Don't Tempt Me

I had everything going for me until my father died when I was 11. He tucked me in, he kissed my forehead, he gave me hugs, and he was my number one supporter. Now all I am is a bad girl. I used to be a good girl like the ones I would make fun of now. I don't care what people think of me wearing those short shorts that showed my smileys or wearing those low cut shirts that made it known that I had boobs. I hear them talking in the halls sometimes in my way to class. Comments about me weren't always bad. And there is no way in Hell my reputation could ever be turned around.

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17. Overreacting

Maia's POV

Let's just say overreacting is not my thing. Do not ever baby me.

"Are you sure you're, okay?" Zayn looked at my hand again and caressed it as I was walking around the house find the first aid kit.

"Yes! I told you I just need to wrap it. You can stop babying me now and overreacting. I hate when people overreact," I spoke.

"No! Not until I know for sure you are okay," he stated.

"Zayn Malik! If you do not let go of my hand right now I will kick you out!" And yet he didn't his worried expression was sorta adorable so I counted to three to give him one last chance to stay, "1...2...3...! Oh my gosh that's it! You'r-

He started to kiss my hand where the bandage wrapped around my burn, up my arm, and finally up to my neck. I lost track of what I was saying and enjoyed the moment. His lips trailed to mine and he started to kiss mine tenderly. Oh I remember! I pulled him closer and shoved him backwards with my body towards the entrance of my house. I then bit his lip quickly and turned him around while opening the door.

"Bye babe," I whispered in his ear. But as I was shutting the door, he quickly scooped me up, kicked the door closed, and carried me up the stairs.

"Ahhhh! Oh my God! Zayn, put me down!" I screamed.

"Shut up," he whispered to me and started to kiss me again. He made it into my room...holy shit what is he about to do? He threw me onto my bed and straddled his body around me so I couldn't get up. Butterflies flew everywhere threw my body, and I started to shake underneath him. He then reached for something behind my head....wait what's back there? I turned my head as a pillow was hit right in my face.

"Okay...that was cute?" I stuck my tongue out as he laughed out his so called "joke."

"I don't consider that as a joke Zayn," I said sternly.

"What do you mean?" He said.

"I mean you should get out. I don't want to see you right now. You really just pissed me the F off, and I don't want to see you're face right now..." I said coldly.

"I'm sorry, babe. But weren't you the one saying you hate people overreacting," he firmly replied.

"No shit! On small things, Zayn! This isn't small you hit me!"

Zayn's POV

Oh my gosh...this is just like Evelyn. I felt my eyes starting to water. I didn't mean to hit Evelyn I really didn't. Yet it wasn't like this case where I meant it as a joke, but I'm better now. I haven't been smoking or drinking that much since her.

Maia's POV

Oh my God! Shit! He's crying I uh.....I meant that all as a joke... payback. He got off of me and started to walk out of my room. No! I want him to stay! Maybe this is better of I let him go now and not tell him the truth about what I was thinking so I don't have to get caught up with him and being hurt after he breaks my heart. No! I'm not gonna let him slip out...I don't want us to end like this...or end...

"Wait! I was just kidding it was a joke I purposely overreacted to show you that you overreacted on my burn...payback..."

"Shit! Seriously Maia! Really?!? I didn't hurt you?"

"No," I giggled,"now please tell me that it wasn't my fault for you crying...I feel terrible about it..."

"But it really truly wasn't your was mine and my past with Evelyn..."

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