On the Run (Zayn Malik fan fiction) [UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 1

~Chapter 1~

I sat at the cafeteria table reading my book when I heard these obnoxious heels clicking all through the cafeteria. I instantly knew who was approaching. 

"Hey, Heather! I'm having a party tonight, you should totally come!" my ex-best friend Ruth said with an over-enthusiastic voice.

"Why?" I asked. I don't know why she, of all people, would invite me to her party, we haven't spoken since high school. We used to be best friends when we were younger but when we entered high school she changed for the worse and I wanted nothing to do with it. I told her how I felt about her change and said we shouldn't be friends anymore. She was pretty pissed off, to say the least. We're in our second year of University now and to this day I don't understand why she's at the same one I chose. She knew this place was my dream and I knew this was not where she wanted to be. We haven't talked in about 4 years. Instantly there was a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, it felt like something bad was going to happen.

"Because it is about time we bury the hatchet? wouldn't you say so?" Ruth said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. I was contemplating it, could she really want to move on?  "Please H? I miss you in my life, it would mean a lot to me. I have stayed out of your life and it has given me time to grow up." She added, using a nickname I haven't heard in a long long time. 

"Alright, fine" I conceded. I was the kind of person who wants to see the best in people. If Ruth really wanted to move on, I'd be willing to do it. Ruth clapped happily and sauntered off to her group of friends looking over at us. 

When I got home I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before I had to get ready for the party. I stripped from my clothes and jumped into the steamy hot water. In the shower, I kept thinking about the feeling that has not gone away since speaking with Ruth. I chalked it up to the fact that I was wary of the invitation, given that I thought she hated me after what I said to her that day...

*Flash Back*

"Hey, you!" Ruth yelled from across the hall to a girl who was in the ninth grade while we were in eleventh. The girl looked terrified as Ruth walked up to her. This wasn't the first time she had done this and it usually ended with the other person taking in Ruth's pure rath. I quickly headed in that direction as well so that she wouldn't do anything stupid to the poor girl.

"Hey, Ruth!" I yelled with a big fake smile.

The girl then took the opportunity I gave her to leave as soon as Ruth turned around to acknowledge me. Once she realized the girl wasn't there anymore, she turned back around to face me with her daggers.

"Hey! I was about to yell at that girl, maybe even throw in a few slaps." She exclaimed.

"I know. That's why I called you." I stated calmly. "What did she even do to you?" I asked confused as to what could have possibly happened between the two.

"She wore the same shirt as me" she answered.

I looked at her with pure disbelief. That had been the last straw for me.

"You know what, you have become a complete bitch for far too long now and I have had enough. I don't like what you've turned into at all. I don't want to have some bitch as a friend who thrives on traumatizing and humiliating others for their own pleasure. Talk to me when you stop acting like this royal pissy bitch. Until then, stay out of my life." I said to her face and walked away.

*Present Time*

I've never regretted that decision. It was the best one I ever made.

I thought of that day though, over and over again, and wondered why she would invite me to this party without there being any strings attached or some sort of catch. However, it was unfair of me to think the worst. There is a good chance she did in fact realize her mistakes and is trying to make amends.

I got out of the shower and went into my room in my apartment. I went to my walk-in closet and took out a black leather mini-skirt with a dark brown tank top and a black leather jacket over it that ended just above my belly button. I put my hair up into a high ponytail and then went to grab the keys to my car. Once again, I got that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me not to go but I ignored it, thinking that maybe this party will do me good since I haven't been to a party, or anywhere for that matter since my parents died. I went into my car and drove on over to Ruth's house.