"Ariana what happened? First he's making you cry, then he's brags about your sex, he makes you cry again, you break up with him and then boom. You're here calling him babe on a fancy little date."
I bit my lip. "It's just..."
"It's just what? You'r...
I look at myself in the mirror . I'm sporting a white skirt and a sweater because I don't feel like dressing up today. After applying my makeup and fixing my hair I make my way downstairs.
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I check the time . It's seven fifteen in the morning and my boyfriend should be here at seven thirty. It doesn't give me time for good breakfast plans so I decide on a fruit smoothie.
I pour my smoothie in my bottle when I get a text message. Shit, he's here. I quickly screw the lid on, grab my backpack and leave the house. I dust myself off, put a smile on my face and walk to my boyfriends car.
He unlocks the door and I climb in the passenger seat. "Geez babe, what took you so long ? I've been here for ten minutes." I roll my eyes. "Good morning to you too," I huff. He begins to drive and then reaches a hand over and places it on my thigh. "Sorry babe, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." I don't answer.
He rubs my thigh. "Come on baby, please don't be like that. Don't you forgive me?" I nod. "Whatever. I'll let it go." "That's my girl."
He parks his car and I fix myself up in the mirror. "Would you look at that? It's only seven thirty five."
"I know. School starts in half an hour." I say. He reaches his hand over, placing it on my boob and squeezing it. "Which means we can do some things..." he says now rubbing my boob.
"No."
"But Ariana."
"Zayn, stop. I said no. In the school parking lot?"
"Big deal."
"It's ... disgusting."
"It's naughty and dirty."
I roll my eyes.
"Can you at least suck me off?"
I shake my head. "Is you trying to get laid the only reason for picking me up?" He shakes his head. "No, I just thought you might ... be up for something... because I kind of am."
I shrug. "Okay. Well I'm not." "Okay, damn you don't have to be such a Christian."
Zayn and I sit in the car in total silence until we decide to walk into school. Zayn insist on holding my hand. While I am not exactly happy with him right now, I still let him do it anyways.
Zayn follows me to my locker as I gather my things for first period, which is Spanish. "I love the way that white skirt compliments your tanned skin." "Thank you baby." "I would also love to take it off of you," he whispers in my ear. "Zayn," I say sternly. "I know that the teachers lounge is empty second. Also the janitor closet on the third floor is never used. There is also that creepy stairwell and Mr. Kn-"
I give him a look. "Sorry baby, just getting some thoughts." Zayn walks to me my first period. He gives me a sloppy kiss before pulling away and leaving for his first period, pre-calc.
