Mama, I'm in Love with a Criminal

04: Don't Say It's All For the Better

04: Don't Say It's All For the Better

"So, how's Zayn?"

I look at my blond, hazel-eyed brother. Look-wise, you would never even know we are related. He has light hair and eyes and I have light brown hair and deep green eyes. He is muscular with his left arm tattooed up. And about a foot taller than I.

"Fine," I tell him.

He smirks to himself, keeping his eyes in the road. "Why do you say it like that?"

I sigh heavily. "I would tell you, but you'll go all big brother on me."

Andy chuckles. "Would you rather talk to mom?"

I roll my eyes. "No."

"Then tell big brother Andy your problems, AJ," he says.

I roll my eyes. "It's just he doesn't want to...ya know with me," I say, feeling awkward.

He laughs and pulls in front of our small house. "Why not?" He asks, cutting the engine.

I sigh and sink into my seat. "I don't know. He says he doesn't want to take my virginity; even though I've told him a billion times I'm ready and that I trust him."

Andy takes off his seat belt and shifts to look at me. "Maybe he's not ready."

"Well, oh-wise one, then why did he tell me he actually wanted to do it with me?" I ask.

"Guys lie about that shit all the time. He's probably just saying that to look tougher," he explains.

"But-but, he's been with a billion other girls, that doesn't make sense."

I know he has had sex with other girls in the past. Yeah, it bothers me, but he is hot, so it makes sense. I know he isn't shy when it comes to that kind of stuff. I just don't understand why he is with me.

Andy just shrugs. "Maybe you're more than just a fuck buddy. Maybe you're special to him."

"Special?" I ask in disbelief.

He nods and gets out of the car, going inside.

Why in the world would I be special to him? If I am special, would he tell me he loves me? I mean, he's told me before that I was his longest relationship in a while and if he does something wrong to tell him. If I am special, why won't he just-whom am I kidding? Zayn doesn't do "special".

I groan and get out of the car, the frozen air hitting my face. I grab my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and then slam the door shut. I shiver; rubbing my hands together as I walk through the fresh blanket of snow my brother hasn't shoveled yet.

I walk into the house, taking off my coat and closing the door behind me, making sure it is locked. I wipe my feet on the welcome mat and then kick off my short boots.

"Did you have fun?" My mother asks as I walk into the living room. She looks up from her book, smiling at me.

I nod happily. "Yeah. We won by a lot," I tell her. I wasn't lying. I checked with one of the guys on the football team.

I have many friends in school, even though most of them are just friends with me because they're scared of me, but it doesn't really bother me. I am just happy I have friends.

She smiles. "Good. I'm glad you had fun," she says. "Did you eat? There's still pizza if you want."

I shake my head. "I had pizza. Before the game, a couple friends and I went to eat."

She nods. "Well, Andy went and rented a movie. I thought we could all watch it together."

I smile. "Okay, I'll just go change first," I tell her.