The New Kid

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

I quickly looked at the pantry door then back at Zayn.

"Who is that?" Zayn wondered,his eyes sparkling with worry.

"I'm not sure,but I sure as hell hope it's not my mom." I answered.

"Why?" Zayn asked,slowly walking to the front door- holding his hand out to open it.

".....Because I didn't exactly ask if you could come over...and if she knew I brought some guy to our house and kissed him she'd kill me!" I whisper-yelled,pulling Zayn's hand away from the door.

"Oh,well then I guess I'll go hide." Zayn said,quickly looking around the house and immediately sprinting up the stairs. This was kind of exciting.

I took a deep breathe and slowly opened the door.

"Hello,I'm here to drop off a package." Hallelujah.

"Oh,okay...um thanks." I said,relieved.

"If you could just sign here," The UPS man pulled out a paper and handed me a pen and I signed quickly,"Alright,thanks." and he was off. I quickly closed the door and was surprised by two strong hands around my waist,and a head resting on my shoulder. I turned my head and looked at the beautiful face just inches from mine. Gosh,he was gorgeous. I wanted nothing more to kiss him in that moment,but did something else instead.

"Hey,can we talk?" I asked Zayn,pulling his hands off my waist & into my own.

"Yeah,sure babe." I loved it when guys called me babe. Damn,this boy already had me wrapped around his finger. "What about?"

I released one of Zayn's hands and skipped over to the couch,sitting Indian-style facing him. "Well,hmm..," I wasn't sure how to say this. " I feel like I don't know you."

"You don't know me?" Zayn asked,he was clearly confused.

"Yeah,I mean,I don't know ANYTHING about you. I met you today and well,I feel like I should know more about a guy I just kissed.." I said,looking down at my lap nervously spinning my thumbs around one another.

Suddenly, Zayn put his pointer finger on my chin; lifting it up so that I was now looking into his beautiful blue eyes. I couldn't help but smile. "Well,what do you want to know? I'm an open book." his lips curved into a small smile as he slowly took his hand off my chin.

"Well,why did you move here?" I asked, glad Zayn understood.

"I moved here from Georgia. I've lived there all my life until now,of course. Because my,my--" he slowly looked up to the ceiling,I could see his eyes watering a little. They looked like an ocean,I could stare into them for days. He cleared his throat & dried his eyes. "My parents recently got a divorce,they were gonna wait until I graduated,but they just really can't stand eachother."

I felt bad for him,I didn't really know what to say," Oh I'm-I'm sorry..if it makes you feel better my parents are divorced too,I've lived with my mom since I was like two." how was that suppose to make him feel better? Ugh,I'm so stupid...

Zayn looked at me surprised,"That kinda does actually, I've never met anyone with divorced parents. I've always lived in a cookie-cutter town. Everybody was the same,every house was the same,we had an image we had to keep. That's why we moved here because my parents would look bad if they stayed in Atlanta,being divorced and all."

"Oh well... Do you like it here?" I asked,trying to lighten the mood.

Zayn could sense my tone-change and I could tell he was relieved," oh yeah,I mean,I haven't really had time to look around; but I'm sure it's great."