An Unexpected Love

Jennifer Lancer thought her life was perfect, with the best friends, rich parents, and the captain of the dance and cheerleading teams. But little did she know that was all about to change when mysterious Zayn Malik transferred to her school in America; he helps her get out of her popular funk when everyone starts rumors about her. Zayn will show Jenny what it's like to love and be loved./// Zayn Malik has had a pretty tough life. He had been to jail twice and missed two years of high school. He had gotten expelled from his old school, then he went to a school in California Appleton High and met annoying, yet unbearably loveable Jennifer Lancer. She shows him how to let go of his past and give up on thinking he'll do it again.


17. Jennifer

The next day at school I saw Zayn, battered and bruised. I kept my head down and walked past him in the hall. I hadn't been able to stop crying last night and woke up to Angela setting a breakfast tray by me. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open, and I slowed my pace as I approached my locker. I felt arms wrap around my waist and looked down to see Zayn's "ZAP" tattoo. I sighed and he kissed the tip of my ear.

"Good morning, beautiful." he said cheerfully.

"You don't know who I am, much less if it is a good one or not." I said sharply as I twisted myself away from him and stormed through the hallways. He was following me, I could tell. I told myself that I didn't want to talk to him, to like him, or to be with him. So I walked faster.

He kept my pace and said, "I know who you are. I don't see why everyone is saying that, like Angela said it, even though she said it nicer..." he trailed off and tried to grab my hand. "What's wrong, Jen?"

I turned around and pointed my finger at him, "I'll tell you what's wrong, Zayn." I spit out his name, "I don't like you. I don't care about you. I barely even know you! I couldn't care less if you didn't remember me!" I told myself that it was the truth even though I wanted to deny it.

You can't love him. You would be betraying Cole. You loved Cole more than anything and you still did. Cole had given you everything; you can't deny what you feel for Cole. He was yours and you were his. You still are, and you don't have the heart to care about Zayn. Your heart should be locked up. You don't like Zayn, you don't love him. Yesterday you were just having fun; you had had too much sugar. Yesterday didn't mean anything. Yesterday you let your jokes get the best of you and what happened was a joke. You hate Zayn.

"Yesterday was a joke, Zayn." I told him.

His perfect features fell and he said, "What do you mean?"

I ignored his question, "And I'm sorry to say, but I actually am grateful that you got hurt, because it made me realize how silly I was being. I remember now that I really don't like you. Actually I never did." I smiled- it was fake. "So thank you."

His eyes were angry, I could see that much, but the rest of him regained it's composure and stayed perfectly calm. "Okay," he grinned, "Cool." and he nodded and walked away, adding, "See you round."

I nodded. Why was I doing this to myself?! I thought.

Because today is Cole's birthday. He would have been 18, and it's your fault he's not. You're the one who wanted that picnic in Hollywood. You are the one who made him drive for 15 hours to get there on spring break. It's all your fault, Jennifer. He didn't even want to go, he probably would  have wanted to spend the day with his family, not with you.

It was true. Today I was wearing his favorite sweatshirt with skinny jeans and a pair of high tops that he had bought me one year so we could match- of course mine had a wedge in them and his didn't. I took a deep breath as I felt my face crumple. I bolted to the bathroom as tears poured down my face, thankfully I hadn't worn makeup, Cole always said I didn't need it. By the time I reached the bathroom my eyes were shut and I slid down the wall, sobbing. I sniffed and my body shuddered as tears poured out more and more, and I cried harder.

Then I heard a voice, soft, high, and thick with emotion. "Cole." It whispered.

I looked up with my puffy red eyes and saw Alyssa, Cole's sister. She wore his favorite U2 T-shirt with his shoes and skinny jeans. I nodded and saw that she was straight across from me, leaning on the wall and crying, just like me. I crawled over to her and sat next to her. I held her hand in mine, "I miss him so much."

