White Lies.(Zayn Malik)

“No freaking way. Don’t you know who that is?” She threw her hand in front of my eyes before I swatted it away. “Obviously not, or we’d be dating.” I hopped up to steal a peek over her head. “Zayn Malik doesn’t date. He sleeps with girls and all their friends.” Paris’s mouth curled with disgust. “So that’s the infamous Zayn Malik huh?” I was intrigued. This guy’s name was all over the school papers and online. Paris threw an arm over my shoulder. “The one and only. “What is it with you and assholes, Coco? Zayn Malik’s a world class jerk and you need to stay away from him.” “Hey!” I stomped my foot and firmly placed my hand against my hip. “The question isn’t, ‘What is it with me and assholes.’ It’s more like, “What is it with most guys being assholes?’” “Valid point. But still. You already know up front this guy’s a player, so why bother? You’ll only end up hurt.” “Not if I hurt him first,” I mumbled under my breath. “Trust me, you won’t. Zayn Malik doesn’t get hurt by girls. Promise me you’ll stay away from him.”