Breaking Bad » Zayn Malik

Chapter 33

•Zayn•

I pace back and forth around my room before finally deciding on calling Dylan, fucking Austin isn't answering so Dylan is my last resort.It rings twice before he picks up.

"Hey man , what's up?"

"I'm freaking out man. I'm going on a date with Jennelle tonight and I don't know what to do."

"Haven't you been on dates before? Why are you stressing about a certain date?"

I take a deep breath and run my fingers through my already messy hair.

"Yeah I've been on dates before, but all the dates were at parties and I always got laid by the end of the night. So I wouldn't call them dates"

Dylan laughs over the phone and I groan in frustration, which makes him laugh more.

"I'm serious! She's not like most girls I've been with and I want this date to be special.."

The line is silent for a few moments and I hear Dylan take a deep breath and let it out heavily.

"You really like her don't you?" He asks softly and I nod my head without realising that he's not in front of me.

"Yeah, I like her a lot and sometimes it scares the hell out of me.I'm a different person when I'm around her. She makes me forget about all the shit I have to put up with on a daily basis. She makes me happy."

"Alright mate, here's what I think you should do..."

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•Jennelle•

I don't have anything to wear! " I wail as I aimlessly search through my closet, trying to pick out a possible outfit, and then give up. Anna appears from the bathroom and laughs as she takes a seat on my bed. I invited her over because I was stressing out and I needed help. A lot of help.

"Jenn, calm down! You never know, maybe Zayn is stressing out also and maybe that's why he didn't text you yet."

I scoff and roll my eyes.

"Zayn? Nervous? Whatever! I bet he's been on plenty of dates and been with a ton of girls, so why would he be nervous? I'm the one who should be stressing. This is my first actual date with a guy. All my other dates with guys were going to parties and smoking..No guy actually took the time to plan something or to get to know me well, all they wanted was to get into my pants.. And I was so stupid back then that I let one of them.."

I look away , ashamed of what I did a year ago..

"So that's why you didn't like Zayn at first? Because you thought that he was like other guys? Well he isn't. He's changed! Can't you see it? Before you came to this school , Zayn was a wreck. His dad left him and he started rebelling. He was sleeping with girls left and right, smoking, fighting and then you came, and then it all stopped.There were fights here and there,but he focused all his attention on you. Like you were some sort of prize. He really likes you. I've never seen him put all his attention into someone. The way he's acting now, I don't think he'll ever hurt you. You're breaking the bad out of him"

"Breaking Bad" I mumble quietly and look elsewhere.

"Exactly! Now come on , let's do your hair. Just then, as if

I breathe out a sigh of relief and walk into my closet. I search through my closet and pick out a cream sweater, light wash skinny jeans, and a pair of riding boots. Its getting pretty cold . I wonder what we're going to do outside? Maybe on a walk of some sort? I don't know.

"Anna we need to go winter shopping tomorrow! I'm not trying to freeze my ass off!"

"It doesn't even get that cold up here! But sure love, we could go tomorrow. Come on hurry up! I have to do your hair!"

"Fine!" I groan and trudge into the bathroom and sit on a nearby stool. I sigh, running my fingers through a mess I sadly call hair. "Please don't go all out."

"Girl hush, I got this"

"Ugh"

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•Zayn•

I look at the scene in front of me and run a hand through my hair but then stop. I don't want to mess it up.

"Dylan do you think she's gonna like it? What if she doesn't like it?"

Dylan groans and grabs my arm .

"Mate chill the fuck out! She's gonna like it! You've been asking me the same question more than ten times!"

I laugh and nod my head. "I didn't have enough time to make a proper dinner but is this okay?"

Matt looks into the basket and laughs "yeah mate , at least you made something, so just take it easy"

"You're right, thanks man" We do the usual man hug and he gets into the car and drives off, a few seconds later I do the same.

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I arrive at Jennelle's house two minutes early but whatever, who's counting right? I get out of the car and walk up nervously to her front door and ring the doorbell. I hear faint movement behind the door and Jennelle mumbling something in spanish to who I'm guessing is her father? About two seconds later her dad opens the door and sizes me up.

"Hey Zayn."

"Um, hi Mr.Garcia" I stutter and look into the house and i hear jennelle upstairs whispering something to someone upstairs with her.

"Jennelle will be right down."

I nod my head and take a seat on one of the kitchen stools. A minute passes and Jennelle finally appears from the stairs. Her hair is down the way it usually is but her curls look more defined and are in ringlets. Anna is behind her smiling like a proud mother. When I meet her eyes she smiles and blushes lightly and pays attention to the stairs so she wont stumble. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she greets me with a quick kiss on the cheek and turns toward her dad.

"I want her home by eleven, no later."

Her dad warns me and I nod my head while intertwining her fingers with mine. He smiles at the sight of our hands and opens the door for us.

"You two have fun"

Jennelle gives her dad a quick kiss on the cheek and we head out.

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•Jennelle•

"Where are we going?" I ask Zayn once we get to his car and he starts the engine.

"It's a surprise." He says while smirking before searching the pockets of his jacket . He pulls out a black bandana and scoots closer to me. "Just to make sure you don't peek." he laughs when he sees my shocked expression.

"Ugh fine." I say and he laughs while I turn my back towards him so he can blindfold me.

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We drive in silence for a while and I occasionally ask him are we there yet and he chuckles and says no.

"Are we-"

"Jesus Jennelle, this is the tenth time you asked that in the last twenty minutes!"

"I'm sorry! I just hate surprises!" I groan and I can hear him snicker.

"Yeah I can tell."

Zayn makes a right turn and I can hear the tires moving onto a gravel road. He parks and there's silence for a moment until he unbuckled his seatbelt and unbuckled mine also.

"You're going to have to keep the blindfold