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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12. What now?

As there was no other place to go, I walked backed to Zayn's place like an idiot. The clouds started to turn into a grey, puffy cluster in the sky. Rain started to trickle down and dampen my hair.

I would walk a thousand miles if I could just see you-

I picked up my phone to see the caller ID as "Zayn <3" He must have put his contact in my phone last night. I should really put a lock on my phone. I rolled my eyes at Zayn's attempt at being slick and answered the phone.

"Hey! Where you at, Beautiful?"

"Oh....ummmm just walking around. You know the usual."

"In the rain?"

"Pretty much," I giggled.

"Okay. Well when you coming back? You're going to soaking wet, baby."

"I know. That's why you should look outside."

I waited outside his house with one hand on my hip and the phone to my ear and watched his curtains slowly open showing his face.

"What the hell? Why didn't you come inside, sweetheart?" He asked me while laughing

"I thought maybe it would be fun to stay outside for a while," I chucked, "how bout you come out here with me?"

I'm not sure about all these nicknames.

"Whatever you say, troublemaker!"

"Hey! What's up with all these nicknames?!"

"Well you didn't react to the first three nicknames so why not try a nicknames that suits your personality better?" He chuckled.

"Oh my gosh! You jerk! Just come outside!"

"But it's cold!"

"Fine then I'm out!" I held up a piece sign then a middle finger and started to walk away until-

"Wait! I'll be out there hold on!" He yelled through the phone.

I decided to hide around the corner of the house and wait for him to come outside. He came outside looking around where I went and couldn't find me. He still wore the blue V-neck that he wore yesterday that was now drenched from stepping outside.

"Maia! Really?!!? Hidin-"

But he never got to finish. I pounced on his back and made us both start to laugh so hard that we fell over on his front lawn. He ended up on top of me, and I could feel his chest underneath his shirt as it stuck to his chest. As for me, of course I put my blouse and shorts back on and they were now completely drenched, too.

"Now this is familiar," he smirked and I giggled and strayed to smirk, too.

My breath was mixed with his and our lips were inches apart. He moved his head closer to mine and started to kiss my lips gently. He caressed my cheek as I played with his wet shirt, tugging on it. Suddenly I realized reality and pulled away from the kiss.

"We aren't together..."

"I know," he smirked again. The smirk is going to bug me so much.

"Why did I say no?" I asked before stopping myself.

"I don't know why did you, babe?"

"Shut the hell up!" I started to laugh, "kiss me again?"

"Why not, love?" And he went in or another but this time he bit my lip and slid his tongue across it as he pulled away. He flipped me over so that I was until of him and I gave him a shocked look and started to tease him as he had to me. I kissed him quick then down his jaw line down to his neck and then got up from the ground and ran away. But my poor legs, had no chance to his.

"Oh, Maia. You are sure in for it," he whispered in my ear and kissed me cheek. He picked me up, my back facing his chest and I started to kick and scream.

"Oh my god! Put me down!"

"Nope! I'm taking you to your car. You need to go home. You've been a naughty girl," he chuckled.

"Oh please, popstar! Your the bad boy of the band," I said as I stuck out my tongue.

"Okay whatever you say, princess," he said as he took a strand of my hair and tucked it behind me ear. After, we drove off to my car.

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