Three Words

Jordan Stewart, a junior in Alburry Hills High School, is not book smart nor is she street smart. She is just a regular girl with average grades and a decent piece of mind. The only thing in her way is the leather jacket and the black sun glasses, followed by the facial appearance of black hair and gorgeous hazel brown eyes.


5. Back To Normal...?

Sorry that this chapter is late, I haven't even been home in three days. I've been out somewhere else lately. So here is Chapter 5(: Hope you like!


The rest of the day was a bit regular, finally, but I did start to regret yelling at Zayn. Yeah he was a douche, but he was being nicer. Maybe he actually wasn't planning anything. I shrugged off the thoughts as the last bell had rung. I walked out of the class room and smiled. The hallway was always so loud at the end of the day. I just had to quickly get out before anyone else does. I quickly opened my locker, packed up some homework, and made my way through the crowd. The hallways become less crowded as I reached my way towards the exit. Thankfully, Louis was waiting for me, that way I could walk home with him instead of walk alone or catch a ride with Zayn. He smiled at me when I came out. His face seemed a bit distant from me though.

"Is it just me, or is Zayn wanting to become our friend." Louis mumbled, looking into my eyes. I nodded.

"Right? It's freaking me out." I mumbled back, beginning to walk down the side walk. Louis looked at me as I kept my eyes on his.

"I don't understand what he's up to, but it's starting to scare me." I added.

"Maybe he's planning something." Louis suggested.

"I've already pointed that out. He keeps saying he only wants to be nice to me." I stopped, remembering earlier.

"I asked him why he's being nice to me lately and he told me that 'maybe I just don't have anything to be mean about anymore.' What does that mean?" I asked him.

"That's weird. I have no clue." Louis mumbled, forming a barring silence. We began to walk down a less crowded street when we heard an oncoming car pull over to the side of us. Guess who it was.

"I don't see what's so fun about walking." Zayn smirked, looking at us. Louis smiled and walked over to the car.

"Well I live just down the street but maybe you could take Jordan the rest of the way to her house. Jordan, I could just meet up with you after I check in." Louis suggested, obviously trying to do something. He patted my back and walked down the street to his house. Great. Zayn looked at me and chuckled.

"Need a ride?" he asked me.

"I can walk a few more blocks."

"You mean like six?" he was right, it was a long walk, but it was a walk I'd rather take. I began walked away when I noticed that he was slowly driving next to me.

"You know you want to get in." He smirked.

"I rather walk."

"Then I'll drive next to you until you realize that it's quicker to just get a ride with me than having me drive next to you until you get to your house." he smirked, teasing around. I rolled my eyes.

"It's just be quicker if you left me alone." I told him.

"Oh come on. Am I really that bad?" he asked me.

"Is that a rhetorical question?"  I asked him, still looking out in the distance. He then stopped and got out of the car.

"Jordan, get over here." he barked, a tad angry. I turned around and stared at him.

"I'm not scared of you." I told him.

"Yeah well, maybe you are. Maybe you're too scared to just take a kind offer because you're scared that I'm being nice. Maybe you're scared because I've been nice and I know you're too scared to ever become just more than an acquaint." he told me, waiting for me to reply. I was speechless. Did he just say that he wants to be my friend? Well, was he referring to it? I rolled my eyes and looked at him.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I asked, obviously without waiting for an answer. He smiled, opening the side door. I walked over to him and grabbed the side door.

"I must be crazy taking this car ride." I mumbled, sitting down in the car. As he got into his side, I could smell this deep cold cologne on him. It was a tad different than usual, but it smelled good. On the way there, there was this silent faint of music from the radio. I turned it up a bit, listening to some R&B. He quickly noticed this and turned it to a heavy metal channel.

"You like R&B?" I asked him, smirking.

"No, It was just the first thing that popped up." he lied.

"If you say so, Malik." I mumbled, turning it to Country. I began to jam out to Drunk On You, my favorite singer of all time. As I sang along, I could hear a faint voice from Zayn. He was mumbling the words. I smirked but didn't point him out. I just wanted to know this secret. It was obvious that he wasn't taking me home yet, just driving me around.

