Figure 8

32. He should love me.

~Zayn's POV~

I help Mason onto her bike, she tells me she can do it. But until she gets rid of this fucking two hundred pound brick on her foot. I refuse to think she can do it.

She's my little bird with a broken wing and she's not gonna fly without my help.

"You ready?" I look back and hand her the second helmet.

"Yeah, just go." She messes with her crutches in the back.

"Alright." I slap my foot on the gas pedal then stop and she screams. "Are you ready?" I smirk.

"No, wait a second." She giggles, fucking endearing pretty lady.

"There we go." I nod. She gives me the okay and I drive again.

We get to the school and everyone looks at her and whispering like it's a lion eating a gazelle. If it weren't for the fact I'm helping Mason I would've flipped out on every last one of them.

"Zayn it's okay. Not everyone around here gets shot." She nudges me and I help her take out her crutches.

"Fucking idiots, all of them." I mumble and she wraps her arms around my neck to face her.

"Why are they idiots? For being curious?"

"No, I just need someone to blame for all this shit." I sigh.

"Don't worry about. I'm fine with them staring. After all I'm dating you." She smiles.

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~Mason Nicole's POV~

Thankfully I got my giant cast off and now I only have to wear those surgical ones.Since I can start doing things normally again I can go back to occasionally driving. My first stop being Devin's flat to apologize for my impulsive façade.

"Shit, your room hasn't changed that much." Collin says as he walks outside to fix my new car.

"Collin everything in there was rotated the other way since the last time you were here." I laugh.

"You're kidding?" He pops open the hood then looks back at me.

"Bible. It's been rearranged for a while now." I shrug.

"I really did smoke too much before coming." He smirks at me.

He's the typical charismatic eighteen year old, except he smokes weed and parties like a teenage reject like almost everyone I know nowadays. He says and does whatever his mind desires, even if it's weird. Collin's fairly tall, around 5'11. His dark brown hair stands just as tall in his styled quiff that shows off his grey eyes. Sometimes across his forehead with a beanie, like today.

"Hey Mas." Zayn walks towards us.

"Zayn! Long time no see. Look I know she's got huge tits and a pretty face but-"

"Col, he's my boyfriend. He can say hi."

"Holy shit Mason Nicole is dating Zayn. My bad mate, I'm her best mate."

"I haven't seen you since that one party ages ago." He says warmly.

"Huge tits and a pretty face?" I laugh.

"Mason don't kill my idea, I had it all planned for if you ever get kidnapped and I have to explain you to the police." He gestures.

"With that description you're looking for a prostitute." Zayn adds, Collin bursts into laughter.

"Collin I'm your cousin not your ex. If I get kidnapped describe me as a short blonde girls with curly hair." I whine.

"Cousins?" Zayn looks at us both.