The Sex Project

Chapter 7

“Z-Zayn, I need y-your help.” I just managed to catch Zayn right before he left for his car.

He sighed. “Are you ever going to be able to talk to me without stuttering?”

I felt my face heat up and I shifted my gaze to the ground. “S-sorry.” I mumbled out.

He sighed again and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, steering me towards his car. I tensed up for a second before relaxing. “I’m sorry Ni, I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just wish that you were as comfortable with me as you are with Josh. I would say Liam, but I doubt that anyone will be as close as you two are, am I right?” He winked at me and then chuckled when I blushed harder. “So, what did you need my help with?”

“I-I need you help w-with the stuttering t-thing actually. I-I want to b-be able to t-talk to people w-without making an a-arse of myself.” I stuttered out my reply.

We stopped by his car and he stared at me for a second before replying. “Why are you coming to me for help? We’re not really close. Why not go to Liam, who you are already are comfortable with, not to mention desperately in love with?”

I blushed again. I didn’t bother denying what Zayn said because it was true, I am desperately in love with Liam and it kills me that he is refusing to talk to me. “Um… y-you’re the coolest person I-I know.” I lied.

He thought about it for a second. “Fair enough. I am pretty cool. Hop in! I’ll give a ride home and we can discuss this some more on the way there.”

I shook my head, with a small smile, at Zayn’s antics and did as I was instructed. It was quiet for a while, except for me giving direction, before Zayn broke the silence. “So, why exactly do you want to get rid of the stutter or, as you put it, making an arse of yourself? Is it because of Josh’s project?”

I shrugged. “K-kind of, I-I guess.”

He turned and raised an eyebrow at me before shifting his gaze back to the road. “You guess? If it’s not for Josh’s project, then what is it for? Going to make a move on Liam?” He turned and winked at me again real quick.

I blushed again and turned my gaze to my lap. “N-no, I-I-I…can y-you keep a s-secret?”

“Sure I can.” He said a little uneasily.

I took a deep breath. “E-everyone has been calling me a slut b-because of some pictures that s-showed up from that party. A-and I can’t seem to convince anyone that those p-pictures isn’t what they look like. So, I-I got frustrated and thought if they want me to be a slut so b-badly, why not give them what the w-want? Before you say anything, it would be great footage for Josh’s project because I’ll be t-talking and flirting with people of both sexes. It might also h-help with me stutter and, yeah I guess that’s it.” I mumbled out the last bit. I left out the part of becoming the school’s slut for my own little project, but he doesn’t need to know that.