Over rated.

Do you ever feel like your in a glass box? Trapped inside, forced to watch everyone else smile and have fun. I feel that almost everyday. Ever since I met him. Zayns the instantly popular jock. The bad boy ever girl wants. Every girl but me.


17. Are you smoking

 Zayn spotted me and jogged over holding a cup.
"So I talked to Ryan and Mac... I'm sorry," he muttered.
"I'll be right back." I stated, walking outside and finding Keaton. "Lets talk for a bit more... Can I have another smoke?" I asked, he chuckled.
"Here." He handed me the pack.
"A light?" I asked, placing one inbetween my lips. He light it for me and I took a drag, "so Zayns probably going to come out here in a few seconds, when he does we need to be grinding." I muttered, Keaton laughed loudly and started grinding with me, I laughed and continued to smoke until Zayn came out.
"Who's this?" He asked, looking pissed.
"Keaton. Funny thing, his girlfriend broke up with him so she could dry hump you." I snapped, standing up straight and taking a big inhale of my smoke.
"Are you smoking?" Zayn yelled, looking appalled 
"your allowed to smoke but I'm not?" I asked sarcastically, blowing smoke in his face.
"We're leaving." Zayn ordered, I rolled my eyes again.
"thanks for everything Keaton." I muttered, to piss Zayn off I turned and hugged him, when I stepped back he grabbed my face and kissed me. When he pulled away I whispered for him to run so he did, Zayn yelled profanities at him until he was gone. "Lets go." I took my keys from my bag and stumbled to the front of the car. 
"Your not driving. Your drunk." Zayn grabbed my keys and walked to the passenger side, helping me climb in and climbing in the drivers side himself. It's about a hours drive home. I think the vodkas just hitting me now, cause I feel wwwwwaaaaaaassssstttttteeeeeddd
"Hey Zayn?" I slurred.
"Yes?" He kept his eyes on the road.
"Ever gotten road head before?" I ran my hand up the inside of his leg, giggling.
"May." He said in a half hearted warning tone.
I placed my hand on his hard on and his eyes widened. "Are you trying to crash?" He yelled, I laughed an laid my head down on his lap, I'm not actually going to give him road head but his reaction was hilarious. 

"Do you even like me anymore?" I asked, my heads still on his lap.
"Yes." He replied, "I love you." He stated, 
"do you still want me? In that way?" I asked, were probably close to my house.
"Every day." He replied, stopping the car,  "we're here." He whispered, moving me so he's hovering over me. "You've been through some bad stuff in your life, and I hit you. I don't have a reason for it and I hate myself more and more everyday. So I don't think you want me to try and get into your pants." He kissed me and lifted me off the set, helping me inside.
"Hey Zayn?" I asked when the door closed. 
"Yes?" He asked, turning to look at me.
"Fuck me?" I asked, his eyes lit up and he walked to me.
"Yes please." 

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