeared. No one knew where he went, it was strange. But then again, Zayn was a strange one.

After having enough of Zayn avoiding me I decided at the end of the school day I would be at Zayn's locker, at least the locker that I thought was his. Marie tried to change my mind and make me go home with her but I was set on talking to Zayn.

As everyone walked out of the school I waited patiently at his locker. Waiting to see a beautiful man turn the corner.

Luckily enough Zayn came around the corner. I saw a smirk slither on his face. I crossed my arms over my chest and started to tap my foot, leaning against the lockers. Zayn's smirk disappeared and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Problem?" Zayn questioned as he came up to his locker, turning the combination to open it.

I turned to look at him, "Why have you been avoiding me?"

Zayn seemed surprised by the question. Even I was surprised by his reaction.

"I didn't know you wanted to talk to me"

"What?" in all honesty I was shocked. "Why wouldn't I want to talk to you?"

Zayn grabbed a book out of his locker and shut it, "I don't know if you wanted to talk to a loser" his voice almost mimicking Liam's from the other day.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Excuse me?"

Zayn turned, slamming his locker shut and walking down the hall. We were now the only two in this hallway. I walked after him.

"Hey! What's your problem?" I practically shouted.

"I'm a loser, remember?" Zayn looked down at me, I never realized how much taller he was.

I rolled my eyes, "Zayn if I thought you were a 'loser' I wouldn't have asked you out?"

Zayn looked shocked, almost like he stopped breathing all together. "Y-You meant that?"

I nodded, smiling and giggling. Zayn was strange, but it was a cute strange. The kind that I would want to listen to him talk in the middle of the night. The sound of his voice and thoughts together would be magnificent.

Zayn slowly took my hand, he was sweating. "C'mon. I'll take you home, then I'll show you a good time"

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I waited on the couch in my family room. My leg shaking uncontrollably. I was so nervous for tonight, I didn't know how Zayn and I would be around each other without a school, or in our case a club, environment.

I was wearing a black high waisted skirt, and a white floral top. Accompanied with black VANS.

Not everything has to be perfect.

My dirty blonde hair was straightened to a point, it was the only way my hair looked good. I wasn't wearing any make up. I hardly ever wore makeup, I was too lazy to put it on. And frankly I could care less how I looked without it.

My mom suddenly walked into the room and noticed how nervous I was.

"What are you so nervous for?" she looked me up and down, seeing my attire. "And what's with the skirt? are you going on a date?"

This is exactly why I don't tell my parents anything.

I sighed, "Mom don't make a big deal-"

"Honey!" my mom called for my father, "Come look at Violet! She's going on a date!" suddenly my dad rushed into the room. Out if breath.

I heard a car horn outside, I looked out the window and saw Zayn in his car in the driveway. I stood up and my father came closer to me.

"Do I know the boy? Is it Liam?" my parents wanted me to be with Liam since the beginning. I had no idea why.

I walked towards the front door, opening it and feeling the cold, autumn air hit my legs. "God no, dad. And no you don't know him. I'll see you guys later okay?"

Before they could answer I closed the door and rushed towards Zayn's car. I opened the door and got in the passengers seat.

I put on my seatbelt, fixing my skirt. "Hey, so where are we goin..." I finally looked at Zayn and the end of y sentence trailed off.

Zayn had a trail of blood in the corner of his mouth.

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