Just Friends

"So," I smiled as I sat at the cafeteria table, in front of the new kid, Niall. I set my tray of food on the table. "have you made any friends yet?" He nodded. "That's good." I said picking up my apple and taking a bite out of it.
"What's his name?" I continued the conversation.
"He's coming to eat with us." He said, "You'll see."
I frowned confused, okay...
"Oh! There he is!" Niall said gesturing to a guy coming towards us. I turned around but as soon as I saw who it was I flashed my head back towards Niall.
"You're kidding me right?" I one hand on my forehead staring at the table. "Niall, you can't be friends with him he's-"
I was cut off by the guy sitting beside me on the bench of the table. "trouble." I finished under my breath as he and Niall did some kind of handshake.
"Hey there Brooke, haven't seen you in awhile." He winked at me.
"Hello Zayn..." I said coldly as I inched away from him on the bench.


23. (20) Two-Faced

As I walked in the hallways with Niall, Zayn caught up to us. He put an arm around my shoulders. I glared at him. He kept joking and laughing with Niall until Niall had to leave us because his class was on the right. We kept walking and as soon as Niall was out of sight he tore his arm off of me. “Thank god.” I muttered and then looked up at him. “What’s your goal? Really, you’re annoying.”

“I’m not going to try anymore.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Try?”

“To get you to like me like before.”

“I never lik-”

“To get along with you like before.” He corrected himself.

“Cool.” I muttered, uninterested.

“You see, two can play at your little bitchy game.”

I stopped in track. “Excuse me?”

“Well you could say you’ve been acting like one to me and all I’ve been is nice to you.”

“You know exactly why I am the way I am.” I glared at him.

“I moved passed it why can’t you?”

“What did you have to move past from?!” I shouted at him, anger clear in my eyes.

He rolled his eyes and kept walking. I tugged on his arm to stop him and he stopped and turned to face me. “Whatever.” He mumbled, glaring at the floor.

I let out an angry breath. “If you’re going to be two-faced, at least make one of them pretty.” I spat before tugging on the straps of my backpack and letting them go in frustration as I walked away. 

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