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Monday Morning

Havana .

I enjoyed having Zayn spend the weekend with me. I really had fun. I'm still smiling so hard. Like, I'm one of those overly happy people today, who smile really hard that it looks creepy. Zayn and I walked in through the school doors together, hand in hand. We walked to our lockers and got our things for our first class. As, we walked in I noticed that the teacher wasn't at her desk. I screwed my face and kept walking to my seat along with Zayn.
"Uhm, what's that on your chin?" Zayn asked.
"Skin." I said nonchalantly.
"I know that but it looks like a bruise." Zayn explained.
I swear I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach.
"I-I'll be in the b-bathroom." I mumbled, and walked out of the room to the bathroom.
I walked in and looked in the mirror. And there it was, the infamous mark of Marvin. I quickly dug through my purse and started to curse Marvin out in my mind. I found some concealer and before I could grab it, the door opened. I paid it no mind and reached in for it when a voice said,
"What's the story behind the bruise?"
My head shot up in fear.
"Chris, this is the girl's bathroom. Get out are you crazy?!" I exclaimed.
"Maybe." Chris smirked.
"So what's the reason. It has to have a reason. I mean everything has a reason or story behind it." Chris replied, innocently.
Why do those words sound so familiar-Saturday!
"You were there? At the cliff?" I asked, in disbelief.
"Yep. I go to there to cool off but you and your boyfriend was there," Chris admitted, getting closer to me." and I didn't want to intrude on you two little love birds." Chris said as he brushed one of my curls behind my ear.
"Get away from me!" I cried.
"Was it Zayn that hit you?" Chris asked, with a smirk glued to his face. "I probably wouldn't blame him either." Chris chuckled.
"N-No! Zayn would never-"
"Oh Havana, don't lie for him." Chris interrupted, stroking my cheek.
I slapped his away and said,
"I'm not."
"Whatever you say love." Chris chuckled and walked out the bathroom.
"The fuck were you doing in here? Is Havana in there?"
I stood there frozen like a deer in headlights as I heard Zayn's voice.
"Yeah. I just asked her about the bruise on her chin that's all." Chris replied.
"Well it's none of your business. You shouldn't worry about her, I should. Matter of fact, just don't even talk to her." Zayn said, as the bell for the next class rang.
At that point, I decided to walk out.
"I'll talk to whoever the fuck I want." Chris taunted, and slightly pushed Zayn.
"You know, I'm getting sick of your shit." Zayn grumbled, and lunged at Chris.
I gasped and stood in shock as the fought. People gathered around in a circle to watch. Soon they were both on the ground punching the lives out of one another while I screamed "Stop!" but nothing worked. So I decided to try and break it up by pulling Zayn off of Chris.
"Stop it you're hurting him!" I cried, peeling Zayn off of Chris.
"DO YOU THINK I CARE?! HERE I AM STANDING UP FOR YOU AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS 'YOU'RE HURTING HIM?! ONLY GOD KNOWS WHAT CHRIS COULD'VE DONE TO YOU! " Zayn screamed.
"I-I'm sorry Zayn." I mumbled, as tears ran down my face.
I reached my hand out for Zayn but all he did was flinch away from me.
"He hurts you on a daily basis and here I am kicking his ass for you and you have the nerve to say that I'm hurting him? It's what he fucking deserves." Zayn spat, walking away.
***
I didn't see Zayn for the rest of the day. No one did. After school, I went to the cliff to see if Zayn was there, and he wasn't. So I ventured home and cried silently along the way. I just don't like seeing people fight. That's not the answer to everything. You could be fighting my worst enemy and I'll still try to break it up. I approached my house and unlocked the door then walked inside. I walked straight up to my room and plopped on my bed and didn't move. Here, I had my first love and I already fucked it up. Zayn probably wants to break up with me now. Maybe he'll come to his senses and join Chris. In a matter of time, my cries turned into sobs and my body started to shake violently. Not only was he my boyfriend but he was my only friend. Now I'm really alone. My wrists started to itch; badly. I fought the urge to cut a new scar on my wrist. But the urge was hard. I was about to get up when my phone buzzed.

Mom- Hey, me and Marvin are coming home a bit early. I need to tell you something.

I replied with a simple 'Okay' and laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling as my eyes burned with tears. Why am I such a fuck up?

| Poor Havana. Ugh, Chris always starting shit! I hope Zayn is okay,don't you? Comment!- Andrea|