Change // z.m.

Chapter 2

          Chapter 2

"Come on girl! You take forever," Willy hollered from my room. First week at a new school and I already have five friends. Needless to say, my friends invited me to a party to. Maybe being the new girl wasn't as bad as I thought. My eyes flicked up tp the only mirror I had in my bathroom. "Are you done doing your girl things yet?"

I rolled my eyes, opening the door. "Yes, Mr. Impatient." Willy smiled proudly at his nickname that I had given him my second day here. "What time is this party anyway," I asked running a hand through my perfectly straight hair. Willy raised his arm up, looking at his watch.

"In five minutes. We'll be lucky to make it there in four." I punched his arm softly, shutting the bathroom lights off and grabbing my car keys. "No no. Let papa drive." Rolling my eyes I tossed my keys back where I kept them. Willy slung his arm around my neck, walking out of my house and to his car. "You're lucky. You get to arrive in style." It was true. Willy owned the best cars. I've seen all of them. Except the one he was driving tonight. His Bugatti Veyron Super Sports car.

"How much was this car Willy," I asked sitting down in his car. Willy got in and shrugged his shoulders.

"A little over two million dollars." My eyes flipped over to him, and I raised an eyebrow. "What?!"

"A little?" He snorted, nodding. "How much are we talking about when you say 'little'?" I put quotation marks around little when I spoke it.

"Four hundred." That was reasonable. "Thousand," he added.

"Four hundred thousand?! Willy!" He chuckled making his way through the crowd of drivers. "So uh, whose all going to be there?"

"Don't tell me you're scared!"

"No," I protested. "I'm just curious."

"The whole school." I nodded my head, turning on the radio. The sound of a familiar song came through the speakers. Judging by the notes, I guessed that the song was over.

"Hello everyone," the radio announcer laughed. "Hope you guys are up for some news! You guys probably already heard rumors about Zayn Malik and his girlfriend Perrie Edwards breaking up, right? Well, I can officially say that they are broken up. Zayn was interviewed Thursday night and this is what was said." There was a pause, before a recording started playing.

"So Zayn, rumors have said that you and Perrie have broken up. Are they true?"

"Uh, yes. I made it official Wednesday night." The voice sounded so familiar. I just couldn't place who it belonged to.

"Things not work out?"

"Yeah, something like that." Willy reached over to the radio and changed the station. A differen't song came on, and I knew it way too well. I had to press my lips together just so I wouldn't sing it.

"I'm at a payphone, trying to call home. All of my change I've spent on you. Where has the time gone? Baby, its all wrong! Where are the plans we made for two?" Willy looked over at me, and opened his mouth to sing.

"Yeah, I. I know it's hard to remember." I didn't plan on singing with him but I did. "The people we used to be. And it's harder to picture. That you're not here next to me. I know it's too late to make it. But is it to late to try? And all that time that you wasted, all of our bridges burned down." We both smiled at each other. "I've wasted my nights, you turned out the lights. Now I'm paralyzed still stuck in that time when we called it love. Even the sun sets in paradise." By now I was comfortable with Willy hearing me. "I'm at a payphone, trying to call home. All of my change I've spent on you. Where had the time gone? Baby it's all wrong! Where are the plans we've made for two?"