|Trust Issues Z.M.|

Stories.

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"Hey Nay-"

"Don't, Jake. Just leave me alone and get out of here..you'll get in trouble." Nash says, applying mascara to her already long lashes.

Nash stared at him through the mirror, trying to remain unaffected by his reappearance.

Jake hadn't been in school for three days, which was a lot for the all-star.

"But I-"

"No. Don't touch me, don't look at me..in fact, don't even breathe the same air. You're dead to me." Nash seethes, looking like a chihuahua in comparison to the huge mountain of a German Shepard before her.

"I just want to talk to you." He says, this time with more confidence.

He grabs onto Nayeli's wrists, pinning her against his body.

Nash struggled under his touch, desperate to break free.

Like a hopeless bird in a small cage.

"I hate you." Nash yells, shaking her wrists vigorously in attempt to stay away from him.

That only made him more aggressive.

He was delusional, he thought she was playing hard to get.

When in reality she was never playing, she hated the game and quit months ago.

"Stop-stop it! Help!" Nash cries, screaming for help in the pink, empty girls restroom.

By that time she had already given up.

Her body was numb to his kisses, eyes tired of crying.

"Please stop..." She sobs, falling out of his arms and onto the floor.

"Nayeli what's wrong with you? Are you lesbian?"

"You're so narcissistic you asshole. I'm not into you anymore, you repulse me." Nash hiccups in between tears.

"Is it because of M-"

"No! You cheated on me. You left me." She cries, makeup running down her face.

He bent down and cupped her face in his hands, honey colored eyes boring into her chocolate brown ones. 

"You have five seconds to get out of my face or I'm pressing charges."  She spats, "one..two..."

Nash had never seen the cross country star run so fast before.

While shaking pitifully, Nash stands up and exits the bathroom.

She grimaced as she walked into Zayn's office, wearing his jacket from yesterday.

She was scared, shaking, because she was 35 minutes late.

But instead of getting a lecture like she thought she would, she got the complete opposite.

"Nash are you okay?" Zayn asks, his eyes blazing with concern.

His hair was messy, no longer in its upright position.

His accent was rushed, he talked so fast she almost couldn't decipher what he was saying.

That was the perfect way to describe him at the moment; impulsive and rushed.

He wanted to hurt whoever made Nash cry, and he had no idea why.

He was a guidance counselor, he has heard all the sad stories before.

But he liked to think of them as just that.

Stories.

He thought maybe if they were just stories he wouldn't get hung up on them.

All he'd have to do is call people to fix the problem and be done.

But this was more then just another story, it was Nash's story.

And she was just too beautiful and broken to leave alone.

Nash just shakes her head as to say no, running to Zayn and hugging him without notice.

Zayn is taken back at first, but later wraps his arms around the broken girl.

His heart ached.

She was crying on his shoulder.

"Love, please tell me what happened." Zayn asks softly.

"I-I thought he was gonna rape me."

"Who, darling?" Zayn tries to keep his voice calm, arms still embracing her.

He was glad she couldn't see the look on his face, and the fist his hands had made.

"J-j-jacob O' Connors."