another love || z.m.

Zayn

"I can't do this anymore, Zayn!"

"Cassie. Cassie! Cass, please just-" I paused to grab her wrist and spin her around. "Just fucking listen to me."

"About what, Zayn? What do I need to listen to? You never pay attention to me anymore! Hell, I haven't heard from you in two weeks!" She yelled and tried to escape my grasp.

"I had a reason." I quietly state.

"Oh, yeah? Well, I'd love to hear it." She sarcastically spat.

"I can't tell you." It's true. I can't tell her or it'll ruin the surprise.

"Why not?" She screamed and slammed her palm on the counter. "Why the fuck not?" she started crying. She was hiccuping and tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"It's a surprise." I grinned cheekily along with my explanation.

"Well, I hate surprises." She said through harsh intakes of breath.

"Not this one," I whispered and tried to pull her into a hug, but she moved farther away from me.

"No," she said and pointed a finger at me. She paused to wipe her cheeks with her sleeve. After that, her face was stained with black. "Don't touch me."

"Cassie," I whimpered and took a stride toward her.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled and turned to run out of my house.

"Cassie, baby!" I tried to grab her wrist before she got too far out of my house.

But I missed.

I watched her run down the street, not looking back once. It was dark outside, midnight. I wondered if I should've given her a ride, but I'm sure she would've opposed.

I stood on my porch, watching her flee down the sidewalk. I paced back and forth, pulling on my hair harder with every step she took. I fell on my bum and brought my knees up to my chest. I hugged them tight and started to rock back and forth on my heels.

Pretty soon, the tears came. They streamed down my cheeks like overflowing rivers. I didn't attempt to wipe them away, just let them soak me.

As soon as she disappeared from my sight, I knew that she really wasn't coming back.

I hiccuped through my tears and continued to rock back and forth on my porch. The air suddenly became cooler. I tightened my arms around my knees and rocked faster. I kept trying to breathe, but I couldn't. I was shaking so bad and the tears kept flowing.

Something in my back pocket was causing me discomfort and I knew exactly what it was. I stopped moving and slowly unwound one hand from around my knees. I slipped my index and thumb into my back right pocket, pulling out the little black box. I brought it into my view and spun it around on my fingers before lifting the lid. The box made a small snap as it opened fully. The porch light behind me made the diamond shine. The small gold band had our words inscribed into it; we can make it.

I had that inscribed because we always seem to fight a lot, but we are so in love. Should I say were in love now?

I pulled out the tiny ring that would have fit perfectly on her left ring finger and flipped it around in my hand. Every time a new finger hit the diamond, a tear would fall from my eyes.

It's kind of pathetic that our breaking point could have been our ultimate bonding point. We could have been engaged by now. I mean, after five years, you would've thought that you would always be together, that nothing could separate you.

I was wrong.

So, I sat there until one o'clock, crying my eyes out, my feelings out, my heart out.

- the next day -

The first day of school is always dreaded by me. Not as much as past years, this being my final year in school.

I dragged my feet out from under my white comforter and planted them on the floor. I sat up and waited until I was fully awake before walking to my bathroom.

I took my shower and pulled my black boxers on when I was done. I then went to my room and decided to dress in all black, since that is how I am feeling. I pulled my black t-shirt over my head and put on black skinny jeans. I walked over to the small mirror hanging on my wall. I pushed my hair into a lazy quiff before heading out of my room.

"Hey, babe," my mom said and patted my shoulder. I tried to shrug her off, but she held onto my shoulder.

"Are you-" she took a deep breath, carefully wording her words. "How are you?" She quizzed.

I just shook my head and continued walking.

I reached the front door and picked my backpack up from the floor. I swung it over my shoulder, sliding it onto both of my shoulders.

I took my leather jacket off of the coat rack and held it in my arms. I walked out the front door.

The sky was gloomy today. It was probably going to rain.

I walked across the street, through the field, and onto the sidewalk. I walked a minute or two before the school came into view. Everyone was swarming around outside, chatting and whatnot.

I walked through the front doors and the hallways were almost empty. A few teachers and administrators here and there, but other than that, just a couple of students and me. I shrugged and walked to my locker.

I screwed around with the combination until it finally unlocked. I set my folders I wasn't going to use inside and picked up my Spanish textbook. I walked into the Spanish classroom and Mrs. Huertas waved at me. I smiled faintly back at her and took a seat in the back of the room. I looked to the window and found that it had started raining. It progressively got harder and faster. More kids piled in, and everything became a blur. I just watched the droplets fall down the window pane.

There was one big drop that fell about halfway down before splitting into two.

I had to look away, even the rain was depressing me. My eyes wandered to the girl entering the room and I saw her whispering to Lena.

I tried to see the girl's face, but she was turned around and her hair hung down, blocking my view.

She finally turned around when Lena started tugging her behind her. They maneuvered through everyone and made their way to the desks in front of me. They settled down and the mystery girl turned toward me.

"You look different." She spoke. Payton. I should've known. I could've known if she hadn't died her hair.

"You do too." I gestured to her long, straight hair.

"I thought you moved."

"I came back."

"Great." And with that, she turned around and started to flip through her notebook.

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