"Girl you make my speakers go boom boom
Dancing on the tailgail in the full moon
That kinda thing makes a man go Mhmm
You're looking good in what's left of those blue jeans
Drip of Honey on the money make it gotta be
The best buzz I'm gonna find
Hey I'm a little drunk on you
And High on summer time." I sang to myself, but not quiet enough.

"You have a voice." Zayn commented, looking into my eyes. I shrugged, looking at him.

"I love that song." I told him. He nodded, driving the corner onto my road. It was quiet until he parked in front of my house.

"Well here you are." Zayn mumbled, quickly getting out of the car. He rushed over to my side and helped me open the car door. As I stepped out, he closed the door and walked me to my porch.

"Well thanks for the ride." I told him. He nodded, feeling a bit awkward and stiff.

"No problem. If you need a ride tomorrow, I can probably come by." he told me.

"I usually ride with Jesse, but thanks." I mumbled, looking at him. He just looked at me as I climbed the steps, as he did too.

"Erm, sorry about earlier after lunch." I mumbled. He shook his head and smiled at me, a bit bigger than usual. Well, his smiles are usual anyway.

"It's no big deal, I can see where you're coming from." He told me, leaning against the railing. I looked at my door and then at him.

"Well I should really check on my brother." I told him, breaking the awkwardness. He nodded, getting off the railing and stepping closer to me, not intentionally.

"I'll just see you tomorrow then." He smiled, stepping of the porch. I nodded, stepping up another step.

"See you tomorrow, Malik." I smirked, looking at him. He smirked back and leaned on his car.

"See you later, Stewart." He yelled back, watching as I walked into my house. When I did so, I noticed Steven playing with his toys while watching tv.

"Steven, can I use the tv?" I asked him, standing over him.

"Can you make me Mac&Cheese first?" he asked, giving me the puppy lip. I nodded, walking to the kitchen. I got out a pot and the box of Mac&Cheese, quickly reading the box. I boiled some water and waited as I reached my ringing phone out. It was Louis.

"Hey, I'll be over soon. How was the ride?" he asked me, totally trying to get the gossip out.

"Not much really, it was just a car ride." I told him, waiting for the water to heat itself up all the way. Then I began to make Mac&Cheese while on the phone.

"Well I'll be over soon." he told me, hanging up. A few minutes later, I finished making some food for Steven and started on making soup for me. I put the can of soup in a bowl and put it in the microwave for a minute and thirty seconds. As I did so, I could hear the door open and close, followed by footsteps.

"Hey, you're making some food." Louis' voice called as he rushed into the kitchen after me. I nodded and got out my soup.

"Yeah. Let's go watch some tv." I told him, walking into the living room with the hot soup. He shrugged and sat next to me.

"Can I see your phone for a minute?" he asked, reaching for his.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Because Liam deleted some contacts and I know you have Jesse's number." he told me, grabbing my phone off the coffee table. I sat there and ate soup while watching Friends. My mind began to drift off as I remembered Zayn and how nice he was being. I guess this is hard to say but I wouldn't mind being his friend. He seemed cool, well, once he isn't beating you up and bullying you in all sorts of ways. Yeah, maybe this could be a trap, but maybe it wasn't. I shrugged the thoughts off and looked back at Louis, who was texting.

"What should we do today?" I asked him, taking a sip of the hot soup.

"My mother just texted me, I have to get home to my sisters. Maybe we can walk to school tomorrow?" he got up and stretched his arms.

"I'm riding with Jess but you can ride along?" I offered. He nodded and sat up.

"I guess I'll be seeing you later then." He smiled, walking to the door. I gave him a hug and watched as he left. I guess that was fun? I rolled my eyes and continued on my soup.


The next morning was decent. I did my usual morning routine, got a ride from Jesse, and made it into the school fine. When I walked into the cafeteria, it seemed quieter than usual. I shrugged it off and followed Jesse over to Liam and Louis, who were silent.

