Bad boys and broken hearts. {WATTYS 2017}

Chapter 22 // Hotels [MATURE]

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I stare across the table at Zayn through my aviators. He smirks, but never breaks the silence that surrounds us in this quiet library. Not many people are here, just librarians and a few kids doing tutoring. I don't know what to say to Zayn, I know why were here but I don't know my decision. He seems cocky, and knows exactly what I'm gonna say, it' written on his face. Look at me I'm gorgeous, you can't pass up a deal like this. I want to slap it off his face, but he knows me too well because I won't pass it up.

"Alright." I sigh, lifting my shades onto the top of my head, revealing my brown eyes.

"You know, I can't stop seeing those brown eyes of yours, they're burned into my mind." He lowers his eyes.

I know he's not just saying my brown eyes because Savannah's are stormy blue.

"Alright." I repeat, brushing off his compliment like I heard nothing at all.

"Alright?"

"We do this, but only one time. Quietly and secretively. We go to a hotel one day this week, and get it over with. No one will know and we won't tell anyone. After so, we move on with our lives and go our own direction."

"I feel like were dealing drugs." He says a bit to loudly, making the librarian glare.

"Shh, we're not dealing drugs." I give him a pointed look.

He nods, standing up. He holds open his arms for a hug and I glare at him, turning away. I walk out the library and to my car, and Zayn leaves ten minutes later as we discussed. He winks in the direction of my car and walks away. An odd feeling forms in the pit of my stomach and I can tell that it's butterflies mixed with fear. I drive off, hoping the drive will clear my head. However, it doesn't —things just get more and more complicated as they go on. I'm about sleep to Zayn this week, and Monday I leave for college. I think. I still can't decide whether I'm going or not.

I know I should be happy and take the scholarship because most people don't get to go to college at all. But I can't just leave a life behind and start a new one. But also, I can't give up on my dreams, I want to be a writer. I want to enter a new world when I write, like I did when I read the watersong series by Amanda Hocking. I want people to want to enter a new world in my books. To be captivated with the words written along the pages. And most of all, I want my books to inspire people.

Oh, yeah. You can write about your love affairs, and how you handle being in love with three people. That'll inspire them. My subconscious snickers.

I choose to ignore her, because right now isn't the time for her ignorance. Maybe I should just go to college and leave all this confusion behind. It will help a lot, I hope.

I pull into the driveway of my parent's home — something I use to look at so fondly. I open my car door and walk to the front step, after turning my car off. I push my key into the lock and turn it, pushing the door open. My parents aren't the least bit surprised to see me. My dad is just a little bit, but he tries to mask the same poker face my mom wears. Happy wife, happy life. I give a slight smile, before placing my keys on the table and fixing myself a cup of apple juice.

"Eva, what are you doing here?" My mom asks, when I join them at the table.

"What? Now I can't come home when I want to?" I raise a brow.

"No, no. Of course you can, sweetheart." My dad reassures me.

"I don't know what to do about college. I want to go just as bad as I did in highschool, but I just feel there is something pulling me back." I jump right to the point.