"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...
SEXAUL ASSAULT WARNING. IT ISNT'T GRAPHIC BUT IT MAY BE TRIGGERING.
It's Saturday night. I'm getting ready for Bryce's party. I don't really like Bryce but I'm attending for Zayn. It's the first time we're gonna be seen together after I broke things off with him in the cafeteria.
Outfit:
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Hair: *In a ponytail, curled ends
Zayn and I might have been having issues but, I know we like each other. This relationship along with any other relationship I'm in isn't going to work if I can't work past small issues.
I grab my clutch and go downstairs. I grab my black heels by the door and put them on. I fix my hair in the mirror again when someone knocks on my door. Zayn.
I take a deep breath and open it. "Hi baby," I say. "You look gorgeous. Damn." I blush.
"Thank you Zayn." Zayn guides me to his car and opens the door for me. "We're gonna have so much fun tonight. I'm excited. Thanks for coming with me."
"Of course babe," I say. I squeeze his hand, which is currently interlocked with mine. He squeezes mine hand back and I smile to myself.
Zayn parks the car and he gets out opening my door for me. "Shall we?" I grab his hand and we walk hand in hand into Bryce's mansion. I can feel people staring, but who cares?
We get inside and it's pretty much what I expected. Teens making out. Playing games, getting high and drunk. Playing games with alcohol. Zayn guides me to the kitchen where all his ... friends are.
"Ayo, Zayn!" I hear Bryce call. Zayn turns around. "Hey man." Bryce looks at Zayn, me and then our interlocked hands.
"I knew you couldn't stand being apart." He comments. Zayn shrugs, "Just True Love you know?" "Yea or Ariana was feeling dick deprived." I blush. "Chill out man. It's not like that," Zayn says. I'm so happy. He's sticking up for me and actually changing. "Anyways, where are the drinks?" Zayn ask. "Like a drink ? Or a drink drink ?" Bryce asks. "I'll have some vodka but I don't think my babe will."
Bryce nods. He gives Zayn a tiny vodka bottle and a water bottle, then walks away. Zayn sips the vodka . "Do you really need to be drinking babe?" I ask. He rubs my back, "I'll be fine. I drink all the time. Or pretty frequently." I raise my eyebrow. "Seriously?"
Before Zayn can answer one of his teammates come in the kitchen and whispers something in his ear. "Hey, Babe. I'm gonna go play shot darts with the boys. Wanna watch?" "No thanks" "That's okay. I know you're not into that stuff. If you need me, I'll be in the game room." I nod. I sit down at the table on my phone. I shouldn't have came.
