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Nineteen

Addie's P.O.V.

It was Monday and I was definitely not ready for school in the morning. I rolled over in my bed and checked the clock; it was seven in the morning. I had an hour and a half before my school started. I was so lucky that my school started whenever I wanted, basically; it depended on the classes I took.

Zayn had left last night and I thought about him even while I was sleeping. I couldn't believe I kissed him. I actually kissed him! Although it was a short kiss, it was so sweet and right. He was an amazing kisser to be honest. If anything, I thought he would give in and kiss me himself.

It was just so surprising to me because first off, I was still alive, and second, I wasn't too shy like I normally was. I mean, yeah, I can talk to people without much of a problem. I was pretty confident, but not insanely confident. I still had my insecure moments, but damn. I kissed that god of a person.

Wow.

I slowly stretched and hopped off my bed, struggling to start my day. I strolled over to my bathroom and took a quick shower before getting dressed in a casual yet cute outfit. I left my hair down in its natural waves, but I took a single piece and used a bobby pin to keep it back before spraying it lightly with hair spray.

I simply put on light cover-up to hide the few places were acne were visible, because hey, I was certainly not perfect like Zayn. I had embarrassing pimples and bad hair days sometimes. Luckily, that didn't happen when I was around him. I would've die. No, seriously, I would've literally just laid in the middle of the road and hoped for a truck to run me over.

I also put on a thin line of eyeliner on my top eyelids, applied a fair amount of mascara (duh, I want longer eyelashes), and I brushed on a bit of blush to add some color to my face. Wow, I was way  too pale. I smiled at myself in my mirror...and then I frowned. I still looked too plain.

But whatever, it was school. I didn't need to look good for anyone...except Zayn, but I probably wouldn't see him today. So yeah, screw the jealous haters. I was fab. Oh god. No, I was so not. What was up with these annoying, conflicting feelings this morning? Oh wait, I had these feelings all day, every day.

Don't you wish your mind would shut the hell up sometimes? It was pretty distracting for me especially when I was bored in a class. I tried desperately to block out my inner thoughts and focus on my upcoming school day. I slipped my phone in the pocket of my ripped skinny jeans and grabbed a water bottle, a book, binders, notebooks, and my laptop and shoved all the crap in my backpack.

 I slung another bag in my arm to carry extra stuff like my wallet, keys, chap-stick, some pencils and pens, my earphones, my iPod and a granola bar. You know, almost everything a teenage girl needs to survive in the real world. Sadly, my life would not be complete with all of these things because I wouldn't be able to fit a TV, refrigerator, or a personal copy of Zayn Malik inside my bags. 

Life was very cruel and selfish sometimes.

I took my keys out again because I forgot that I needed them to lock my door and drive, silly me, and I was able to successfully accomplish those tasks. I turned up the volume on the stereo of my car and blasted the first song that came on: "Slow Down" by Selena Gomez. You know, many girls I knew didn't like Selena because apparently, she was a "total slut".

I used to think that, I admit, but if you actually took some time to put thought into your words, you'd realize that basically every girl goes through their own slutty phase. When? I didn't know. It happened at different times for every girl. Sometimes, it didn't last long. Other times, you never really broke free from the phase.