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One month later
"I am so sorry my reviewing a test is interrupting your growing infatuation with Ms. D'Martinez." Zayn snapped.
Nash was exclusively his, so why was she talking to Jesse?
The boy who was obsessed with her.
"Infatuations a strong word.."
"So what were you guys talking about? Would you like to share it with the class?"
"No, sir."
"Oh..you thought that question was rhetorical. Tell us what was so important, Mr. Styles."
"I'm sick, and Jesse was telling me to go to the nurse." Nash interrupted, head leaning on her closed fist.
Her head was pounding, and Zayn's annoying voice wasn't making it any better.
However, Jesse holding her hand and whispering "everything will be okay" helped.
"Then go to the nurse." Zayn's eyes softened, "Liz take Nayeli to the nurse."
Who the hell is Liz? Is it short for Elizabeth? Or for lizard? Nash questioned in her head.
"No..no I don't want to fail the midterm." Nash murmured.
Everyone's eyes were on her.
Some were concerned, but some were pleased.
She was a stone cold bitch, she deserves whatever she's getting-random pedestrians thought cruelly.
"Nayeli I didn't ask you if you wanted to go to the nurse, I told you. Go. Now."
"O-okay bossy." Nash frowns while standing up and looping arms with Liz.
The nurses office was on the second floor.
They were on the fourth.
"Thank you lizard." Nash says dazily, following onto the couch of the nurse's office.
"No..no problem." Liz stutters before scattering out of the pink colored room.
"What are your symptoms?" The older nurse asks.
"I feel like throwing up which is a shame because these shoes cost a fortune."
"Here."
"I'm pregnant..is this safe for my baby?" She asks dazily, clamping her mouth shut so she wouldn't take the pink colored pill.
"Nayeli, dear, how far along are you?"
"Wh..five weeks."
"I suggest you begin taking-"
The rest was a long blur of Nayeli not paying attention.
Superiors didn't really intimidate her, unless it was Zayn, of course.
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They were at Zayn's small, two bedroom townhouse.
Nash looked drained of life.
She was just staring at the ceiling in the dark, wondering if one day all this pain would be worth it.
Maybe for her, or maybe for someone else.
Despite not being very religious and attending Sunday mass only on a Christmas, Nash was pro life.
She believed killing a child who could bring good into this world was cruel, inhumane, and damnable.
"Nash whats wrong?" Zayn paused in between a lecture, a small pout on his lips.
Nash looked terrible.
There were bags under her eyes and her skin turned into a pasty white color.
She couldnt stay focused for long and she was in a constant cold or flu- Zayn noticed.
"I'm an anemic bulimic."
"What the fuck happened to no secrets?" Zayn turned angry quickly, "Nash pay attention!"
"I'm not bulimic you idiot. I just cant hold down any of my food. I'm sick, dumbass asshole."
"Why are you so cranky?" Zayn questioned, staring into her pretty brown eyes, inching closer and closer to her lips.
She kisses him back softly, but soft isn't what he was looking for.
He was looking to get laid.
He was obsessed with her and the way she made him feel.
She made him feel young again, and she was perfect for him-as if their bodies were made for one another.
He never felt this way with Heather.
"I'm not..your slut! We've already banged like 60 times can you stop?!" Nash snaps, pushing Zayn away from her.
Zayn laughed.
That only made Nash angry.
"What they hell is wrong with you? Why are you so fucking snappy and-" his tone was light and joking, he couldn't stop laughing.
"I want more!" She screamed, awaking the neighbors.
"I want more from you..whenever we..you always leave after." Her voice was now barely above a whisper, and hot tears began falling down her face.
"I'm sorry?" Zayn's statement was more like a question.
"Yes, you should be. I'm not some toy, Zayn. Stop treating me like one." The sound of her voice was terrifying.
She was sobbing and croaking and not necessarily scary-just not Nash.
Nash was strong and stubborn, this person..this voice sounded frail and weak.
"I'm so sorry baby girl." Zayn says, pulling Nash onto his lap. "You know how much I love you."
"You don't treat me like you do."
"Please stopping crying..I hate to see you sad." Zayn said sincerely.
He did hate making her upset-yet he found himself doing that often.
And he didn't know why.
Zayn wiped away her tears, kissing her forehead tenderly.
"Hey..are should busy tomorrow?" Zayn asked.
Nash was now laying on his bare chest, half asleep to the sound of Zayn's steady heartbeat.
"Depends.. Why?" She manages to say, eyes closing momentarily.
"I want to take you on a date."
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|Trust Issues Z.M.|
FanfictionBook One of the D'Martinez-Malik Series "You are the perfect example of why storms are names after people."