[A M B E R]

It had been a little bit over a month since that whole incident. I had gotten four more little drawings, and a couple more snarky remarks from Zayn himself, which didn't help his case whatsoever.

Sierra walked past me, and I looked at my locker, avoiding her gaze. Zayn had only kissed me about a week and a half ago now, and after I had this whole fight inside my head about if or how I should forgive him or not, I decided that it might be a good idea. So, the day after, which was only a week ago, I told Sierra about it and asked her what I should do.

She acted like a bitch.

"You want to forgive him?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows, "like... just like that? No dramatic scene or speech about how he needs to win you over?"

I bit my lip, giving a shrug, "Well, I hadn't planned on it. I honestly am starting to think that was he did wasn't so bad since he feels the same way about me. He likes me back, so why not forgive him and try seeing how things go off."

Sierra rolled her eyes, "What the hell, Amber. You can't just forgive him. Then he'll think that he can do what he wants with you and that you'll just forgive and forget," she pointed out.

I raised my eyebrows, slowly shaking my head, "Uhm, no... He knows for a fact that he can't do shit with me. I give him just as much shit as he to me. He acts like a jerk, I act like a bitch right back. He knows I'm no ones slave or shit. He's even kissed me and I pushed him away-"

"He kissed you?!" Sierra exclaimed, "what the shit?! You didn't tell me this?!"

I shrugged, "Not that important. I pushed him away," I chuckled.

She shook her head, grimacing, "It sure as hell is important. Who the fuck cares if you pushed him away. He still kissed you. We should get Louis to like kick his ass or something- oh or Jamie! We'll tell him that Zayn kissed you when you didn't want to and he'll go nuts on the asshole-"

"He's not really an asshole, Ser," I cut in.

She scoffed, "Yeah he is. Isn't he like fuckboy central?" he waved her hand up.

"Not really. From what I know he only had like one girlfriend."

"Explains why he's messed up so much trying to get you," she chuckled as she crossed her arms.

I put my hands on my hips, "He didn't screw up that much. I mean, sure he made some mistakes but he's actually really nice if you're not on his bad side. In the past month he's like made these little drawings of me and put them in my locker. I feel-"

"Wait, what?" Sierra interrupted me again. "You didn't tell me about that. Why didn't you? I could've taken over this whole thing and you could've been seen as like the it-girl who made the ass fight for his girl. You never tell me anything god damn," she scoffed.

I crossed my arms this time, my jaw dropping, "Sierra, I tell you just about everything that happens in my life. And yeah, I did tell you about the drawings. But you were too involved in drooling over that sophomore Max that you seemed to not even be interested in listening to what I tell you."

"Excuse you?"

"Excuse me? Don't you start with that."

"No!" she shrieked, "I mean excuse you! For not telling me shit. I haven't been drooling over him and I'd like to take the time to say that you've never told me about that so don't try making up lies. At least I'm not the one wearing tank tops in the winter and have a rainbow on your head. If I'm being honest, you dress like a slut," she placed her hand on her hip.

I stood up from her bed, "Excuse you?! I wear jeans and sweaters for a living! They make up most of my closet so how do I dress like a slut?! You literally wore a sleeveless dress two days ago with leather boots and said that I should start dressing more 'for the guys'. If anything I'm a prude compared to you," I shook my head, " and when the hell did all of this become criticizing me when I only came here to ask how I should forgive Zayn?!"

Sierra rolled her eyes, "Don't forgive him. Make him learn his lesson and move on. He probably wouldn't want you anyways since you're acting like such a bitch. All you do is complain and talk about shit that none of us care about. Like you can draw a pretty flower wow that's cool, we don't give a shit. At least I can get a guy instead of pushing one away every time he gets close," she growled.

My jaw dropped, "First of all, just one second ago you were saying how I shouldn't forgive him and then you say how I should take him back. Bipolar much?" I asked, "anyways, I'm out. Don't bother sitting with me at school tomorrow since I'm such a bitch," I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag before stomping out of her room, and quickly out to my car.

I sigh and grab my books out of my locker. After that whole fight I totally forgot about forgiving Zayn or not. I had gotten too many opinions about what I should do, and it honestly drove me nuts. I didn't want everyone's opinion. I only wanted mine, my mums, Louis and Sierras. Louis told me that he was alright with whatever I did but would be there to kick Zayn's ass if he ever hurt me again. Meanwhile Sierra all together called me a slutty annoying bitch.

It's true what they say. You find out your real friends in high school.

