Can't You See It Doesn't Matter To Me?

What if your online friend loves you? What if you meet them, and you find out they are the person who hates you?


3. Chapter Three

    I went over to the mirror as tears flowed down my face. "I can't believe this. One person. I wanted one friend." I whispered to myself. I felt my phone buzz. I took it out.

DJ1993: I don't care who you are. I still love you. I guess you don't me. I will never meet anyone like this again. I hope you don't hate me forever.

Hidden1322: I don't hate you at all! I still love you too, but I don't want you to be like me. You don't want to be with someone like me. You even told me the reason you don't stick up when your friends tease losers is because you don't want to become a loser too.

DJ1993: I feel so bad though. I don't want you to think I meant that stuff. If you love me and I love you then why can't we be together?

Hidden1322: Because, Zayn. People like you and me don't go together.

DJ1993: Then let's show the world different. We have to be strong. We have to fight. I don't care if those jerks won't be friends with me anymore. They know too well to come after me. I'll beat them up in two seconds.

Hidden1322: Zayn...

DJ1993: Come out of the bathroom or I'm coming in.

Hidden1322: You will really come into the girls' bathroom?

DJ1993: To get you out I would.

Hidden1322: No, Zayn. We can't be together.


    That's the last thing that was sent and received before the door opened and Zayn walked in. I had tears on my face and in my eyes. He came over and hugged me. "Zayn, no." I said. "I love you, Sam. Don't you see I don't care?" he replied. I just buried my face in his chest. He held me tighter. "Oh my gosh, Sam. You're the one who gets hurt. And you still get beat up by those idiots! Let me help you. Sit down." he said. "Zayn calm down. I'm fine." I said. "Look. Please stop. I don't care about popularity, okay? I just want to be with you." he said. I sighed. "Please." he begged. I looked into his eyes. He really meant it. He wasn't playing some kind of game. "Okay." I whispered. His whole face lit up. "Thank you." he said and hugged me. I smiled and nodded. "Let's get back to class. I nodded and he took my hand to lead me back to English.

    We walked in and sat back at our desks. Zayn looked at me, I looked at his friends. He shrugged and scooted his desk closer to mine. His friends got confused. "What are you doing, dude?" Jake asked. "Sitting with Sam." he replied. "Why? Feel bad for the poor loser?" Jake replied in a baby voice. "Don't call her that. She isn't a poor loser." Zayn said. "Oh. Does Zayny have a new crush?" he asked in a baby voice. "No. I have a new girlfriend, so back off her." he responded. Jake laughed. "Please tell me this is some sort of joke." he said. "No. So stay away from her. And if you're going to talk about her like that, then get away from me." Zayn said. Jake got a look of complete shock, but just dropped it and turned back to the others. Zayn turned around to see me, with tears on my cheeks.

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