confront

A blonde girl stood in the doorway, her nostrils flaring and her cheeks aflame.

She look livid.

When I took a better look at her, I recognized her as the girl from the party when I first met Zayn.

Jasmine. Jasmine Gallagher.

She's the infamous daughter of James Gallagher, the coach of the New England Patriots, and her uncle is the football coach here at North Atlantic. Go figure.

She was very pretty—no, stunning was a better word to use. As much as I hate pitting woman against each other in regards to looks, I had to admit that she was much better looking than me.

And she probably knew it from the way she glanced me up and down distastefully.

"What do you want?" Zayn groaned out, getting up from my form on the bed. Surprisingly, he tucked the sheets around my body so I wouldn't be expose to Jasmine, which I found kinda sweet.

"We need to talk," she told him before shooting me a glare. "Without her here. It's important."

There was a pregnant pause and the air was heavy with anticipation and tension. He wouldn't just drop me like that, right?

He sighed before bowing his head and turning towards me. "I'll see you around, Cash."

My eyes widened and I could feel my lips part in surprise. "You're kicking me out?"

"I'm sorry—" his words were cut off by the pillow I flung at him before quickly getting up from the bed.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked monotonously, my face void of emotion. I didn't have time for this, everything was just fine before him and it'd be just fine after I left his dorm.

"Living room couch," he murmured, his eyes trained on the dark rug surrounding his bed.

I didn't bother at saying goodbye, I just walked into main room and went on my merry way.

If he thought that I was going to be played for a fool, he had another thing coming. Let him go balls deep in that girl for all I care. I don't care.

Seeing a baseball cap lying on the couch, I swiped it, shoved it on my messy curls and tucked my hair underneath my hood. My hair was a mess, and if I wanted to get back to my dorms quickly, I would have to run.

Who was Jasmine to Zayn? Are they dating or something?

I shook my head to clear my thoughts about him. He doesn't care so I shouldn't care, right? It's only been a week and a half, and I was already concerned about him? Was dick really that bomb?

It was only when I left the building that I remembered that he drove me here, and I was at least ten minutes away from my building. Fucking great.

I called a cab and they said it would be here in a few. It was still raining and this building had the smallest awning, so I went back inside to sit in the common room to wait.

Just as I heard the honking of the horn from outside, my name was called. Turning around, I saw Zayn jogging down the hallway in my direction.

I swiftly walked out the door, in no mood to confront him after what just occurred.

Rushing over to my Uber, I was almost to the door when Zayn slammed his palm against the door to shut it closed.

"You're not going anywhere until I talk to you," he said lowly, his eyes ablaze and he kept my upper arm in his grip. His inky black hair was beginning to stick to his face from the rain, and drops of rain were starting to soak his white t-shirt.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do," I said angrily, trying to yank my arm out of his vice-like grip. "You're going to get your goddamn hands off me, I'm going to get into this cab and drive off, and you can go back to your girlfriend in your room. Bye, Zayn."

I tried to open the car again but he slammed it shut again. He glared at me, before yanking me away from the SUV.

The driver rolled down the window and stuck his head out. "Miss, are you coming in or not? Your minute is up."

"No, she won't be coming with you," Zayn answered before I could speak. "Drive away."

Shrugging his shoulders, the driver muttered something about "not needing this shit" and sped out if the parking lot.

"Hey!" I yelled after him, but he was long gone. "What if I was getting raped, or drunk from Christ's sake? He would just take your word for it? God, I hate America!"

The fool in front of me had the audacity to chuckle and wipe the water from underneath my eyes. "You're cute when you're angry."

He didn't even listen to a word I said!

Fuming, I punched him in the abdomen and he doubled forward, clutching his stomach.

"Leave me alone," I spat one last time before walking away from him.

And this time, he didn't follow.

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"Where the hell did you go?" Isra asked, when I walked inside my dorm, soaked and cold to the bone.

"I just took a long walk," I lied pitifully, peeling my wet jacket off and throwing it on the heater.

"'Long walk'?" She parroted, her eyes wide. "Those last for 45 minutes, not 6 hours! And did you spend all of those hours outside? You're soaked and probably freezing!"

I shook my head. "I just walked from the Quad to get here."

Her yes doubled in size, and she got up from my bed. "What the fuck were you doing in the Quad?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I stripped down to my bra and panties before saying: "the coffee over there is better."

Isra looked at me, with her eyes narrowed before slowly sitting back down. "Okay, whatever. Don't tell me."

I couldn't tell her the truth. She would freak out and ask me to say the whole story, and I'm not even sure if I want to come to terms with it myself.

But I was probably looking into it too much. All we did was fuck. Twice in one night. And almost a third time today. It wasn't a big deal.

But three days later, when I was walking across campus and I saw Zayn behind the library yank Jasmine's face towards him for a kiss, I realized it actually was a big deal as I went stomping towards them, my nostril flaring in anger.

North Atlantic was going to have to find a new running back after I was finished with him.

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a/n: hey! it's been a while!

how was it? I literally typed this in thirty minutes lmao

but I just heard kendrick and j. cole's song "Black Friday" and all I can say is that my edges were SNATCHED.

mitam was okay but did y'all hear Liam's falsettos in Never Enough? SNATCHED. Harry's solos in Perfect? EDGES MASSACRED.

I'll try and update soon because I'm actually eager to see Cash slap a hoe lol

-rachel.

(picture of Cash looking fierce as hell in the media section LOL)