I bite my lip and follow Zayn back towards the driveway. He walks me to the passenger side and holds the door open for me, something Chase never did the whole week we were together.
As soon as I sit down in the car, I watch Chase come running out of the house.
"Where are you going?" He says breathlessly just as Zayn is about to shut the door.
"She doesn't want to talk to you." Is all I hear before Zayn slams my door shut and walks around the car to get in.
Chase stands in front of the car, staring at me through the windshield with a frown as Zayn backs out of the driveway.
I look over at Zayn to see that he has one hand on the steering wheel, his other arm resting on the center console. His jawline is prominent and his eyes are focused on the road. He's even better looking than I remember. Maybe it's because I was drunk the first time that we met.
He clears his throat and I immediately look away.
I quietly give him directions and we are soon pulling in front of my house.
I couldn't help but think about the first night that I met him and how rude he was, but here he is giving me a ride home. Maybe he has a sweet side?
"Thank you," I whisper while reaching for the handle.
"You're not gonna get back with him, are you?" Zayn's voice catches me off guard and I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. "Cause that would make you look like an idiot." He says blatantly and I tightly press my lips together, opening the door and slamming it closed before walking towards the front door.
There was the asshole that I remember from that night.
*
I wake up the next morning to my phone buzzing. I spend a few minutes searching for it before I hold it over my face and stare at the screen. I have tons of texts and missed calls.
Five texts and two missed calls from Cameron.
One text and one missed call from Sophia.
Ten texts and five missed calls from Chase.
I groan and toss my phone to the lower end of my bed as I snuggle back into my sheets and go back to sleep.
Hours later, I wake up to my bedroom door swinging open. An angry Brenden storms towards the bed and I hide under my blanket.
"Alivia! What the hell?! I thought you were dead!" He yells at me as he attempts to pull the blanket away from me.
"Bren, stop!" I whine as he continues to tug at the blanket that's covering my face.
"Where did you go last night?" He asks quietly and I freeze, no longer feeling him pulling on the blanket. I come out from under my comforter and he's sitting on the edge of the bed staring at me with a curious brow raised. I sigh loudly and pull myself to a sitting position.
"I left after I found your brother in bed with someone."
Brenden's face doesn't even flinch as he continues staring at me with the same expression.
Did he hear me?
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I finally say after waiting for him to speak.
"And you're surprised?"
Ouch.
"I thought you knew it was a bad idea, especially after he took you to that party the first time you guys went out." Brenden shrugs and I cover my face with my hands.
"I did but there was a part of me that thought it could work," I mumble into my hands as I continue to cover my face.
Brenden's features soften as he leans forward and pulls me into a tight hug. "Well you know there's only one way to get over what happened,"
I uncover my face and widen my eyes at him, he can't be serious. "I'm already over it."
"Is that why you've been ignoring all of us while you lay in bed like a sad puppy?"
"Excuse me?" I can't help but giggle at his expression as he continues to speak.
"We're going out tonight and you're going to look hot."
I roll my eyes and glance at the clock, "I suppose I'll go but I haven't even showered and it's already six."
"Go shower and I'll pick out your outfit." He smiles and my eyes widen. Bren picking out what I'm wearing only means one thing: I might as well go naked.
I do as I'm told and get into the shower, taking my time to wash my hair and clean my body. Once I'm finished, I wrap a towel around my shivering body and make my way back into my room to see Bren and Sophia going through my closet. When did Sophia get here?
"I had to call for back up," Brenden jokes and nudges Sophia's shoulder.
"Hey Soph," I giggle at the site of them in such distress as they toss clothes behind them. I hope they know that I'm not cleaning this up.
"Hey," she smiles at me over her shoulder before showing Bren a black top. He vigorously shakes his head and she throws it behind her, adding to the gigantic pile of clothes on the floor.
"I'm not old enough to go to the club that you guys go to." I say while sitting down on my bed to watch them tear my closet apart.
"You make it sound like we're more than a year older than you," Sophia giggles and I roll my eyes.
"So? I'll buy your drinks." Brenden says casually and just as I am about to protest, he holds up a small black skirt and a pair of black heels. "Aha!" He yells.
"With this!" Sophia holds up a white cami crop top that I didn't even know was in my closet.
They both toss the clothes at me and I laugh, standing to make my way into the bathroom.
"Curl your hair!" Brenden yells at me right before I shut the door. I put on the outfit and I immediately start to question whether or not I should wear it. I suppose I could just finish my hair and make up and then decide afterwards. I apply my make up before starting on my hair. It takes me ten minutes to blow dry it and over half an hour to curl it.
Once I'm finished, I head back to my room to see Bren and Sophia sitting on the end of my bed.
"You look hot," Brenden says with both eyebrows raised and I suddenly feel confident, spinning in a circle for them.
Once I stop spinning, I realize that they're in different clothes than they were I before I left the room. Bren is in a button up shirt with black jeans and Sophia is in a short white dress.
"We brought our clothes and changed while you were in the shower. Bren knew he could get you to say yes to going tonight," Sophia laughs at my confused expression.
I put on the heels that Sophia picked out and look through what's left of my closet for a jacket just in case I get cold. Also so I have something to wrap around myself if I get tired of showing too much skin.
"We picked one out already," Sophia says and tosses me a black jacket.
"Thanks," I mutter while pulling it on and they both stand up.
"Let's go," Bren flashes me a wicked smirk and I suddenly start to get nervous about how tonight is going to go.
