The Inevitable Disaster || Jerrie

<Chapter 9>

<126 days before graduation>
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"Okay, tell me what's wrong with you." A lunch tray slams in front of the blonde and it pisses her the hell out. She looks up from her laptop, glaring at the source of distraction. Leigh-anne gazes from her food along with Louis who ate his cup of corn as if it was popcorn.

Perrie ignores the two watchers, focus solely on her boyfriend. "What are you talking about, Zayn?"

The guy eyes her then eyes their two friends, then he also noticed the crowd of people watching and it made him feel very awkward.

"Come on, let's talk privately."

"We'll be back." He calls out to the two who shrugs as they continue nipping on their food. Perrie complies and smacks her lap top head shut, warning their two friends about snooping around the device. He holds Perrie by the arm and drags her down to his car.

Everytime she went to see Zayn's car, it was always like guessing game. Guess which car from his million dollar collection will be today's winner.

It's the Bentley Continental GT.

Definitely affordable.

"Thank god we're out of there, I needed a puff." She turns to look outside while he hears her boyfriend lights himself a shag. He pokes her cheek and offers the cigar, and as always, she rejects the cancerous stick. He rolls down his window an inch to fit his cigarette and rest the burning dark hellish side to the outside to reduce Perrie's chances of catching second-hand smoking. At this point, Perrie is just surprise that he manages to not have that intoxicating scent tinted on his being.

"Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"

"Yeah, 'course I am."

"Then why do you still do it?"

"I don't do it that much, I've just been stressed lately." He reasons. He says that all the time.

"Is it because you screamed at Danielle and embarrassed the both of you?" Mostly her.

"How do you know that?"

"Everyone knows."

"Fuck, that doesn't matter. Stop talking about me. Tell me what's wrong with you." He guinely sounds perturbed by her behavior and it makes a pit of guilt to swirl in her insides. She looks at her shoe. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I mean what's been going on with you and Jade?"

"Nothing." He scoffs, raking his fingers through his quiff as he inhales another drag, "It's already the end of the month, you've been avoiding me and Jade the whole time. She hasn't been home since the storm and you guys haven't spoken in a days. You really believe me to think that nothing is happening?"

"We don't need to speak all the time."

"Bullshit." The younger girl's hand was slowing creeping on to the handle, ready to bolt and disappear forever.

Okay Perrie. In 3.

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"Don't even try." He says and locks all the locks from his stupid fancy console. The beauty rolls her eyes and slams her body back on the chair at the pathetic unsuccessful escape. "You're locking me here against my will. Isn't this illegal?"

"I don't care. I just care about how I can make my bestfriend to be my bestfriend again and how to get my sister to come home again. You guys were insepretable, what's happened?"