Bad // zaynmalik [on hold]

Chapter Nine

 “Get off of me!” I yelled, trying to push them away, but my hands were caught again.

“Get off-”

“Ellie!” A familiar voice caught me off guard. I stopped struggling and opened my eyes.

It was Makayla.

“Mak?”

“Calm down.” She begged. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I- I-” I couldn't get the words out, instead I broke down into tears, Makayla's arms pulling me into a comforting hug.

“What's wrong, El...” She whispered into my ear. “Just breathe..”

“I just want to go home...” I sniffled.

“Of course.. Come with me..” She pulled me along with her, down the path Zayn had walked me up when we got here. I noticed his car was gone, but that didn't bother me whatsoever. Something told me I wouldn't be dealing with him any longer.

Once we made it to Makayla's silver Prius, she helped me into the passenger's seat, since I was completely drained of energy. She made sure I was strapped in and comfortable, before she got in the car herself. I shivered a bit, turning the heater on as soon as Makayla started the car. I folded my arms across my chest, noticing Makayla staring at me with a worried look.

“What?” I asked flatly, with almost an annoyed tone.

“What the hell are you doing here, El?” Her voice was hushed and disappointed.

“What were you doing here?” I shot back, bringing my knees to my chest for more warmth.

“That's a stupid question and you know it.”

“How so?”

“Are you joking?” He raised an eyebrow. “These are my people? I'm with them on a nightly basis.”

“Plus,” She continued. “Kyle was here, so I was gonna meet up with him.”

“Right..” I pursed my lips, not wanting to talk anymore.

Makayla sighed, finally beginning down the long, sleek road in the middle of nowhere. I looked around her car, surveying the all of the clutter. My eyes rolled over empty Starbucks cups and loose change, my view falling upon the glowing green letters on the dash, reading '12:14'.

“Wow..” I spoke quietly, my voice cracking a bit. “I didn't know it was so late.”

“It's not that late? You hungry? I can stop for food on the way back?”

I nodded, my head facing the window.

“I never got an answer, by the way.”

“Sorry.”

“Don't apologize, El. Just tell me why you were at that party.”

“I was bored...” I shrugged.

“Who brought you?”

“Someone.” I mumbled.

“Who?” She persisted.

“I don't know Mak, maybe I hitched a ride?”

“Why are you refusing to tell me who it was?” She fought back, though she was playing the victim card.

“It was Zayn, okay?”

I figured I'd be scolded for my actions, and would be told about how much I would regret ever talking to that boy. Instead, Makayla kept quiet. I looked over at her, only to see that she was sat straight faced, her eyes locked on the road.