"What do you want, Zayn?" Eva smiled at the rugged boy. Who Im guessing is 'Zayn', he licked his lips, taking his eyes off me for a moment to say, "A beer." The bartender nodded and poured him one. His voice was very deep and raspy. He didn't show much emotion, except when he looked at me. I couldn't explain what the emotion was, almost lust. But at the same time, he looked gentle. "Thanks." Zayn said, snatching the glass from the table and taking a swig of the foamy drink. "You want anything?" The bartender suggested to me. "Um, no I'm okay, thanks." This Zayn boy was making me very uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" Candice asks me, tilting her head at me. "I just have a headache." I lied. "Wanna go home?" "Yea." I didn't want to go home, I was having allot of fun. I just didn't want to be around Zayn. Zayn squinted his eyes at me and walked back out to the dance floor with Eva. Once I was sure they were out of hearing range, I started telling Candice what was really wrong. "He scares me!" I whispered, walking out of the club into the cold air. "Who?" "Zayn!" "Oh, him. He's trouble. Stay away from him, seriously." She warned me. "Why?" "He probably just wants to bang you." She giggled. I laughed and opened the car door. "He's hot." I said sitting down in the car seat, putting the key in the ignition. "Yea." She agreed. "Are you okay to drive?" She asks me worried. "Im fine, right? Only two shots." "Okay." She sighed