"What's going on?" Jesse asked, sitting down next to Liam. I sat with Louis and looked at the boys. They both didn't look up, they just chilled there, awkwardly. That's when I felt my chair being pulled back from me, forcing me to fall on my face in front of the table. I looked up to see those familiar dark eyes. They were angry now, and they had came back from the past to the present.

"We need to talk." He mumbled, grabbing my arm tightly and dragging me out of the cafeteria.

"What the hell?" I pushed him away, staring into his eyes. He looked at his feet, trying not to shout. His fists were clutched together and his face showed a death glare. He glanced up.

"Don't give me that bullshit. Why would you do that?" he mumbled, holding my wrist tightly in his grip.

"Ow, Zayn..." I mumbled, trying to get his hand away from mine. He didn't budge though. "I didn't do anything."

"You know who I had texting my phone last night?" he asked me. I shook my head as his face seemed to get even more angry. "Louis. I had Louis texting me and do you know what he was texting me?"

"Zayn, I'm so sorry. He probably got your number after looking for Jesse's last night." his grip got stronger as I spoke. I kept quiet and waited for him to respond.

"Have you been telling your little friends that I fancy you?" his words dark and full of hate, I couldn't tell if he was asking it as if it was a life or death situation.

"What? Of course not! Why the hell would I want to cause drama?" I asked him.

"Why the hell did you tell them that then?"

"I didn't!"

"Then why did he ask me if I did."

"Because Louis is Louis!" I stopped, looking at him. "Louis thinks that because you are being nice to me lately, it's because you fancy me. You set this up yourself." I told him. He quickly wripped his hand away from my wrist, letting it go. I held onto it, hoping the circulation would come back. Zayn looked deep into my eyes and waited.

"Well you're wish is granted, princess, because I'm done talking to you." he mumbled, pushing me into the wall. As he walked away, I could smell that cologne faintly in the air. I breathed in and sighed. Great, back to normal. I walked back to the group, who were very confused.

"What'd he do to you?" Liam asked me, a bit worried and angry at the same time. He was always so angry when Zayn touched me. I guess those brother instincts were useful for him. I shrugged and looked at Louis. It was because of him that this happened, but I didn't want to point it out.

"It was an English thing." I mumbled, still staring at Louis. He knew what he had done. "What'd he do to you?"

"He pushed Liam into some rubbish outside the school." Louis mumbled.

"He punched Louis in the chest until he couldn't breathe." Liam said. Jesse looked over at me.

"I'm scared of what he's going to do to me, now." she mumbled. I shook my head.

"He never does anything to you, Jesse. You're just this girl with a beautiful life." I spat, standing up from the table. Her face got angry.

"My life is beautiful? This only happens to you at school. I go through hell when I get home and you know it!" She shouted. I calmly breathed in and looked at her. She was right. Her family fights with each other every day and they take it out on each other every night. She some time would come over to escape the fighting. I walked over to her and embraced her into a hug.

"I'm so sorry. I was just angry." I whispered. I could tell she was crying now. I rubbed her back and waited until she pulled away. Her face was red and puffy, but she didn't seem to care. The bell then rang, great, first period. I slowly got my stuff out of my locker and made my way to class, but I was stopped by Stacy.

"What do you want?" I asked her. She smirked, getting closer to me.

"I want you to realize that Zayn would never like a thing like you." she smirked, high fiving her friends that had stood with her. I rolled my eyes.

"I didn't say he likes me." I told her.

"Yeah, but I know you like him. It's so obvious. I just want you to know that we're getting back together very soon and you better realize it."  she smirked, staring into my eyes.

"Okay, can I get to class now?" I asked her.

"I thought we could talk." she smiled, acting as if she was my friend.

"Talk to a bitch like you? I don't think so." I joked, but it didn't seem funny after I felt her whole hand smash against my cheek, causing me to drop my books in order to cup my face.

