Dangerous. The word floated in my head like it was the one answer on a test that I needed to get correct. That was just it though. Zayn was dangerous. His life was off the wall, he was a rude jerk. He was sure to fight all the time, he attracted bad peopple. His car was a death trap. He had a bad reputation. And that is what described Zayn, dangerous. But part of me, a big part of me, even the innocence that I was known for, I craved Zayn. I craved the rush. I craved dangerous.
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