|Trust Issues Z.M.|

Literally, Metaphorically and Unfortunately.

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"Nash, pay attention."

"Hmmm x equals...um 82?"

"No, what's your father like? I see he's never attended any parent teacher conferences."

"He thinks it's a scam."

"What?"

"He thinks it's stupid, showing up at 6 o'clock to give glory to a teacher who jacks off on his computer more then he teaches. Oh, that's a quote by the way."

Zayn dropped his pen, a one sided smirk on his face.

"And your mum?"

"Too busy taking care of Gray to notice if I got a piercing. Oh I got a piercing, wanna see?" Nash raises her shirt to show her nipple piercing, but Zayn stops her hastily.

"And Gray's your brother?" Zayn gulps, trying to recover from what he just witnessed.

It was only the most beautiful girl he's ever encountered, flashing him.

"No more questions, please and thank you, New York!! I'll be here all year..literally, metaphorically and unfortunately!"

"Are you high?"

"No, I'm low. Ooh you know what is high, though?" Nash says in a seductive tone, hands roaming his chest, traveling south.

"A little too the left and..wow. I was right." She smirks, hand pressed against his manhood.

"Nash what the hell?" Zayn pries her tiny hands off of him, using every bit of self restraint he had.

"I'm..sorry? Isn't that what you wanted?"

"No, Nash! You're like thirteen."

"On a scale of one to ten." She rolls her eyes.

"And I'm seventeen you asshole." She seethes, getting up from her seat and storming out of Zayn's office.

"Nash, wait! I'm sorry for leading you on I'm just really confused." Zayn confesses.

"I want to do things with you, so badly..but I can't."

"Is it because of my age or your job?"

"Neither, I'm resigning soon anyways. You just remind me of someone I used to know."

"Who?"

"No more questions please and thank you New York! I'll be here all year."

"Zayn." She scolds, pouting her lips slightly.

"Nash." He mimics her facial features.

Her wide, puppy dog eyes and devilishly pouty lips.

"Fine, don't tell me today but you will tell eventually. I'm irresistible."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Nash?" Zayn says, not even arguing the topic of her attractiveness.

He knew even a blind man wouldn't be able to resist her, it's impossible.

It's in her lips.

And in the little stars in her eyes.

It's in everything, every fallen atom and molecule that made her who she is.

She's irresistible.

"I don't think so..I think I'm going to be sick tomorrow. Cough, cough." She smirks, walking away with a sashay.