Boundaries ➳ z.m. au

six

Jessica Wilson

Zayn and I are sitting in his car on the way to the school. The car is surrounded by silence which is not normal to us. I coughed but he didn't flinch or whatever. His eyes are just glued to the road.

"Zayn, what's the problem?", I can't take it anymore so I broke the silence.

"It's none of your business Jess.", he snapped at me. I felt my jaw fall at his response and I felt rage inside me.

"Not my business? It's NOT MY BUSINESS ZAYN? What the hell?", I snapped at him.

He didn't say anything after that so I stayed quiet and tried to keep myself from punching him right through the face. I switched on the music to calm myself as I leaned on the window.

We reached the school and as the car stops, I opened the door immediately to go to the first period not waiting for Zayn.

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I sat in the middle of the room as i'm the only one who got here early as usual.

With Zayn.

My subconscious told me.

And so?

I shook my head to erase the thoughts.

Speaking of the devil.

Zayn walked in and sat beside me where he usually sits.

Go talk to him! Don't be a bitch and ask him what's really his problem. Maybe you can help him. You're his best friend remember?

But—

Best friend are always there no matter what.

Okay fine!

I turn to him as I fiddled with my fingers.

"Zayn, can you please tell me what's your problem? Maybe I can help you?", I suggest with my eyes scanning his face. He looked up at me after I said his name.

"Jess, I don't need your help." He told me with a cold look.

"Okay fine!", I rolled my eyes at him and flicked him. What a fucking bastard.

I turned my back to him and fished my cellphone out of my pocket to distract myself. He is not my business anyway.

Minutes later, the room is now filled with students. None of us two did even tried to talk to each other or anyone.