Party music: "ONE MORE TIME"

By: Arianna Grande

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Zoe Rivas

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"Wh- what do you need me for?" I stutter, contemplating the horrid blackmail and everything it's gotten me into. "I came to inform you.... That the whole nude site is cleared!" He grins, looking pretty ecstatic. "But, how?!" I say aloud, completely shocked.

"Well, in the first place, the site never existed or it possibly may of been deleted somehow. But, I doubt that..." a wave of relief splashes in me, as I have just been let off the hook. "That's great news! Because, I would never do such a thing like that." I say confidently, beginning to feel like myself again.

I run out of his office, heading straight down to the gymnasium to spread the news with the rest of the girls. "You're not going to believe this!" I shout, as I burst through the doors and run up to my team. "What happened?! Why did he want to talk to you?!"

"Girls, we're free! The nudes are taken down somehow! Did Kayla help us again?"

"No.... I doubt she'd help us a second time...." Piper includes. "Then, who would've saved our butts? It sure wouldn't be Frankie..." They all stare at me, without an answer as I still take in the immense shock.

"Alright, cheer practice dismissed." I clap my hands, as they run freely through the open doors. I grab my multi-colored duffel bag and change back into my pencil skirt and blouse, being the last person to leave and shut off the lights.

Once I leave the university and arrive at the dormity, my phone makes a loud ring and I debate whether I should answer it or not. My body begins to quiver, my head begins to pound and yet I still answer the call. "H-hi?" I say into the speaker, without looking at the caller ID.

"Hey, it's Niall!" The cheery, Irish voice blasts through my ear. "Um, hi... What do you need?" I ask, as my heart slows it's pace and my head begins to function again. "Well, there's another party and it's been moved to tonight instead of Friday."

"I don't think I can make it..."

"Why not? You've been to every one! Plus, we can hang out or something!" He beams. "Fine, I'll go. Been awhile since I've had a drink." I admit, suddenly craving the taste of booze and strong liquor.

"Great! I knew you'd say yes finally! See ya' later." A smile etches on my face, as his attractive Irish accent comes fully in tact. I hang up, feeling the most excited I have been this week and make target at my closet. I pull off several dresses at once, with only one dress catching my eye at the moment.

I pull up a pair of nylons and slip into the tight, dark- laced purple dress that fits snug around my hips. After I find a pair of wedges with perfect heel length, I begin with my hair and makeup. With a bun securely adjusted on my head and dark colored makeup blanketing my face, I grab my purse and leave early.

I grab a bite to eat through some drive-through along the way and order myself some American food, which it serves. I manage to scarf down the entire meal, before pulling up to the venue. When I open the car door and step out, I just about trip as I start walking up to the front of the bar.

After revealing my legal age to be here, I am allowed inside the dark room that reeks of alcohol and immediately I make way to the bartender. "I'll have a shot of tequila." I jump up on the tall stool, waiting for it to be made.

The moment she sets the small glass on the counter, I pour it down and keep em' coming. After shot, after shot, I finally quit after the eighth glass and I am fully drunk. I bolt off my stool and hit the main floor, dancing and cheering like the drunk animal that I am.

Surprisingly, after a half hour passes, the alcohol effect dies down and I'm already suffering a bad- ass head ache. In the meantime, I start spotting people I know and quickly come across Niall. When he meets my eyes through the giant crowd, I push past everyone and approach him.

"Same old Zoe... drunk already and the party has barely begun." He snorts. "I'm already feeling the hangover thanks to you." I roll my eyes and jokingly punch him in the arm. "Hey! What did ya' do that for!?" He runs his arm, as I begin to laugh.

"Because I felt like it Horan. Next time it'll be harder." I wink. I stare out into space, as he continues to chatter about uninteresting things, until something catches my eye from across the room. I notice a guy with a leather jacket and black hair, with his back faced towards me.

My heart begins to pound louder and louder, as he turns around slowly in my direction. "Zayn?" I accidentally say aloud. "What? You must be day dreaming." Niall says, chuckling. "So, how about I order each of us a piña colada?" He bites his lip, trying to find my trailing eyes.

"Oh, no. That's the last thing I want right now..." I almost gag, feeling sicker and sicker as the night goes on. "Okay, then. I'll just order me two." He licks his lips, while pulling out his man wallet. "Be right back." He tells me, as he walks over to buy himself a drink.

The moment Zayn sees me, I move my eyes quickly away from his and blush madly. After thirty seconds go by, I turn my head back around to look at him again and he is already a few feet from where I stand.

"Zoe? I knew you'd be here!" He grins, acting like nothing's happened between us. "Aren't you mad at me? Why are you even talking to me?.." I confusingly ask. "I don't like it when we're fighting. So, if you quit sending everyone pics of your tits then I'll forgive you."

"I promise, no longer shall I express spitting images of my sacred body nude." I say with a fancy tone in my voice. "You are such a dork." He says, chuckling. "How about we get out of here and hit my place?" He suggests, leaning in closer to me.

"Yeah, my ears are ringing." I say over the loud music, as he puts his hand in mine and leads us out the door. "So, did you bring your motorcycle?"

"No, Liam fucking crashed it into a tree." He tells me, sounding irritated. "Damn, I would raise hell if I were you."

"I know, what a room mate he is...." He opens the car door for me and gets us out of the parking lot fast. "I've got to make a quick stop before we go back to the dormity." He says, while parking his car in front of a store with tattoo designs painted over the windows.

"Is this a piercing shop?" I ask, as we enter inside the small store with very little people inside. "Yeah, as well as tattoos."

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Zayn Malik

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Once I find Zoe a place to sit, I then get started with my tattoo and pay the cost of it. "What color ink do you want?" The guy from behind the counter asks. "Red and black. I want two Z's connected by an addition sign." I tell the guy, pointing out the place on my arm where I want inked.

"That's all? Who's the lady?" He asks, distracting me from the slight pain. "My girlfriend. She's over there in the corner." He looks across the room and checks her out. "Get your fucking eyes off of her." I growl, getting tense. "Okay, okay. But I have to admit, your girlfriend is way hotter than mine."

"Do you have a picture of her?" I ask, as he pulls out his phone. "Yeah, this is her." I grimace, as I lay my eyes upon two hundred pounds of fat and a face that possibly only a mother could love. "Dude, she's..... Ugh.." He chuckles, "She ain't very pretty, but wait till' you get her in bed..."

"Shut up before I puke..." He puts his phone back into his pocket and finishes up the tattoo on my arm. "It's done, take a look." He hands me a hand mirror and surely puts me in awe. "This is sick!" I loudly shout, while rubbing my fingers over the ink.

"I'm going to give you this one for free." He smiles and pats me on the back. "Thanks man, I owe you one." I place my eyes on Zoe, giving her a sexy wink. "You got another tattoo?!" She takes a few seconds to stare at the design, eventually smiling.

"Our initials? You know this is permanent right?" She looks at me as if I'd made a huge mistake. "Yeah, because we are permanent."

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Author's Note:

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This chapter took quite a while! Woo! Thanks for everything!

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