The Boy Down the Street

"Mom, I'll be right there, I have to talk to Zayn" I said to my waiting mother. She sighed and walked to the car."Here. Text me. Please. My grandparents think I'm a druggie! See you tomorrow!" I said urgently, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Bye!" Zayn said,"Good luck!" I'm going to need it. My grandparents think I'm a druggie because of the highschool I go to. They want me to live in Arizona with them. "Im going to have to pee in a cup, aren't I?" I asked my mom as I got in the car. They also made me pee on drug testers. They think I'm constantly high. I barely even drink. "Now hun, you know your grandparents love you. They're just concerned about you health." Mom said, her eyes on the road. I rolled my eyes at my mother's absurd comment. My grandparents are just mad that I'm a "juvenile delinquet". We pulled in to the driveway of my house next to my grandparents red Subaru. I sighed heavily and got out of the car. Just then my phone buzzed. It was a text. ZAYN:Can I meet you tonight? ME:Yeah I'll sneak out and be at you place at 11:00. I walked in to my house. The first thing I saw were my grandparents stern faces. This was gonna be a long night. 2 HOURS LATER. Three drug sticks and 2 pee filled cups later, I lay in bed, in the dark. I looked at the clock. 10:45. I quietly got us and got into a sexy outfit for Zayn. I put on high tops, a low cut red lacy top, and a black short skirt. I put my wavt hair up in a bun, and I put on a deep purple trench coat that went mid-shin. I already knew so much about Zayn. And he knows a lot about me. We texted until 10:45. I looked at the clock. It read 10:55. I had to get going. I quietly made it to my front door and snuck out. I ran down the street. I stepped up on Zayn's porch and rang the door bell. I put a sexy look on face as Zayn answered."Sweet mother of god!" I said. Zayn had his hair messy and a black button up shirt,and black skinny jeans on. He had grey socks on and a red tie. "You came!" He said excitedly. I stepped in. The lighting was dim and there was slow music playing. Zayn led me to the living room. He stood in front of me."I dress like this for you and this is all I get?" He asked with a smirk on his face. He laughed. I shut him up by slipping of my trenched coat. He stopped laughing and gawked at me. "I knew you would love it." I said with lust. Zayn looked at me like he couldn't take it and he roughly grabbed me by my waist and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I ran my hands through his hair. I jumped on him. He parted, and he carried me to the couch. He sat down and he positioned me so he had the perfect angle to nibble on my neck. He suck on my skin and gave it more nibbles. He did it till I pulled him away and whispered in his ear,"Come and get it." Seductively. I jumped up and ran. He chased me and tackled me. He pinned me to the floor and started planting kisses all over my face. Then he continued to suck on my neck and nibble, till leaving a love mark. 2 HOURS LATER. I snuck into my room and changed, putting on my pjs and putting the outfit I had on away. It was almost 6:00 I'm the morning. Zayn and I had a great time. I heard my grandma making coffee so I went out to join her. As I walked out, my grandma saw me and frowned. Then her eyes grew big." Kyliette Rose Patterson!" She yelled "Is that a hickey!" I felt my neck. Shit.

Notes

Super long chapter. Enjoy my lovelies. Love, Ky