Betrayal

Chapter Seven

{ Zayn's POV }

"You what?!" There is no way I heard that right. When Teddy asked me if I wanted a ride home I thought we would be learning more about each other. Instead here she is telling me something I would rather die then let happen.

"You heard me Zayn. Brandon asked me out on a date and I said yes." I look at her disbelievingly. She can't be serious. I thought she was suppose to be that girl that didn't fall for him.

"I thought you didn't even like him Teddy!" I shout at her, my mind freaking out.

"I don't like him! He wouldn't take no for an answer so I had to say yes." She shouts back. So I guess we are in a shouting contest. Our first fight and it's over fucking Brandon.

"No you didn't! You could have kneed him in the penis and shouted no. You know you should come hang out with me instead. We could go to the movies or take a hike somewhere." Anything to keep her away from that dick face.

"I'm sorry Zayn, I stick to my words. I said yes to him and I'm going. You're suppose to be the nice friend that says 'You should go and try to have fun and if the shithead tries anything, I'll cut his dick off!' I promise I'll call you if he tries anything, alright?"

Ugh why me? I'm way better looking then that prick yet he even gets the girl I like. Although I would rather enjoy cutting his dick off if he does try anything. I smirk just thinking about it.

"You''ll have more fun with me though."

"Zayn." She gives me the 'Shut your face before I shut it for you' look.

"Okay Teddy you have yourself a deal. Now come inside for a while, I'll make you my special meal." I say as she pulls into my driveway.

"Oh yeah and what's that?" She asks raising her eyebrows.

"Microwaved pizza." I laugh and look at her. She looks like she is ready to burst out laughing. Instead of doing what I expected, she collects herself and starts messing around.

"Oh Mr. Malik how delighted I would be to come and try some of your microwaved pizza." She says in a posh voice.

"It will be my pleasure to serve you madam." I open up my door and rush to her side. Opening her door, she sticks out her hand for me to take. Grabbing her hand and closing the door, we walk up to the front door. I unlock it and lead her inside. "Please sit down and your dinner will be served shortly."

"Why thank you kind sir." Swishing her hips dramatically from side to side as she takes a seat.

"Okay okay. I serender! I can't keep the act going anymore. It's to weird and not us. What kind of pizza do you want? Cheese, sausage or pepperoni?"

"I'll take a sausage pizza please." I look at her before I continue to the fridge.

"Really, a sausage? I would have taken you for the cheese pizza type but sausage it is."

"I love the way you say sausage. It just makes the word sound so much cooler." She answers out of nowhere batting her eyelashes.

"You're weird." I say as I turn to the fridge to get the pizzas out.

"Well of course I am. I have to be to be friends with you and the rest of the gang."

"Come on now. We have our days but we definitely aren't that weird." I look at her with raised eyesbrows, daring her to say more.

"You boys are the weirdest I've seen in all my 17 years. I think it's because you're from across the pond. Over there it seems like you're a century or two behind America."