chapter 22 the call

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Zayn’s Pov

I couldn’t sleep I was too mad that I had to stay in jail for the day, missing my first day of school.  Missing biology class with Hayley even though I was still mad at her. I couldn’t help but to think what would she wear the first day, who would she seat by, and how close my seat would be to hers. The same cop that I punch unlock the door and granted me my free call. I walk to the phone line and I dialed the only person that I knew who could help me despite my anger towards him.

“Hello, who is calling?”  British man say through the phone.

 I almost hang up just from hearing his voice. I felt the anger coming out as I opened my mouth. I swallowed my pride and anger and answered before he hang up.

“It’s me, I need your help” I said angrily

“Zayn? It that you”

Yes, it is can you just help me already” I balled my hand into a fist without even noticing.

He paused and I could hear him breathing heavily, I bet he was having fun to see he begged him for help again. I wanted to hang up on after I yelled at him, but I knew if I did that I would stay here longer and miss more days. I tried to be patient and waited for him answer but he took too long and the stupid women on the phone reminded us that we have five more minutes. I yelled at him on the phone “are you going to help me or not.

“Yes, of course I will, you are my...”

I cut him off and said "Just hurry up okay I don’t have time to waste”. I felt him exhale on the phone and his voice got mad and angry.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?

I bite my lip and said “thank you”.

‘Thank you what?”

I slammed my hand on the table I was sitting on and said “Uncle” and hang up on him.

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