Dinner

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Zayn's Pov




I woke up in a rotten mood today. Correction,I had been in a rotten mood all week.

Rachael and I were ignoring ourselves. Like she said,there was nothing between us but I felt some sort of tension anytime I saw her.

What the hell! Getting ready for school was my worst time ever, my thoughts always drifted to Rachael's brown flawless skin,those eyes, her body. The way she would tense up if I touched her.

We hadn't been on talking terms since our camp fight. Exactly the same time , Drake told me I was in love with her. I wasn't. Or?.

I came out of the bathroom to see my Dad on my bed. Smirking. I frowned.

" What is it?"
" It's her?" He asked back.

" Who"
" Rachael"

Okay so where was he taking this conversation.

" Son,just tell her how you feel,I lost your mom for four good years for not telling her how I felt"

I nodded. I knew that story. My parents got married by some circumstances and have grown to love each other.
" What should I do now?" I sighed.
" Bring her over for dinner"
" Dad she won't even speak to me"
" I know love,Zayn and I know she likes you too"

I nodded and my Dad left. How was I going to invite her to dinner. I'll try.

I got to the school before anyone else,I knew she came to school early. She got detention last week for coming late.

Rachael was in the  class when I got there. She was busy on her phone. Obvious watching tiktok or reading Wattpad.

Time to go.

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Abena's Pov

Seeing Zayn enter the class made my heart beat. What was he even doing here so early. I was here because I got detention for coming late.

I refused to look at him. It's been a week since he told me he was into me.! And I had just stared at him..

I felt someone standing in front of me.i refused to look up.

" Hey" he said
" Hi" I replied,my body tensing up again.

" I'm.....sorry for my out burst " he apologized and I smiled back. His hair was practically glowing. His heavily built 18 year old frame showing in his shirt.

He smiled back,his cheeks dimpling in the process. He sat in front of me. His knees brushing against mine.

I shuddered a bit and he smiled.
It was just my I'll fated luck that I was wearing a short red skirt and a matching white top with white sneakers. My hair was tied up in a ponytail. I had no make up on.

My thighs were bare and I could see his eyes raving around them..

" Sending sparks Down there right " his perverted lips finally said and I hit him..

He winked and I smiled.

" To make up for what has been going on, would you do me the honours of coming to my house for dinner"

" Okay ......I will"

He was relieved.
" So  see you at eight" he said.

I thought he was about to leave but he sat there.

I wanted him to go so I could breathe. I was even sweating. Everywhere,my core clinching at his smiles and winks. What was he doing to me.

Zayn placed his warm hands on my thighs and inched closer to me. He moved it up stroking it lightly. I stiff moan escaping my lips..

He smiled and went closer,then he got up and whispered in my ear..
" You don't know what you do to me Rachael"

He left. Obviously to calm down his little friend who was so hard from his touch on me.

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" You'll do great baby" Queen assured me for the tenth time since she started dressing me.

She was dressed up in a golden dress. It was slit on the thigh revealing her glowing skin. A hair was brushed up in curls.

Yeah,we decided  to make the dinner a friends and family affair. Drake and Wendy,Freda and Sedrick ,Terry and Queen and finally Zayn and I...

My dress was a short purple dress with matching earrings and pearls. My heels were of the same colour. My hair was still tied up in a ponytail..

A few minutes later, a car honked downstairs, indicating the arrival of out dates. Zayn and Terry.

We waved at Ursula and went. Ryan was in his room and since I wasn't speaking to him, I spoke to Ursula instead. She waved back and smiled.



Zayn stared at me in shock and opened the door for me. Queen went into Terry's car.

Time for the dinner.





























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