Zoe Rivas-

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"Thanks for lunch, babe." I tell Zayn, with a burp after. "You are very welcome." He once again opens the door for me, making me feel even more special. "Shall we go to my place and watch a movie?" He suggests.

"As much as I want to, I can't skip school any more." he sighs, "Well, I was hoping that maybe we could... cuddle and such." I try my best to not give in to his adorable pouty lips and convincing eyes.

"But, I'm failing as it is..." I try pouting this time, and surprisingly, it works. "Okay, baby. I'll drop you off." I giggle, "Where are you going then?"

"I'm going to do anything, but work." He grins lazily. "Zayn are you ever going to get a degree?" We both chuckle a little at this point.

"Someday, who knows." I begin into thought, "When you were dating Haydee.... were you ever... In love with her?" Jealousy still thrives against me, no matter how wrong it is.

"No, I've never been in love." He bluntly states rather quickly. "Yeah, neither have I." I lie, sort of hurt for some reason.

The rest of the drive back to school is awkwardly quiet, making both of us really uncomfortable. "See you later, I guess.." I smile, then stare at the ground for a brief moment. "I'll call you later." He says back, while I begin walking away.

I stare off into space during the rest of the day, until the moment I step into the gymnasium filled with hockey players. "Excuse me, sir." I call attention to the coach. "What do you need?" He smiles, chewing on bubblegum. "I need for you and your sweaty jocks to leave right now." His smile fades immediately and he becomes stern. "We have a game tonight, one of the biggest."

I dart my eyes at him, irritated. " This gym is for the cheerleaders everyday after school. Now, flee the gym or I go to the principal. You know how. Controlling and demanding he can be." I threaten the guy. "Okay, we're gone. Don't say a thing young lady." He backs off and escorts his hockey team off the floor.

As everyone leaves, I finally spot my team high up in the bleachers. "Okay, girls. Let's get to it." I smile, as usual getting my way. "Repeat after me, ladies!" I begin chearring, "We, we are the panthers! We, we got the answers!" I carry on with the chant, succefully teaching every girl to memorize it immediately.

After hard work ethic and painful muscle aches later, I release the team to go home and encourage them to practice. I turn my phone on and read through my missed text messages. I scroll through many of them, until I come across Zayn's message to me.

*call me after you're done with cheer.*

I go to his contact and press the call button, singing along to his ring back tone. "Vas Happening?" I take a sharp inhale, "I'm fit to be tied. I am so tired and my muscles hurt freaking bad right now." a moan escapes my mouth, as the pain increases. "I'll meet you at your place." He says, rushingly.

"Well, okay. Bye." After putting my phone back into my laced bra, I carry on outside and relax in my car for a minute or two. I turn the air conditioning on high, as I pull out carefully into the busy traffic.

I take my time driving and by the time I get there, I quickly spot Zayn's black motorcycle parked in front of the building. As I get out of my car, I take in the strong wind hitting against my skin. I walk into the building and take a short ride up the elevator, until it gets to the correct floor.

Once I step out, I spot Zayn leaning against the wall by my room and staring at the screen on his phone. I sneak up on him and shake his shoulders rapidly, scaring the hell out of him. "You trying to kill me?!" He jokingly shouts, wrapping his arms around me and facing my back.

He grabs ahold of my butt with his hands, causing me to squel and playfully jump into the air. "What have I told you about being naughty?!" I say in a disciplinary tone, still enjoying our banter. "Damn, I may be naughty but you are sexy as shit." He nibbles on the side of my neck, hitting my sweet spot here and there.

"Why were you so eager to come here?" I ask him, as curiosity enters inside my head. "I just don't like it when my baby's in pain. I came her to give you a nice body rub." He responds, while lifting my thighs around his waist and holding me closer.

"I would love that, I'm sure not going to tell you no." He smiles against the side of my cheek. "I even bought scented lotion for a really high price." I begin to feel guilty, wondering how much money he spent for a one- time thing. "Zayn, you shouldn't of." Without another word said, he carries me into my currently unoccupied room and lays me across the bed.

He then pulls out a tall bottle from a paper sack and removes the wrapping protecting it. He pours a handful of the lotion onto my back and begins massaging the sourest places in my back. As he moves his hands across my back, pleasure soon rises and I almost fall asleep.

I remain quite impressed, as an hour goes by and his strength stays the exact same ever since he started. "You've done enough Zayn, your hands must be sour now." I cup my fingers around his, feeling the throb against my knuckles. "No, that's alright. So, how do you feel?" He selflessly asks about me.

"Great, thanks babe." He blushes a little, as he sneaks a peek at my bare chest. "We need to go on a proper date." I nod my head in agreement, "Have any ideas of a romantic venue?" I bite my lip. "I'll find a fancy restaurant or something.. Let's do it tonight." with much convience, I realize I have nothing going on tonight.

"As long as you wear a tie." I wink, but embarrass myself by doing it. "Were you trying to wink?" He fills with laughter. "Yes, yes I was." I admit, mortified. "You know you only close one eye, right?" I roll my eyes, "Of course I do. But, I just can't do it."

Awhile later Zayn leaves to get ready and here I am, frantic. "What do I wear? What do I wear?!" I pace across the room, then finally rummage through all of my clothing. With many piles of scattered clothes thrown across my room, I struggle throwing together a perfect outfit in just short time.

I get to my last piece of clothing that I own and luckily accept what it looks like on. Minutes left until he arrives, I hurriedly put make up over my eyes and accessorize my my body with jewelry. I stand in front of the mirror, accepting my appearance until Zayn comes knocking at my door.

"Come in!" The door opens and I take in the very handsome appeal of Zayn's features and red tuxedo tight against his body. "You look absolutely stunning." He stands in awe. "And you look handsome as ever." I complement him back, as he leads me out the front door and out of the building.

"Where are you taking me tonight?" I smile widely, stoked. "I'm taking you to a fancy night club." He tries to impress, but disappointment strucks me at the thought of getting drunk and portraying in stupid acts. "Zayn, I don't want to drink tonight.." I say in a low tone.

"Oh, I was hoping you'd be interested in having a little fun." He says, adding much expression. "Fine, if you want to get drunk.., then I will too." I groan quietly, regretting my decision. It takes around forty minutes to get there, only Zayn who's feeling the excitement.

As I walk inside the building, my eyes burn from the bright neon lights and my chest starts hurting. "Zayn! I wanna go!" I say over and over agin, but he still can't hear me from all the noise. We remain side by side, until he chugs a bunch of beer and ditches me to party.

"Some date, I'll never count on him again." I slug my shoulders and take a sip from my spiked lemonade. Instead of slouching over the counter, depressed, I make the decision to become drunk and really have some fun.

The night flashes by, fulfilled with hardcore dancing and over the amount of my intoxication level.

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Author's Note

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