"You will never call me that again. You little slut. You probably tried selling yourself to Zayn by now." she laughed, walking down the hall. I grabbed my books quickly and rushed up to class without looking at anyone. I breathed in as I sat down in my seat, ignoring the fact that Zayn was sitting with me. I decided to start on my notes, but I noticed that I didn't have a pencil. I rolled my eyes and stared over at the window. I really wish I could just leave now. I couldn't even imagine what Zayn would do in this class. I rested my head on the desk for a little bit. I really needed to ask to go to the bathroom or something because I could feel the soreness of my cheek become visible. I rose my head and looked in front me, noticing a school pencil on my paper. I glanced at Zayn, who was raising himself to walk to the desk. He slowly walked to the pencil sharpener, grabbing himself a pencil. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the pencil on my desk to begin writing notes. After ten minutes of notes, I heard Ms. Hanson clearing her throat.

"I want you to discuss with your partners about the upcoming writer's project that you will both be writing together." I heard her say. Great. I grabbed two lined pieces of paper and gave Zayn a piece.

"I guess we can start writing about puppies or something." I suggested, writing my name on the page. I noticed that Zayn was quiet and hadn't written anything down. I glanced up at him, noticing that he was staring at me. There was no evil glare, just a regular person look.

"Do you need something?" I asked him.

"Who did that to you?" he asked me, a bit concerned about my face.

"Who do you think?" I snapped, looking back at my page. He lifted my chin with his finger, examining the mark.

"What happened?" he asked me.

"I fell onto your soon-to-be-girlfriend's hand. I got slapped, you moron." I rolled my eyes and stared at him. He seemed to back down and just stare at me.

"Who, Stacy?" he asked, changing the subject a little.

"Well yeah. She told me to stay away from you. And you know what, I'm trying." I told him, trying to find something else to talk about. I breathed in and looked back at my paper.

"Stacy and I aren't ever dating again." he mumbled.

"She told me you were."

"She's a bitch." he flipped, looking away. I could hear a hurt tone in those words.

"What, you just found that out?" I asked him. He shook his head, looking into my eyes.

"I don't want to talk about her, okay?" his voice was thick and had a bit of anger in it. I leaned in a bit.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"Nothings wrong." he whispered, getting back to the page.

"Obviosuly there is if you want to change the topic." I sat even closer that way no one could hear us. "Tell me." he sighed and looked into my eyes.

"The night I took you to the movies, I went to go see her and she was with this blonde kid locking lips." He smirked, trying to play it cool like it didn't bother him.

"I'm really sorry. If you haven't noticed, she's a slut." I told him, obviously joking. He shrugged, looking into his eyes.

"I just never really realized that I could be hurt that way." he mumbled. I grabbed one of his hands and looked intohis eyes.

"Try falling in love with someone who was faking it the whole time." I told him.

"What do you mean?"he asked. I sighed.


"No tell me,."

"You'll laugh."

"I just spent this time confessing some stupid love about a girl who should move back to her slut town. Tell me." he smiled, trying to make me give in, and it worked. I sighed once more and cleared my throat.

"Well I had this neighbor and we were best friends. I guess he liked me and I liked him too, because we ended up dating. He was like, my first everything. Well, besides the important thing, but he was my first kiss, my first date, and even my first true love. I thought that we would never end. I told him all sorts of embarrassing things. It wasn't until one day that he texted me saying that everything was a lie. And guess who else had planned this?" I looked at him, hoping he knew what I meant. He rested his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm really sorry." He mumbled, rubbing my back. I shrugged.

"It's fine. Everything she does now doesn't bother me as much as it use to." I told him, giving him a small smile. He gave me a smile too, but it faded.

"I'm really sorry about earlier. I should of realized that you didn't do what I thought you did." he mumbled, looking into my eyes.

"You know, It's actually quite alright. I'm over it." I told him. The bell then rang and it was time to leave. "Well I guess I'll see you later."

"Hey..." he stopped me from leaving. "...Thanks." he smiled, obviously not mad anymore. I nodded, packing up my things.

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