The Report

Ebelyn is a high schooler. She is one of the bad/good girls. Her teacher Ms.Tilson has made the high school do a project. She brings in Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, and Louis Tomlinson. Every girl in the school has to do a report about each one. At the end of this project, the winner of best report gets to pick their favorite. And go on a date with them, no matter what. Either they like it or hate it, this will be a big report.


7. Single?

   I sat on the couch at my dad's house. I called Isabelle. "Hey." I said. "Hey! Come to my house!! Like ASAP!" She said excitedly. "Um okay I guess." I said. I hung up and grabbed my stuff. "Bye Jordan!!!" I yelled. Jordan is my step sister. "Bye!!" She yelled. "Bye dad!!!" I yelled. "Where you going??" He yelled. "Jordan will tell you!!! Love you!!!" I yelled at him. I got the rest of my stuff and got in Zayn's car.

     As I was driving Story Of My Life came on. "Okay! Today Zayn Malik I joining me!!!" The dude yelled. "Hi it's Zayn." Zayn said. "Now Zayn, Story Of My Life is for a special girl. All the guys have told me who theirs is for, who is the song for you?" He asked. "Nick." Zayn said. "Zayn we all know about the report you and the boys did." Zayn sighed. "I guess the song is for a girl named Ebelyn." He said. "Ebelyn? Is she Mexican?" He asked. "Kinda. Racist!!!!!" He yelled. "I didn't mean anything like that Zayn." He told Zayn. "Now Ebelyn call me, I need my car." He said. I pulled out my phone and called him. "Oh someone's calling!!!!" The radio weirdo said. "Speaker." He whispered. "Zayn!!!! All you want is your car!!!!!" I yelled. "No I don't!!!!" He said to me. "Really Zayn? Then why is that all you said about me??" I hung up.

   I kept on listening to the radio. "Ebelyn, I know you want to say 'fuck you' but you won't. You love me." I just kept driving. Once I got to Isabelle's house she came out screaming. "OMFG DID YOU HEAR THE RADIO????" I nod. "Yup." I say madly. She looked at me. "Do you forgive him?" She asked. "I don't know, really." I said confused. I pull out my phone.

   "Ello?" His voice sounded tired. In the background I heard moans and groans. "Zayn?" I asked. "Are you in the middle of something?" "OHHHHHHH." He said. "Yeah nevermind call me when your done." I was about to press the 'end call' button but he started to say something. "Wait!" He yelled. "Don't leave it's Paul!!!" He yelled. "Yeah sure Zayn. Bye." I hung up.

    "What happened?" Isabelle asked. "He was in the middle of 'it'." She covered her mouth. "Why didn't he not pick up if he's doing 'it'?" I shrugged my shoulders.

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