Kaitlynn’s POV

It was pretty evident of how I felt right now. I think it clearly showed on my face because every once in a while Justin would ask me if I was alright. I don’t know what has put me in this state of mind. Maybe it was hanging out with Zayn earlier. Right now I just need to focus on this group date.

Elaina looked marvellous in her green tie back skater dress. I mean the girl is pregnant and to be brave enough to come on this date, knowing half of the people don’t know about it. Her face is even glowing under the lights. Then, there was Eleanor who dressed amazing in her black zip dress and her black heels. Her hair might simply put in a bun, but it really brought out her facial features that were amazing. Marissa cleaned up real good with the dress she had just bought the other day. It was an off-white lace dress with a light pink ribbon tie to go around her stomach. She looked dashing even though she looked down upset. I guess I’ll have to ask her later on what’s the matter. Perrie even looked nice even though she had loads of make up. Samantha’s dress was by far the best. It was tight and showed off all her curves. Everybody looked nice including Perrie.

I sighed and looked over at Justin. He looked rather nice with his black tuxedo on. The way he talked and got along with the guys was just so amazing. Why can’t the girls get along like that? There’s always that one that messes everything up.

“Elaina, how are you?” Liam asked. I looked over at him and saw that glare in his eyes. I know what he’s up to and it’s not funny.

“I’m fine,” Elaina said. She looked taken aback. She didn’t know what to do. Liam out of nowhere asked how she was doing. I would feel the same way.

“Everything’s fine with the, you know.” Liam continued. Sam nudged his shoulder and he didn’t take notice of her.

“We’ll just be leaving now.” Sam said, grabbing Liam’s arm and dragging him out of the restaurant. I looked over at Elaina, who motioned for me to come with her.

“Excuse me. We’ll be right back.” I said, getting up and following Elaina to the bathroom. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was pissed. I mean, who wouldn’t be mad that somebody tried to tell their secret.

Elaina pushed open the door and just paced back and forth. “How could he do that to me? What did I ever do to him? He knows I didn’t tell anybody yet and I was planning on telling everybody tonight, since we all would be there.” She broke down crying, falling to the floor.

I walked over to her and rubbed her back. How could he do this to her? He should have just waited.

“Something’s going on with Liam and nobody knows what it is. He wouldn’t do this normally, so just forget about it. Sam and him have a secret and they won’t tell anybody.” I told her. She lifted her head so that she was looking directly into my eyes. They were watery and I could tell she needed a hug.

“I’ll try. Can I ask you something?” Elaina asked. I nodded my head for her to go on. “What happened between you and Zayn the other day?”

I tensed up a bit. How did she find out about that? I didn’t say anything about it unless Zayn told the boys. I sat down next to her and played with my fingers.

“You can’t tell anybody about this. Especially not Perrie.” I told her. I continued looking down at my hands. I was too embarrassed to tell her this. I don’t want to be looked on as a shameful person. “Zayn kissed me and I kissed back.”

She gasped. “Kaitlynn, you know what Perrie will do if she found out. Are you asking for a death wish?”

I deserved all of that. All her yelling at me, I deserved it. After all, I am a slut for kissing Zayn. Maybe I should just run away from it to get rid of all my problems. I looked around the all white bathroom with blue stalls. What are people going to think of me after this? I can already see the headlines and the twitter feed. Everybody mentioning how much of a slut I am. I wipe away the tears and look over at Elaina.

“I’ve really screwed up. I’m a slut, a whore, a tramp, a hussy, a wanton… Should I even keep going? I’ve changed into one of them.” I said. Some memories started pouring into my brain from long ago.

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I remember walking alongside the hallway. I was searching the halls for Zayn. He had texted me to meet him by his locker. I walked for ages and ages looking for him. I almost gave up, since it seemed like he just wanted to send me on a treasure hunt.

I walked back down the hallway and to the cafeteria. My hair was ruined, makeup running down my face. I looked like every guy’s nightmare. People went past making loud noises and were laughing at me. What did I ever do to them? A chair was pulled on the side of me. Somebody was rubbing my back, saying everything was going to be alright.

“No, it isn’t. I can’t find my best friend. Stop lying to me.” I yelled. A pair of hands grasped my side and pulled me up. They turned my head, so it was eye level to them. The familiar face in front of me told me everything was alright. That my best friend was alright.

“I’m right here, Kaitlynn.” Zayn said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Except for with me. Back off, sweetie. Zayn is my boyfriend and you have to deal with it.” A blonde slut with blue eyes said.

Zayn’s eyes grew wide and looked up at the blonde bimbo. Was this all true? Zayn probably was dating her. He dated a lot of girls to rub it in my face before. I just can’t believe he’ll do it again for me. I glanced over at Zayn with disbelief, then ran out of the cafeteria with tears running down my cheek. Maybe I was the joke. Why keep going back to someone who’s going to hurt you? He’s not worth my time anymore. He can go deal with that blonde girl.

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I don’t know why that moment makes me upset all the time. I mean, Zayn and I were nothing at the time. I wiped away the tears from my eyes and stood up. I looked in the mirror and saw three girls standing behind me.

“Care to explain.” Marissa asked.

I turned around and gave them a weak smile. “What is there to explain?”

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"Everything's fine with the, you know," Liam continued.