The Marcel Makeover

Chapter 9

Zayn's POV

So changing Marcel wasn't such a bad idea.

Maybe we should change his name.

To something like Harry.

Hah, no. We'll keep Marcel.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing.

Oh shoot, it's Beth.

Maybe I should break things between us here and now?

"Hey Beth." I greeted.

"Hello Zaynie-poo." She replied. Was she drunk?

"Hey, you drunk?"

"Nah, just messin' babe."

"Right. I got something to tell you."

"What..."

"Well, I think that things haven't been going well lately and I feel I have to break what we have." I said slowly.

"Okie dokes, I think so too. Guess we're only friends now! So, who's the new girlfriend?" She asked casually, but I knew better.

She wasn't exactly heartbroken, but she sure was sad.

And she wasn't gonna like my new girl.

"Uh... Her name's..."

"Yeah?"

"Isha." I blurted out.

And it was true. She was in our school, and... Yeah, things clicked.

"Oh, her?"

"Yeah..."

"Well I suggest you be a good boyfriend and take care of her, 'cause God only knows what accident could occur." She threatened, and hung up.

Creep. Was she threatening me? Out of all the people she threatens me? She really has no idea what I'm capable of. Stupid girl. If she messes with Isha, I'm going to ruin her life at home.

Then Beth called again. I should change her contact name to Beth the Witch. Or to Beth the something else that rhymes with witch but I ain't gonna write it down.

"What do you want?" I remarked.

"Just a quick reminder that your poor little girlfriend just dropped her Starbucks drink, after she was thrown into a black van."

Oh no she did not. She...

"You. You egotistical little bloody dirtball. You creepy weirdo. You witch! What the heck d'you think you're flipping doing?! I'm going to murder you!"

"Now, now Zayn. Relax, it's not that she's going to get hurt or anything... Or wait, I'll consider that part."

"Who the frick is with you, 'cause I'm going to track you down and rip your heart out! No, scratch that, you don't have a heart, so I'll rip your brain out! Wait, scratch that again, you don't even have a brain!"

She cackled, "Zayn, Niall & Louis are with me and they're gonna help out. Don't try calling them. They've switched their phones off. Byeeee!"

I threw my phone down. On the floor. What? Was she messing? Wha- I don't even know.

I have an idea. When we were dating, Beth's father, Mr. Rogers, was very protective about Beth and gave me their house phone number... And now, it's finally useful. I've never called the number before, so try don't know my phone, and Beth isn't at home to tell them anything.

At least I don't think she is.

I picked my phone up from the floor and swiped my thumb against the screen, quickly typing my pass code and unlocking it. It was 7 pm, so they should be home.

I cleared my throat and dialed their number.

A few rings later, Mrs. Rogers picked up the phone.

"Roger household, how can I help you?" She asked.

"Good afternoon, I'm calling about Beth Rogers' pregnancy results." I said, in my fake voice.

"Who is it dear," I heard a man say, "put it on speaker phone!"

"Hello?" I asked, checking that they hadn't left me.

"Hello, this is Robert Rogers on the phone, you are calling about our daughter Beth?" Robert asked.

"Yes, sir. You are Ms. Rogers father?"

"Yes."

"Very well, I am calling from the clinic, and Beth came a few weeks ago, and had a pregnancy test."

"What?! When- when did this happen?"

I tried to contain my laughter as I carried on speaking, "Yes, she was complaining that her sugar levels had dropped and she wanted to check." I lied.

"What do the results say?"

"Positive. Ms. Beth Rogers is pregnant."

I could hear her dad hyperventilating, "Thank you very much, I'll speak to her."

"No problem sir. Goodbye." I hung up.

And that's when I exploded.

She was going to get whipped.

I couldn't contain my laughter.

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Woah, double update... Got some drama in this one... And ZAYNS new girlfriend.

Bye xx