Holy shit I'm so sorry! I haven't like updated any of my books for a while, but school ridiculous! Anyway, here's another chapter! :)
"No, dumbshit, the other wrench!" I yelled, laughing.
"Your a breezy motherfucker, Payne!" Zayn laughed, throwing the correct wrench at my chest.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. I opened the lid of the car hood and fixed the broken battery. I walked over to the shelf, picking out an oil. I replaced the old oil with the new one.
"All done." I said, whipping the wrench at Zayn's chest, causing him to barrel over wheezing.
"Why did I pick you of the streets?" He asked, glaring at me with a playful smirk.
"Because I'm the best employee you've ever had." I stated, knowing it true.
He nodded. "Very true."
"So, we hanging out with Niall today?" I asked, slamming the hood down.
Niall was the typical Irish man, who has a great sense of humour. Zayn introduced me to him three weeks ago. We hit it off, becoming instant buddies. He spent most of his time with another friend named Paul at the local bar.
"You betcha." Zayn said, sliding out from under a black, shiny mustang.
He tossed a screwdriver into a near toolbox. I whisper my greasy hands on my torn jeans, which were ripped and dirty. I still had the black t-shirt from when I left Ian on.
"I need some new clothes, dude." I laughed, kicking my converse on the cement, my toe slightly sticking out.
"I was waiting for you to say that. Come on, let's go on a guys shopping trip." Zayn said, looking relieved.
He wasn't much to care about getting dirty or mucky, except for his hair. Be always wore torn clothing, but he like to look nice when going out.
We washed our hands, along with our arms. We went though the garage door, shutting it closed afterwords. We hopped on our motorcycles. My decision for having one worries and being a bad ass was still galling full-charge. Mine was a sleek black with silver on the sides. Zayn's was red with black on the sides.
Our engines roared as we pulled out of the parking lot. We sped towards the mall, passing cars and trucks. We sped through a red light. We weren't wearing our helmets anyway, plus the cops loved us ever since we fixed a couple police cars in a time of desperate need.
We took a spot in front of the mall, turning off our beasts. We kicked down the kickstand, stepping off. We walked towards the mall doors.
"By the way, were getting you some work boots." Zayn smiled, slinging his arm around my shoulder.
"I need some anyway." I said, which I really did. These converse just didn't cut it when working in the shop.
We walked into a men's shop, grabbing random shirts and jeans. I got a couple pairs of sweatpants, just for lazy days. I grabbed two Snapbacks while buying them. Ever since I started working for Zayn, I've been getting serious cash. Business really was booming.
We walked towards a show shop, buying some hard-toed work boots and two pairs if converse, black and blue. We bought them, laughing about how the waiter's weave was falling off.
We walked to the a near restaurant in the mall. We grabbed some KFC and sat down in in a booth. We talked an are for a while.
"So, like, then the girl said she couldn't turn on the car, it she just was turning the key the wrong way!" Zayn said, laughing. I burst out laughing, causing people to turn toward us with displeased faces.
When we were almost finished, I turned towards the desk to see if the waiter was at the desk, and stopped stone cold.
My heart stopped and my face went pale. I felt like I was going to puke.
I was locking eyes with Ian.
We both stared, disbelieving. Zayn must of noticed, because I felt his arm wrap around mine, pulling me out of the back door. We ran out of the mall, out of breath. I had tears falling down my cheeks.
We hopped onto our motorcycles, roaring them to life. We sped out of the parking lot, almost crashing into a car. It honked loudly, but we ignored it, speeding towards our shop.
We parked, gasping. The shop's black paint was comforting,but the tears spilled. I leaned against the middle of the handle bars, sobbing.
"That was Ian. Wasn't it?" Zayn whispered, patting my lower back. I nodded, letting out another sob.
"Seeing him in person. It hurt so bad. Reminding me how much I missed him. I act like I don't need him, but I do." I sobbed.
"No you don't. He's not worth it. He's...he's really not." Zayn said, sounding angry.
I slowly sat up, stepping off the motorcycle. "Your right. I don't. I have everything I could ever want right here. This shop, you, niall, it's all I need." I said, clenching my fists.
"That right. Who needs Ian anyway?" Zayn asked, a question i knew he wanted me to answer truthfully.
I thought back at the punch. He hadn't said anything. He's stopped calling me after just a week I went missing. He made me bleed, made my heart shatter. Zayn had picked me up when Ian put me down. I felt something inside, something I've been wanting to feel. Guilt free.
"Not me." I answered, telling the complete truth.