Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

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KAYLA'S POV

Finally! School's over!

I walk to my locker and throw the books in it.

Until I hear a voice.

A familiar voice...

Not just any voice...

CARLIE's voice.

Seriously?

Ugh.

To find out who she's talking to, I walk around the corner to see Carlie and Zayn. Ugh. Them again.

"So..." Zayn trails off. "You ready to go?"

Carlie nods. "Yup."

Zayn leads Carlie to his car and they drive away.. What the actual fuck...

CARLIE'S POV

We're in Zayn's car and he's driving us to his house for the project. I looked out the window and concentrated closely on what we were passing.

The car came to a stop at a stop-sign..It wasn't a normal stop-sign..This one had graffiti on it. Weird.

It read: 'Fakes'

Hmm.. I wonder what that's all about...

"We're here," Zayn mentioned, squeezing me out of my thoughts.

I nodded and opened the car door. His house is really small. Like a little smaller than cozy small. His front door had a crack through it towards the top, and the door hinges and handle was rusty. Is his family poor?

He lead me to the living room which had a small couch and tiny telly. I looked around and noticed a few pictures hanging on the walls. They were of his family. There was this one picture that caught my eye. It must be of Zayn and his sister.

PICTURE OF ZAYN&SISTER - ( http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2013/11/04/article-2487066-192EF80F00000578-37_636x469.jpg   )

They were in their pajamas and Zayn had his chin on her head while she was concentrated on something else. So cute.

"Okay," he says, "ready?"

"Yup."

Zayn leads me to his room where all of his school books were scattered everywhere. He sits on his bed, followed by me, and asks, "So write down some of the questions you want to ask me and I'll do the same for you."

"Do we have to write the questions out in French?" I ask. I sure as hell hope not.

He nods. "You can translate them if you want..."

I mutter a quick 'okay' and start writing questions.

It wasn't as hard as I thought. Once I got 10 questions written down in French and translated to English, I put my pen down and waited for Zayn to finish.

Since he's not looking, I took the chance to admire how he looks when he's focused on something. He bites on the inside of his cheek when he writes and his eyebrows furrow together. It's the cutest thing, in all honesty.