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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3. Zayn's POV

Zayn's POV

Why am I even going to this stupid party? The paparazzi will be there, everybody will be trying to get me to sign something of theirs, and I don't even like this girl. She was pretty and all, but it's been my first day here and I've already heard rumors about her hooking up with all the guys in school. Ya, it's a very small school but obviously she doesn't respect herself. I'm not into that type. I still remember the face she made when I told her that I'm not into her. Her mouth fell into a straight line, but her eyes looked playful. It actually was sorta cute. I looked myself in the mirror one last time and left to the party with my black Bently and drove to the party. When I was outside the house that everybody claimed to be the "party house", I saw strobe lights coming from inside. 

There were kids everywhere either drinking, smoking, or making out in the corner. Whoever hosts this party really knows how to do it. I scoot through a bunch of couples kissing not even paying attention to me walking by. And then- there that girl was again disrespecting herself. She threw her body into the boys and let them touch her like animals. She was wearing a white blouse that tied in the front and some skimpy shorts. All the boys around her had beer in their hand and wanted her to body roll up against them. I wanted to punch them all for treating her like that- no gentleman should do that to a lady even though she doesn't treat herself right herself. One of the boys even pulled out a chair for him to sit on. She then began to rub her butt all up against him and give him a lap dance. She flipped her hair to one side and focused on her movements. She was good- a little too good. It gave me goosebumps watching her move like that. I felt myself being sucked and tried to snap myself out of it. But now she was looking at me. It looked as if she was starting to make her movements even better than before on his lap. His fingers started to trace her shoulder and down her chest right before her boob. He knelt his head down to her shoulder and began pecking at her skin. But that's when she immediately got up out of his lap and ran outside.

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