[COMPLETED]
❝Of all the races I've started, loving him is the one I never want to finish.❞
In this re-imagination of my most popular story, Arielle Hawthorne is an illegal street racer, just like Zayn Malik. Zayn's egotistical, flirty, and a major p...
"The more you hide your feelings, the more they show. The more you deny your feelings, the more they grow." — Unknown
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A R I E L L E
After leaving Zayn's house in the morning and heading back to mine, I find that the house is empty. Chase is no where to be seen and I'm not surprised because it's fairly normal. The boy is out getting laid all the time so he's not always hanging around the house.
I had a bit too much to drink last night and I'm sure a large part of that is from seeing stupid fucking Hayes. It irritated me to no end to see him with Bayleigh and the way she was talking to me. Didn't help when he was acting all defensive with Zayn.
I don't know who the fuck he thinks he is, but he was an asshole last night.
Another shitty thing was that I was still at Zayn's this morning when Hayes texted me an apology, said he was drunk, and asked if he could come over and explain himself. I probably should've said no, but I figured I should give him the benefit of the doubt. If he acts like an ass, then I'll fucking bitch him out about all of it and I'll officially be done with his ass forever.
So when I hear a knock on the door, my nerves go haywire, unsure of how this will go. I'm not entirely sure what to expect with this. Is he going to be sweet with me? Is he going to come in here all pissy and angry?
I open the door to face Hayes, who looks hot as ever and seeing his face immediately pisses me off.
"Hey," he says softly.
I take a step back, allowing him entrance. He carefully steps inside my house, walking into the living room where he stands awkwardly for me to turn around. As I approach, I'm sure to keep my distance, crossing my arms to stare at him angrily.
"Listen," he starts, giving me a sincere gaze. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I had a bit too much to drink last night and I was on a first date with Bayleigh and I wanted to make you jealous. When I saw you, and you looked so beautiful I—I don't know what came over me."
I don't respond, standing my ground.
"I'm not sure what's been going on with me, but I haven't entirely been myself and I apologize. I still love you and seeing you with another man breaks my heart and I guess—" he sighs, running a hand along his nape. "I guess I get defensive and jealous and it's not a nice side of me. I don't even like that Hayes."
