Cool Kids » Z.M. AU [discontinued]

5. Maybe

Zayn found himself in a bit of a predicament; he didn't know what to do. Call the number, don't call the number? What was the boy to do?

He didn't want to seem desperate, didn't want to be the first one to give in. But then again, he kind of had to. Sky didn't have his number so there was no way she could contact him unless they met in person. Even then they'd have to figure out a way to let each other know they wanted to meet up beforehand. So, really, Zayn was the deciding factor in all of this.

If he didn't call he was done. He didn't want to be done, he wanted to talk to Sky.

Why was he so complicated?

Except, it didn't have to be this complicated at all. Zayn was just—he was awkward, to put it in the easiest way. He was awkward and nervous and that's something he's never really had to put up with until now. It was weird. Weird how Sky of all people made him feel all these different emotions; so many that he couldn't keep up with them. It was like a car going way beyond the speed limit and a police car not being able to chase it quick enough.

Zayn couldn't understand himself. Especially now as he stared at his phone with concentrated hazel eyes, almost as if it were a ticking time bomb and he was just waiting for it to explode.

Maybe he was afraid. Of what, he couldn't exactly answer that question quite yet. Zayn was conflicted, nonetheless. And when it came to Sky and her wavy blond hair, what was a guy like Zayn to do?

***

Two days had passed and Zayn still hadn't contacted her. In fact, he found himself shoving his phone deep into his pockets and never checking it at all for a whole day. Which was bizarre because it was like Zayn was nothing without his phone. Or at least that's what he claimed -- he couldn't live without it, apparently.

But now all of a sudden here he was with his phone switched off—not on silent—and buried deep into the front pocket of his black skinny jeans. Wow, if Zayn didn't think he was pathetic before he sure did now.

He was practically the definition of pathetic. Look it up in the dictionary and his name would be the first thing to pop up. Hell, he's surprised the word 'pathetic' isn't being carved into his forehead for the whole world to see by now. It should be hanging from a neon sign, flashing above his head.

But if being pathetic was what he needed to be right now, then so be it. Zayn didn't think he could face Sky right now without suffering from firsthand embarrassment. And now that he thought about it, he couldn't do anything right around her. And if Zayn couldn't do something as simple as texting the girl, how'd he expect them to grow? How'd he expect their friendship to blossom?

Maybe this was a sign for him. Maybe this was the world's way of telling Zayn that he shouldn't be chasing after this girl in the first place. Maybe...

"You should text her, you incompetent child." Louis smacked Zayn across the back of his head.

Sometimes, Zayn thought, Louis could be a right ass.

"My phone's dead," Zayn lied, voice growing small. (Something that often happened when he refused to tell the truth.)

"You've always been the worst liar, Zayn. I can't believe you actually tried to use that against me."

Well, he wasn't exactly wrong about that.

But still...

"You do realize," Louis started again. "That that thing they invited us two, whatever that thing may be, is tonight, right?"

"No, it's tomorrow," Zayn corrected his friend with furrowed eyebrows. "They told us Saturday, yeah?"

Louis sighed, shaking his head slowly. "Yeah," he said. "Which is today. Today is Saturday, Zayn."