I made my way down to my first class, which just so happened to be Art. It kind of sucked knowing that I had Art in the beginning of the day almost every day. It never gave me any time to think about if or what I was going to do about Zayn.

I walked through the door, going to take my seat in the back. I waited aimlessly almost all period for Zayn to show up, but he never did.

"Alright," the teacher exclaimed, "as you all know we have the art show after school in the gym today at 3:15. I ask for you all to show up even if you don't have anything to present. We've worked our butts off all fall for this and even though it's only the first out of three, there may be some people there from some colleges working with art and design if that's what you're interested in doing," she told us, "okay. So, please show up at 3:10 and everything will be set up. Hopefully you all will show off some talent," she said, and then waved us off to go to our next class.

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"Mum?!" I shouted, waiting for a response.

"Yeah?!" she called back, coming into view.

I stood in the kitchen, keys in hand. "You're coming right? To the art show? My painting is in it," I told her, biting my lip.

She nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'll be coming a little late but I'll be there. I promise," she said as she rushed around, disappearing right into her office.

I gulped, and frowned with a slight nod, "Okay," I mumbled to myself, pursing my lips as I headed out the door and to my car.

The drive wasn't long, and soon enough I pulled up into the parking lot of the school. I got out and went inside, rushing a bit to get to the gym.

My eyes widened at the amount of people that were actually in there. I hadn't imagined that many people to show up in the first place, but this was above and beyond my expectations.

"Amber!" a girl from my class called. My eyes brows shot up and I turned around seeing a red head. Claire.

"Hey," I smiled.

"Hey," she grinned, "your piece is amazing! It's towards the right," she told me and practically dragged me over there.

"Wait. Do we have to stay by our pieces?" I asked.

She snorted, "No. I wouldn't be able to stand over by mine for the whole time. A couple people don't have theirs in here, though. Like Jake or Zayn or Taylor," she shrugged. I was about to ask her why, but then she spoke up, "wait. Nevermind. I think that's them coming in right now. Jake and Zayn. Teacher is gonna be pissed at him," she chuckled and sauntered away.

I furrowed my eyebrows, and started to walk towards him, but I was pushed back by Jake who came running towards me. "No no no no. Uh, you can't see it yet. Not until he gets it up- I think," he said, glancing at Zayn over and over again.

"Why?" I very curiously asked.

He groaned, "I don't know he didn't tell me. Just.. stay here," he stated but then didn't waste any time in running off.

"What the hell," I muttered.

I didn't listen to Jake though, and wandered around to look at other peoples paintings. There were a lot of amazing ones.

I looked over to one of them positioned on the other side of the gym. It was bigger than a lot of the other ones. From what I could see it was all white, with someone's head in grey. People were blocking the rest of it from my view. Which is why I walked over to it, and managed to squeeze my way through.

Upon seeing the whole thing, I smiled. T was indeed a girl, with her hair in a messed up bun, hairs falling out in places. She was looking to the side at the opposite shoulder that a butterfly was on. Though not even half way down her back there was butterflies of all colors practically covering her skin, and her body below them was not there. So technically you could say her back faded into butterflies. The color of the insects looked to be dripping down the canvas. It was beautiful, and obviously the most amazing painting in the room.

I looked down at the bottom. There was a little paper taped to the canvas. It had a small sketch of a girl and a little note as well. I bent down to read it.

"She had amber-colored eyes. Or maybe they were blue, and I was confusing their color with her name, which was Amber."

My eyes widened, and I snatched the note off, letting my eyes examine it a million more times. I looked at the small sketch, seeing the faint red lines outlining her hair.

I gasped, looking back up to the painting. Jesus Christ.

I backed up, getting away from the group. My eyes instantly searched the room as I wandered, looking for someone who I desperately hoped would still be here.

"He's over there," Jake suddenly whispered to me. I jumped, and looked to where he pointed. Zayn was standing sort of near the corner, talking to a woman who very much looked like him.

I nodded, and jogged over, skidding to a stop behind him. I tapped his shoulder, biting my lip.

He turned around, quickly gaining a smirk. "Hey. Did you see my painting? Took a while," he said, gesturing to it.

I waved the note in his face, and rolled my eyes, "Just kiss me you idiot," I chuckled before pulling his head down and latching his lips to mine.

It may have been a bit awkward kissing him in front of his mum, but I was too excited and overwhelmed, and all I could think about was ZaynZaynZayn, because his lips just felt so so soft against mine. And the way he grabbed at my jacket and pulled me closer to him had me smiling against him, both of us interrupting the kiss with smiles and stupid chuckles that we just couldn't keep in.

THE END

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