The weekend comes and I'm sitting at home, waiting for Marcel and Harry to pick me up so we can go bowling. I gotta admit, I'm excited because I haven't gone bowling since seventh grade with Niall. I hear a honk outside my house and I glance out the window and smile. My knit cardigan flows down past my shorts and my tank top hugs my figure, but it's comfortable so I'm happy to wear it. I throw on my blue vans and grab my coral colored purse, and I run out the door.
"Climb in the back, punk." Marcel laughs at me because he finally has shotgun for once. So I swing open the door and plop in the back, slamming the door behind me.
"Where's Zayn?" I ask, a little surprised by the disgusted tone in my voice. Harry turns back immediately and gives me a confused look, probably about my tone, and then answers,
"He's meeting us there. Is there a problem?" He asks,
"No, sorry. I just uh..." I look down, ashamed and then we just drop the subject. Finally, after a long awkward drive, we pull into the parking lot right next to Zayn's jeep and walk inside. Zayn has already reserved a lane for all of us, so I grab my shoes from behind the counter and slip them on.
"Hey Jen!" Zayn runs up and folds me in his arms, happily.
"Hello Zayn!" I smile as best I can and stare into his perfect eyes. There's a pause until Marcel shoves a bowling ball into my hands,
"You're up first." And he pushes me towards the bowling lane. I giggle a tiny bit and step up, positioning myself perfectly in front of the pins and swing my arm back, shifting my weight. I'm about to swing forward and release the ball when suddenly I hear Harry and Marcel from behind me screaming,
"DONT MESS UP!!" This took me off guard, throwing my weight, and before I know it, I release the ball straight into the gutter. I take a deep breath before turning back to the boys who are cracking up.
"Alright Harry, let's see you try then." I'm surprisingly calm and it freaks them out. Usually I'd react differently.
Basically the night goes on as a game of, "let's see who we can mess up the worst" and I was the best target apparently. The game is half way over when we decide to get some food, Harry and Marcel walk over to the food court area to get us all a pizza. Now's the perfect time to ask Zayn about it. I can't back out now, so I take a seat next to him.
"This is fun!" He exclaims with a genuine smile. That smile makes my insides hurt because I'm about to confront him about something neither of us want to talk about.
"Yeah! It's been great.." I smile back and glance out at our lane, the pins have reset themselves, awaiting Marcel to take his turn once he comes back. "Hey uh... Zayn?" Well this is it, I guess.
"Yes, love?" He smiles warmly again and I just look down, picking at my already chipped blue nail polish.
"I need to ask you something.." I begin, far less confident than I imagined it in my brain. He turns towards me, giving me his full attention and I look up from my nails, like a scared little puppy. "Well, you know how I've been talking to Niall?" To my surprise, he laughs.
"Yeah. You've been going to the library, skipping lunch." He scoffs. I take a deep breath, ignoring the comment,
"What have you been doing to him?" I then turn to him and he straightens up, like he's getting ready for a fight.
"What do you mean?"
"I know you bully him, Zayn. What do you do to him?" I stare him in the eye, anger boils up inside of me. It takes him a minute before answering,
"Nothing, Jen. Him and I don't get along. That's all."
"Do not lie to me. I want to know."
"It's not your business. None of that is your business. It's between Niall and me." I furrow my eyebrows, is that true? Of course not.
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Twinning
ФанфикThe Styles twins are the talk of the school, everyone loves them. With teenage love comes drama, and jealousy takes over the girls of Cultern High as Jen gets close to both of them. A bit too close.
