The Sex Project

Chapter 8

“Zayn.” I wined.

“Niall.” He mocked me.

“I look ridiculous. This plan is never going to work.” I wined out.

“Stop it Niall. You look hot! You’ll have Liam drooling just at the sight of you.” He reassured me.

“But I feel so uncomfortable and extremely self-conscious.” Zayn had me in a pair of extremely tight skinny jeans, like so tight that I feel like if I breathe wrong the button would fly off. I might as well have just put paint on me and called it pants. The white tank top I had was no better. It felt so tight and like the bit of stomach fat I had was on display for everyone to see. Zayn said it showed off my amazing biceps, but I think he’s just messing with me. The only thing I liked about my outfit was the leather jacket that Zayn let me borrow.

“There is nothing to be self-conscious about. You look fucking hot as hell. Now sit still a minute.” He came at me with what looked like a black pencil.

I backed away quickly. “Whoa, what is that and what are your intentions with that?”

Zayn rolled his eyes. “It’s eyeliner and I’m just going to add a coat to your eye lids.”

“No, fuck no. I draw the line at makeup. I’m a dude, I don’t wear makeup.” I pointed out.

Zayn rolled his eyes again. “Just because you’re a dude doesn’t mean you can’t wear makeup. Besides, it’s just some eyeliner. I’m not going to be painting your face up like Barbie. I’m just adding enough eyeliner to make those beautiful blue eyes of yours pop out. Just trust me Ni.”

I sighed. “Fine, but if you make me look ridiculous I’ll kick your arse.”

He laughed and started adding the layer of eyeliner. “You can’t kick my arse.”

“You’d be surprise at what I could do.” I said while smirking.

“Ok, sure. I’m done with the eyeliner, what do you think?” He turned me towards the mirror.

I have to admit, the eyeliner actually looked really good. He was right when he said that it made my eyes pop. I still thought it looked a bit girly, but I actually kind of liked it.

"Ok, ok, it looks pretty good mate.” I said while patting his back. “So what is the plan exactly? How are we going to make Liam jealous?”

“Well today is all about the dudes today. I got one of my friends helping me out, his name is Andy. We’re going to meet him in a bit before school starts. Just follow along to what he does. Tomorrow is all about the birds.” Zayn explained as we got into his Jeep.

“Why not just me and you make him jealous?” I asked as I buckled myself in.

He snorted. “I’m apart of Josh’s project as well, you remember? I’m supposed to portray asexual. I can’t go into school and be all over you. I need to go in there and pretend I don’t give a fuck about anyone.”

I asked him a question I have been wondering for a long while. “What is your real sexuality?”

He shrugged. “I guess you could say I’m asexual. I’ve never really been attracted to anyone really. I guess you could say I like what I like, why put a label on things?”

I smiled. “That’s how I feel. I don’t really have preference to who I like. I don’t really get why everyone as to put a label on things?”

“You kind of have a preference.” I gave him a confused look. “Your preference is Liam.”

I snorted. “That’s not a sexuality.”

“It is now. I’m thinking of calling in the Payne Experience. Maybe it’s just a sexuality made just for you. And soon Liam will be getting a taste of the Niallator, both metaphorically and literally, if you know what I mean?” He said with a wink.