The Babysitter (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Part 11

"My boyfriend?" she exclaimed glaring at me. I blushed, looking down.

"No he's just the babysitter, and I honestly don't know what he's doing here." she finished,staring at James who looked so amused by this awkward situation. I hated myself for a moment and I hated Samerah too. Why the hell did I come? DO I CARE ABOUT THIS GIRL WHO IS MAKING FUN OF ME?!

No.

I coughed and left the party, my heart kind of broken but mostly angry and regretting what I just felt days ago about Samerah.

As I started walking in the street, I felt kind of thristy and decided to sit in a café and drink some coffee.

I sat and started thinking, deeply, glancing at the serious passers who walk by, without even looking at you, without a little look of pity, without even knowing your history, your pain, your regrets, your stupidity.

I started thinking of Samerah again and I felt an awkward rock in my stomach. I was stupid, I acted stupidly.

"Sir please??" I didn't even notice the waiter who was in front of me minutes ago .

"Ah yes, a cappuccino please." I muttered nonchalantly. I need to change, I needed to change.

Samerah's P.O.V.

Zayn glanced at me, then at James and left the party without speaking. I was confused I mean what's wrong with that guy? Did he follow me here? And if he did why?

No it couldn't be possible, I chased all the weird thoughts of my mind and glanced at James, my James, well he isn't my James but I hope that someday we'd be together.

I will be so famous in our school . I started dreaming, trying to find him when I saw him with that blonde, that I saw that day in our school, chewing gum. She was sitting on his lap and he was kissing her hungrily.

I leaned towards them , trying to show a fake smile, I was depressed, confused, mad, jealous, EVERY EMOTION POSSIBLE.

"Oh hey Sareya, here's Marta , she's my babe, Marta I guess you already know Sareya ."

I stared at Marta and she smirked "Oh James babe I think you need to remember your partners name's and NOT bring them to parties because it isn't the good place for workers to do the works at your place. I mean yeah just saying." she wiggled her eyebrows and kissed him again.

I couldn't support it, I wanted to slap her. James isn't just using me to do the homework I'm pretty sure of it, the proof is he invited me to this party .

"Your baby James invited me to this party!" I raised an eyebrow.

"Hey calm down Sareya" James uttered .

"It's Samerah babe " Marta chuckled .

"No one cares if it's Sareya samerah whateve, don't talk to my girlfriend like that please." he finished.

Marta gave me a girly bitchy look . I stared at them, frozen I didn't understand, yesterday he was nice with me and today .......?

I turned angrily, pushed the door with lot of efforts and left the party, before they could notice my tears. I knew something was wrong with James when he first talked to me. He just wanted to me to be his 'parttner' so I could do all the homework and he will just get the mark that he didn't deserve at all . It made me hysterical it was night, I walked without really caring, pushing the passers nervously without saying sorry, I was mad, so mad!

I didn't know where I was going, just walking to calm myself down. I think I spent more than an hour walking non-stop until I found myself in the other side of the town, a district that i totally don't know .

"Shit." I mumbled, glancing at my little skinny dress. it was getting really cold. I regretted not taking my scarf with me.

'don't worry Samerah you will just call your mom everything will be ok' I calmed myself down and tried to find my purse.

"DAMN." I realized that I forgot it in the night club,when I left, I was too angry.

Mom would kill me if she knows that I sneaked out went to a Night club and got lost in the street at midnight.

I started pacing, not really knowing what I should do?

Ask someone to show me the way ?

I looked around and found nobody but a band of guys, sitting in a little avenue. I encouraged myself and walked towards them with a lot of difficulty, my high heels were hurting me so much since I walked a lot.

"uhm hello" I uttered, they all fixed their eyes on me, or my body.

"Hey sexy." The first one said .

They all leaned towards me smirking

"what a beautiful girl like you is doing here at 1 am ?

"Uhhh.." I tried to leave the avenue

Crap why did I talk to them?

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