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.


8. Dinner With The Family

A knock on the front door had interrupted our conversation, but I was a bit glad. Even though I was happy for Michael to finally find a girl, but Ellen seemed like a blur compared me. My interests were very different from hers and I just wasn't into puzzles or Foreign movies. Well, not too much interested. I slowly opened the door, noticing Zayn, who was turned around from the door. When he turned to face me, his eyes quickly found mine and his smile perked.

"Hey." he said in an unknown expression. His voice seemed shaky, but his smile showed that he seemed a bit excited, which made me feel a bit better.

"Hey." I smiled, resting my hand on the wood on the doorway. I looked at what he was wearing, hich was a white t-shirt under a dark grey long sleeve sweater with blue and purple drips. The stripes weren't thin like Louis', they were actually like bar stripes. He also had khaki pants and navy blue high top Converse.

"Like what you see?" he winked, looking at me. I shook my head, trying not to blush.

"Are you going to invite him in or you just going to stand there and stare at each other?" Michael joked, looking at Zayn and I. I giggled and looked Michael.

"That's my magical brother, Mike." I told Zayn, letting him in. Zayn walked over and shook his hand.

"Please to meet you." Zayn smiled, firmly shaking his hand away.

"Zayn, right? Nice to meet you too." Mike smiled, looking at my dad and Steven. I bit my tongue; hopefully dad wouldn't ask Zayn questions such as the bullying that has occurred.

"That's Steven and my dad." I told him as I watched him walk over to them. He shook Steven's and when he went closer to my dad's, I could tell he was tensing up a bit. I mean, who wouldn't? My dad is a bit scary looking. My dad smiled and shook Zayn's hand.

"Nice to meet you." he smirked at Zayn.

"And you, sir." he said, feeling a bit awkward.

"Jordan, Zayn, can you both set up the table while I finish dinner?"  Dad suggested, standing up. I nodded, looking at Zayn. Ellen and Mike went upstairs with Steven to the tv and while I lead Zayn into the dinning room. I grabbed some silverware while Zayn spread the plates.

"You're family seems really nice." Zayn said, looking into my eyes. I nodded.

"They are." I replied, grabbing some more spoons. I gave out a giggle.


"I just remembered how awkward and nervous you looked when you shook my dad's hand." I told him, looking into his eyes.

"Well yeah." he stopped, putting down the last plate and picking up some glass cups.

"Does he look scary to you?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"I just wanted him to like me." he smiled, looking in my eyes. I looked away, glancing over at the doorway of the living room. Michael had came in and smiled.

"So Zayn, what music are you into?" he asked, walking over to Zayn. He shrugged, letting out a shy smile.

"Rock, Punk, Heavy Metal..."

"R&B..." I mentioned, smiling over at him. He glanced at me.

"I don't like R&B."

"Then why was it on your radio when I turned it on?"

"It was probably my sisters playing with the car again." He told me. I nodded and looked at Michael.

"If you say so." I mumbled. I noticed my dad smile, carrying the food onto the table.

"Mike, go get the others and tell them Dinner is ready." he told Michael, sitting down at the head of the table. Ellen and Michael sat next to each other while Steven sat at the other end, leaving Zayn and I sitting across from Ellen and Michael. Zayn pulled my chair out and smiled.

"Do you always do this?" I mumbled to Zayn, looking into his eyes.

"What do you mean?" He mumbled back, looking at mine.

"You know, pull chairs out for girls, open doors for girls, let them go first."  He shook his head and smiled.

"No, just yours." and with that, he scooted my chair in and sat himself down. As we filled our plates, I could hear a little giggle from Steven.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Steven asked in a teasing manner. Zayn looked over at me and instead of giving me a funny look, he smiled. I smiled too.

"Steven, where's your girlfriend at? Have you even had one?" I asked with no teasing manner. Steven stayed silent through the whole dinner while the rest of us talked.

"So Zayn, when did you and Jordan meet?" Ellen asked, unknown that Zayn use to bully me. I smiled, knowing she had no clue. Neither did Steven.