She nodded. "For the record, Jen, I like you much better without makeup and fancy stuff, even though it looks pretty. This suits your personality." she had been kinder and more empathetic after Cole's death, while I had become cold and hard.

I nodded a little, "He always said that." I looked at her and felt another rush of tears coming. They came at the same time and I hugged her, holding the only other person who knew how I felt. Her mother had died giving birth to Alyssa, so she wasn't there, and her dad had run off at the thought of having to raise them alone, and dropped them off a foster care service. Cole was only four, so he wasn't able to raise her on his own. He was all she had.

"Why did he have to die?" she asked. I had to stay strong for her, no matter how guilty I felt for the death of her brother. She was only 14, I needed to be like an older sister.

I rubbed her back and said, "Honestly I don't know, Lissy." I used Cole's nickname for her and she shuddered.

Then I pulled back and stood, taking her hand in mine and pulling her up. She looked at me with red eyes and a red nose, her green eyes wide with sadness. She had eyes just like her brother, that brought tears to my eyes as I hugged her again, squeezing her tight. "He would have been 18. Up until now he would have joked about having an older woman." she laughed quickly and I stroked her hair. "He would have said that when he votes he would ask for 2 stickers so he could get me a coffee and the 3 of us could go to Starbucks and get our free vente drinks." She started to cry harder, recalling what he used to tell us, "He would have said he could take his girls to clubs. We were his girls. He would have told me he would take me to an R rated movie in the plaza, where you need to be 18." She squeezed me as my own tears fell, "And then he would have given you this." she pulled back. 

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What?"

She pulled something out of her pocket, a small velvet box. She handed it to me and said, "He saved up for it and bought it the day before he died. He said that when he turned 18 he would give it to you." she nodded to it, "Open it."

She put her hand up to her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut as I opened it. It was a necklace. My breath hitched. It had charms on it. One was a duck and it was made with yellow diamonds. The next was a heart that said in small chocolate diamonds, "Cole's girl". Another was an arrow that said, "Jen, you shot me outta the sky". The big stone in the middle had a small circle engraved in it. It was a ring and it said underneath, "Promise". The next smaller charm were ballet slippers made with pink stones. And the last was an emerald. That was what made me burst into tears harder; I had always called him my emerald for his eyes. 

Alyssa shook her head, "Read the note." she choked out. I pulled the note out from under the necklace.

Baby, promise never to take this necklace off. It's my way of telling you how much I love you. I want you to be mine until the day I die. I want to get married and start a family. I want to have you everyday until I die. Please keep your Emerald, and be my Duckling. You don't know how much I love you, Baby. You never will know. You're my life, my breath, my air, you are what I can't live without. You hold my heart, and I want you to keep it, forever.

Your Emerald,


I looked up at Alyssa and saw her pain. No 14 year old should have to go through this. I shouldn't either. I wrapped her in my arms again, holding the box and note gingerly. "Put it on." she said, pulling away. "Please." her voice cracked.

I nodded and lifted the necklace. I looked at her, "Could you?"

I bent down and let her clasp the small clip, and I cried silently. She said, "Beautiful."

I stood and looked in the mirror, "Yes, he is."

I linked arms with her and said, "Might as well visit him, huh? If you're okay with skipping class," I added.

She smiled, "I have nobody to yell at me." 

Realization dawned on me and I hugged her again, "Then let's go." and we walked out of the bathroom, heading to the front doors.


Please, please, PLEASE comment, fan, favorite, like, read! Give feedback, or just enjoy! But three options:

1. Jennifer and Alyssa move away, and Jennifer takes care of her in a different state because she can't bear to see Zayn everyday. 


2.Alyssa tells Jen that she's okay with Jennifer dating someone else and she ends up with Zayn. She adopts Alyssa into her family and acts as though she is a little sister.

And option 3. Give your opinion if you don't like the two above! And if no on comments, someone else might just die... Dun dun DUN!!!!!

BTW Zayn only had amnesia for a few hours, he remembers stuff now! 

-Violette XOXOXO <3

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