Chasing The Playboy /// H.S Fanfiction

Rumors

(He-said)

I thought that high school was going to be great, but that was until my Fathers college friend, son moved in with us. I thought having a boy, another person, someone around my age living with me, I'd finally have someone to talk to and do guy stuff with but no.

He was always so quiet and alone in his room locked up all day unless he was eating food, taking a shower, using the bathroom or school. Other then that he's always in his room. I'd never even stepped foot or seen his room.

My father always told us to play nice because his father was a great business man to invest in dad but I didn't know what to do about him. All I know about this guy is that his names Zayn Malik, he's quiet and has tattoos all over him. I never even really understood what was so fascinating in his room that would make him stay there all day.

Other then that there's nothing wrong except the fact that Serena Davis was on TV, on the newspaper and all over social media. It's like wherever I turn she's always there, her face is everywhere.

Now I don't know why she is and nor do I care, but I hear it's because of that notebook she's always carrying around. Whenever she's stalking me or following me in class I always see her carrying that journal around, randomly writing things in it like its her most precious object in the world.

It's about the things she wrote in there that got her on the newspaper and I'm not sure if it's a good thing or if it's a bad thing but I don't really want to know because I want nothing to do with her.

The last time I tried to ask her about the journal she told me it was personal and important. I blurted out how stupid it was and that it looks like it was thrown in mud and water spilled all over it, and someone tried to blow dry it to fix it. I know that's harsh but it was, it looked so old and used I didn't get why it mattered, then she told me My opinion meant nothing to her.

I kind of took offense to that but what it did to me most was get me mad. She tells me my opinion means nothing but for years she's always there, on my shoulder, following me around like a lost puppy. Always in my life trying to get to me one way or another like her life depended on it. It made no sense which is why it go me so mad which makes no sense because I shouldn't be mad but it only gets me madder. Okay, I'm not making any sense right now, see what this girl is doing to me!?

It was time for me to go to soccer practice since school was already over and I was just packing my clothes. I headed out my room with my bag and soccer ball.

"Hey man, you got a sec?" I heard someone ask. I looked around but there was no one in the hallway or down the stairs. Then the door to Zayns room opened making me wonder if it was him.

I dropped my things in front of my room door and went into his room. I looked around and I couldn't believe my eyes. The room had papers on the walls filled with sketches and writings. Art canvases were set up with the most amazing paintings I've ever seen. On his desk were notebooks and thousands of art tools from pencils to paintbrushes, it was amazing.

"Read this." He grabbed a newspaper from under one of his notebooks and handed it to me. I looked at the front page and there it was.

A picture of Serena and her name printed on it in bold letters. I crumpled up the newspaper in my hand and stormed out his room. What the hell is her trying to do? He talked to me in a real conversation for the first time and does this? I don't want to know anything about Serena so why give me this crap!? I grabbed my bag and soccer ball and walked downstairs towards the trash. I opened the lid looking at the newspaper. I crunched it up harder and closed the trash, putting the newspaper in my bag. I walked outside and into my dads car, he was already there waiting.

"You should stop wasting your time on soccer and thing about your career as..." My father started talking as he started the car and drove off onto the streets. I blocked him out with my own thoughts, one thing I kept trying to push out of my head stuck in the back of my mind. Why didn't I throw that newspaper away?

I let out a huge sigh as when I went to school the next day all the talk was about Serena and how she is popular all of a sudden.

"Dude did you hear about Serena?" Marc asked me. Marc is kind of my best friend. He's always there ready to hear any problems I have but he doesn't really give off the best advice. "No." I said obviously annoyed. I don't want to talk about her. Why would I care or talk to someone who obviously keeps ruining my life, annoying me day after day.

"Well she was on the Ellen show after some girl read some original lyrics and she turned out to be in the music industry!" He says all excited like she's some well known singer. She's not. She's just a girl that got lucky.

"I can't wait to see Serena and ask ab-"

"Honestly she sucks and all those songs she probably writes in her journal are sappy horrible songs about how she thinks she can have it all when she can't!" I blew up. I don't know why but hearing him talk to me about her like that just got me annoyed I couldn't take it anymore. He shut up but not because I blew up. I turned around and there she was. Of all people there Serena Davis was behind me, who heard me. Of course she was here, she always is, why couldn't I realize that of all times?

She held her head down with her journal held close to her chest. She turned around and walked off with tears streaming down her face. As she vanished off all eyes were on me as if I were the bad guy. Was I? I just didn't want to talk about her, I didn't mean any of it.

Suddenly rumors started to spread about Serena how in the notebook probably is horrible songs which is why she doesn't let anyone see that journal. It was horrible knowing that I was the one who started all of this when Serena didn't deserve it.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, and weeks went by without her being near me at all. That notebook she always loved and is important started not to show up. First it was just gone once a week, then twice and then bam, she's never with it anymore. Her heads always down in class, the last one to come in and the first one to go. She stopped taking the bus and one day when it was raining I asked Marc where she was and he said he saw her riding a bike to school. It was true as her outfit was soaking wet. She had her hoody on and her head held low and it's all my fault. I've been meaning to apologize. To just say 'I'm sorry about the other day, I didn't mean any of it' but the words never seem to come out my mouth, and now she's like this.

I thought to myself it's good. It's what I've always wanted. For her to just leave me alone right? To stop following me around, chasing away any girls that try to talk to me, to stop smelling me whenever we sit near each other. I wanted it all gone right? I should be happy, but all I feel is guilt.

She doesn't raise her hand at all the questions that teacher asks. She never takes the bus even though the ride from her house to the school is a long way. She's not constantly trying to hold my hand as we walk through the hallways and she's always speeding off to the next class instead, she's just been so different it's like she's gone. Now it's just been killing me, eating me alive but I can't have her thinking that I care about her.

No, I can't have her thinking I like her.