"We met last year but never really talked until this year." Zayn explained shortly but effectively. Everyone nodded except for my dad. As I bit my lip, he opened his big fat mouth.

"Right after you finished pushing her around all year, right?" he mumbled, not quiet enough though. Zayn's went from Dad to his food as his bit into his chicken.

"What?" Ellen asked in a confused manner. I knew she was.

"It's an inside joke Zayn and I have. It's too long and hard to explain." I smiled, coving it up.

"Only that it's true." he mumbled, but thankfully Zayn didn't hear.

"Dad, stop." I whispered, biting into my food. The rest of the dinner was mostly about either Michael and Ellen or Dad's new job. His job causes him to never be home but at least we get a lot of money to pay for Mike's college and my upcoming college and car support. It was now getting late and Ellen and Mike had just left. I guess that means it was time for Zayn to leave. I slowly walked him to his car and waited as he turned around and looked at me. His body resting on the side of the car as I stood across from him.

"Sorry about my dad." my voice was a bit raspy when I spoke, but it wasn't really any bother. Zayn shook his head.

"I'm really sorry." He mumbled under hit breath, loud enough for me to hear. I shook my head.

"There's no reason for you to be, Zayn."

"Are you really kidding me?" He stopped, looking into my eyes. "There's at least a years' worth or a reason to be sorry."

"Zayn, don't have my dad get to you. He's no one really. He acts like he's no one when he's home." I sighed and looked into his eyes. Zayn shrugged.

"How does he know that I bullied you?" he asked with a wink in his eye. I looked down at the ground.

"I have a big mouth." is all I said. I felt a warm finger on my chin as if lifted my chin to stare into Zayn's eyes. I tried hard not to blush, but I couldn't help it.

"You're mouth is perfect."

"How would you know?" In that moment, it stayed silent before Zayn gave out a little chuckle and looked down at his feet, the same way he did yesterday at Kings.

"Well maybe we could do something tomorrow." he suggested, not looking up at me. I giggled, taking my held-up bun out to spread my hair over my shoulders.

"Of course. What would we be doing?" I asked him, carefully looking in his eyes. I didn't want to stare, I always felt so weird staring into his eyes. Maybe I just got... nervous?

"Anything you want. Maybe the movies, out to ear, just a walk-and-talk? Anything." he smiled and looked back up at me, noticing that I was looking at him. I looked behind him and noticed only one street light was on. I looked around the streets some more and noticed some cars driving down the other street. That's it.

"We can go on a drive." I offered. His eyebrows squinted down as his face was puzzled.

"A drive?"

"Yeah. It's when you drive around for awhile with no destination for something to do." I explained. His smile grew as he was taking the idea in.

"In that case, be sure to pack everything. Such as extra clothes, a bathing suit, sunscreen, and anything else for just in case. We might be staying the night somewhere." he told me.

"Can I just ask you something?" I asked.

"You just did." he joked. "What is it?"

"Well, how come you've been nicer to me. I know I've already asked but..." I stopped, thinking of how to explain it.

"How come you hate me last year but come back this year and act perfectly normal?" I could tell that he was deep in thought by how he breaths. It was a bit different but helped me understand what he was doing. His face told me he was either out of words to say or had the words but didn't really know how to say them. Instead of patting his shoulder and saying 'Foget about it,' I leaned in and embraced him into a hug. My arms wrapped around his body as his wrapped around my neck. His cologne and his warm body was making feel over whelmed with feelings that were now coming back. Yep, you guessed it. Those feelings. My face laid gently on his chest and his rested on my shoulder.

"Thanks..." I mumbled, still holding him tight. He slowly pulled away and smiled.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being forgiving." he smiled, opening his car door. I was easily temped to lean in right there, but I knew I couldn't. He smirked at me and climb into it. His hand met mine as he wrapped his fingers with mine.

"Good night, Stewart." he smirked.

"Good night, Malik." I smirked back, watching as his car gently disappears into the night. I giggled to myself and walked in and up to my bedroom. Again, I rested my head on my pillow and stared at the ceiling, waiting for what ever tomorrow brings us.

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