One in a Million

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

Kendra's POV

"Thanks," I said quietly to Zayn as he put down a carmel frappuccino in front of me. I wrapped my hands around the cup, embracing the coldness. He sat down across from me holding an iced tea in his hands, sipping oftenly.

"Soo," he raised an eyebrow at me when I looked up at him, "will you tell me now?" I didn't want to, why would this boy I didn't even know want to know about my problems? I felt like I needed somebody to talk to but definitely not him. It would feel good to get it off my chest though.

"Really it's nothing," I insisted. I haven't cried since I first snapped at Zayn, back when i told him I wasn't Eleanor, so it's been a good 10 minutes or so. He groaned, I could already tell he was getting annoyed with me, everyone did eventually.

"Please beautiful," he nudged me with his arm over the table. The words "beautiful," sent sharp shivers down my spine. I felt like I haven't heard that being directed towards me in a while since my old boyfriend and I broke up a couple months ago.

I bit my bottom lip, debating whether I should tell him or not about why I was so sad. "Fine," I said with a loud huff before I started to tell him, he got a huge bright smile on his face, the kind I used to wear before I found out the worst thing imaginable. I shook of the thought and started telling him.

"My parents sent me to live with a foreign exchange student and her delusional family because they wanted me to see the world and stuff like that. I hate it there. Her brother's will always hit on me and I honestly feel like they will rape me or something. I hate it here. I want to go home!" I was getting more and more angry just thinking about the Blake's. I made sure to leave out the other reason why my parents wanted me to come here.. No one should know about that, yet.

He reached out to my hand and started to trace what looked like circles onto my palm. Sparks. I felt billions of little flutters all over my body when he would touch me. "Want me to teach them a lesson?" He asked with the most serious face in the world. I giggled a bit but shook my head, I actually considered it but it wouldn't be worth it.

I didn't feel like talking about them so I changed the subject, "who's Eleanor?" I stumbled on pronouncing the name correctly, thinking back to when he was calling behind me.

"My mate's girlfriend, they got into a little argument and she stormed off," he replied back with the straw in his mouth.

"Oh I see," I said strumming my fingers on the table. I really didn't even know what to say, it was kind of awkward but I felt attracted to Zayn. Even though I just met him.

"My friend's name is Louis, we're in a band together," he spoke softly. A band? Probably the kind that would sing at bars or something.

"How's that band going for yous?" I said kind of sarcastically with a small snort. He gave me a confused expression, like he was shocked I asked him that question.

Before he was able to speak his phone began vibrating against the table. He picked it up and looked at the screen and groaned, "I have to take this.." He said as he clicked the answer button. "Hello?" He said hesitantly into the device. I was tapping my foot on the ground, kind of annoyed. I turned my attention to the window, watching everyone pass. I always wonder how others see me from their point of view. I saw 2 men look at Zayn and I through the window, they looked like they were in a hurry, then they were out of sight. Strange.. I thought. But they weren't gone for long.

"Zayn!" I heard a heavy Irish accent accent flutter through the room. I snapped out of my little world and looked at the boys, one had bright blue eyes with blond hair and the other had curly dark brown hair with deep green eyes and bright dimples. Blondie and Curly.

"I know!" He yelled, almost like he was annoyed. He put down his phone and looked at me, "Kendra," Zayn said with a total change in his voice tone.

"Yeah?" I asked, curiously.

"I have to leave," he said while standing up.

"Why?" I shot up from my seat and replied back. He couldn't just hear my story and then leave?

"Zayn they're all waiting for us!" Curly screamed to Zayn, "hurry up!"

"What? Who?" I popped in asking.

"The producers," blondie replied before Zayn could tell me. I didn't want Zayn to leave, I wanted to talk to him.

The boys started to grab his arms and pull on him, "Kendra I really need to go, meet me here tomorrow at 3!" He shouted at me before the boys had him fully out of the cafe's doors and onto the street.

I walked out onto the busy street, in a daze. I don't understand how he could just leave like that? Well, i guess if i really wanted to see him again, i was to meet him here at 3 tomorrow but im not even sure if i wanted too. Once I made it to a less crowded street, I realized where I was forced to go now, considering I had no where else to go, I had to head back to the Blake's household.