Zendaya's convinced she's happy. She has the perfect boyfriend, Trever, she has her music that she's going on tour for again, she stars in big movies now, she's the top covergirl, and she has the best friends in the world. Laura, Jacob, Tony. And To...
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"Hey Tom? You good mate?" Harrison said sitting next to me on the couch. "Yeah, yeah I'm good. I just didn't sleep well." "Why's that?" "Somethings wrong. Zendaya's, acting a bit different. She seems more, I don't know. Down, maybe? I went to go and get her for a scene and she had what I think was a panic attack, but I don't know." "Why did she have a panic attack?" "I don't know. She had a small cut and bruise on her face and I think she has one on her side too 'cause she was looking at something before I came up to talk to her and when I opened the door, she quickly covered herself. She said she got it from falling down the stairs, but if it was that, she wouldn't have started to panic when I asked her what really happened." "Well, I think if she doesn't want to tell you, just let it go mate." Harrison said patting my back. I sighed. "Yeah, Okay." "Now cheer up. Laura said something about a party and Zendaya's house and I'm going which means you're going." He stood up and held out his hand for me to take and I did and we drove to Zendaya's house for a "party".
Zendaya
"Everyone'll get here in 10 minutes Trevor." I said in a hushed voice filled with fear. I don't know why though. He hasn't done anything other than that one night. Maybe it was just 'cause he was drunk. I mean, I know he loves me, and I know I love him. Right? He wouldn't purposely hurt me. "Is all the food ready?" "No....I asked you if you wanted pizza and you didn't answer so I was just gonna wait until everyone got here so they all could order their own pizza." I stepped back from him a little. "Was that not okay?...." "It's a party Zendaya." He said in the same tone as the other night. But this time he wasn't drunk. "I know that Trevor." "Party's are supposed to have food already there. Are you that stupid?" He took a step toward me and I took another step back. "I'll go order pizza then." I said as I turned around and started to walk to the phone. He grabbed my wrist hard and spun me to face him. "What's the point of having a girlfriend if they can't do simple things like order pizza, huh?" "What?" "Oh, you didn't know that? Girlfriends eventually become wives who do everything for you, right. They clean, cook, take care of the stupid kids. Oh, but they do more than that, don't they?" He pulled me flush against him and moved his head towards mine and took a deep breath and smelt my hair. I closed my eyes and mouth to keep me from crying. He obviously picked up on it. "What's wrong Z? Are you being impatient?" I frowned. "Impatient for what?" "For what's coming." "What..." He leaned down and kissed me, and I tried to pull away but his hands kept me from moving. "Trevor stop....please stop." He slowly moved his hands up from my hips toward my stomach and kept going up towards my breasts. "Stop Trevor." I said as I pushed him away. "Hey!" He raised his voice. "Did I say you could walk away?" "I don't have to do anything you say Trevor." "Excuse me!?" He picked up a plate and threw it at me. It missed me and hit the wall behind me. I crouched down and started crying. Then the doorbell rang. Trevor cleared his throat. "That's the guests. Now go clean yourself up. You'll embarrass me looking like that. And put some makeup on and cover up that bruise on your cheek. It makes you look hideous." I quickly ran upstairs to my room and cried, and after about five minutes, I reapplied my makeup and changed into a white tank top and a pair of jean shorts and went downstairs and joined everyone else who had already brought pizza.
Tom
Jacob had brought pizza over because he knows what we all normally get and he said he wanted to eat right away. He was very happy he did 'cause Trevor said that Zendaya forgot to get it. He seemed a little upset about it but Laura tried to tell him it was no big deal, but his mood didn't seem to shift. But she let it go. Zendaya didn't come down from upstairs until a while after. I frowned as she came down the stairs trying to figure what she was doing. I smiled when she met my eyes. She was wearing very little makeup and her curly hair was pulled up into a high loose ponytail. She wore a white tank top that stoped around her bellybutton, showing a bit of skin(which for some weird reason I couldn't stop looking at for a sec), and a pair of jean shorts. "Zendaya!" Jacob said raising his hands in the air with pizza in them. "Z!" Laura, Tony, and Harrison all said at the same time. "Hey guys." She said smiling coming down from the stairs. She didn't seem as upbeat as normal but, maybe she's just tiered. She walked over to me and sat down in the empty spot on the coach between me and Laura. "Hey Daya." "Hi Tom." "Hey Zendaya," Trevor started. She didn't look at him. "Wanna come sit over with me?" "You're sitting in a chair that's meant for one person." "So, you can sit on my lap." I felt her get a little tense but not enough to see. I stepped in(don't ask why. I don't know). "Pizza's over here Trev, she looks hungry." He made a grunt sound and got up and went into Zendaya's kitchen and picked up the broom. He turned around the counter and started sweeping something up that sounded like a broken glass. "Thanks," Zendaya said under her breath. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" "Sure." We both stood up and walked into the hall. "What's up?" She said in her upbeat self. "Zendaya stop." "What?" "You don't have to act upbeat when I know you're not." "I'm not acting anything." She frowned and said getting a little defensive. Then her frown disappeared. "You're bleeding." She said looking at the sleeve on my T-shirt. I looked at it then at her. "No. You're bleeding." I pointed at her arm which had a new clean cut going across her upper arm that had a trail of blood slowly falling down her arm. Her face turned a little red. "What happened?" I asked reaching for her arm but she pulled away went I touched her. I don't think she did it 'cause she didn't want me to touch it, I think it was just instincts when someone touches her. That thought made me a little uneasy. "Sorry." "Zendaya," She looked away. "Zendaya look at me. Please," She looked up at me with a tear already falling down her face. "What happened?" "I don't know?" "Yes you do." We held eye contact for a while. "You can tell me. Please Zendaya. I just wanna help." "Zendaya!" Trevor called from the other room. She closed her eyes. "Yes?" "Where's your dustpan?" "Under the sink." "Good, you know where it is. Can you finished the pile of glass that you broke earlier?" "I have to go Tom, excuse me." She said walking around me. She stoped and looked back. "Just drop it. I'm fine." She gave me a small smile and went to join Trevor in the kitchen. The fact that she told me to drop it, 100% means I'm not gonna drop it.
