As the weeks went by, I saw Ver more often and she came over once in a while. We ended up being okayish friends.
But I didn't like how she looked at Zayn.
Lately, Zayn and I have been fighting as I haven't left the house for anything. It feels like there's no point in trying, I was stressed and bothered.
At 3:16 am I receive a text saying,
Hey you still up? - Vxx
I sighed, she knew I was up, I haven't slept in like, forever.
"Yeah I'm up," I replied a couple minutes later, placing my phone back down wondering what crap she's going to tell me about her life.
She's a spoiled white chick. Honestly it pisses me off that her "problems" are that the guy at Starbucks wrote her name sloppily.
Compared to me, Ver's life was beyond easy. I just never told her anything about me and I didn't plan on it.
She doesn't give off great vibes anyways, nothing seems right about her.
I chewed on my bottom lip as I began doodling random things as I got a call.
"Zayns here at the club, want me to drop him off?" Ver said as I got quite angery.
"No I'm coming for him" I ended the call as I slipped on his leather jacket, driving down to the club and picking up the drunk Zayn.
I really didn't trust her and zayn says everything when he's drunk So this was safer.
I drove back home as I walked him into the bedroom, tucking him in and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"I love you, habibi.." I smiled at him as I went into the family room looking at a small picture in my Locket with a soft smile.
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Ver still came over. She always talked with Zayn
I stared out the large window by my bed, watching the rain fall as I tapped against the window, thinking about the next project I had.
It was the biggest most complex one ever.
The world bank.
Imagine all the currency's and how many children we could help, its risky but I want to do it.
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A couple of changes towards the storyline, I hope its a tad bit easier to follow with!
