The situation felt like he was investigating me. I was the innocent suspect and he was the frightening cop. I sat with my back fully pressed against the chair and my hands clasped in front of me and on the table. His stare was chilling and caused a cold front to move over my body.

I went over the things I've done the past 10 minutes we've been here. I haven't done anything wrong or embarrassing to him. Maybe drooling and stumbling like an idiot whenever Stan comes over, but besides that he hasn't talked. I've been idly trying to make small talk like an idiot but the conversation was one-sided.

He's driving me fucking mad. I couldn't take his silence anymore and finally gasped.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I hissed dramatically.

"Don't fucking cuss." He said back. At least he replied this time. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to prove I wouldn't obey his every wish. Fucking control freak.

"I can fucking cuss if I want. You don't control me." He flinched slightly before sighing. I stared at him waiting for him to say something else. I was wasting my time with him. I could be preparing for the new year or out on a date- shit, not a date- with Calum. We were supposed to talk and we haven't had conversation since the moment we got here and just two seconds ago.

If he was mad, I was furious.

"Fine then. If you won't talk- which is what we came to do- then I'm leaving."

I stood making my chair screech over the tile. A couple people looked over at us and I blew them off, sending them a stoic expression. Zayn was quick to follow suit, tossing a couple bills on the table and trotting behind me to his car.

Still nothing came out of his mouth. Fuck him.

He opened the passenger door for me and I slid in easily. Soon the music was playing again and we were heading back to campus. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out seeing it was a text from an unknown number.

Hey! The movie times for The Purge: Anarchy are 3:30, 5:45, or 10. -Calum :)

I would've smiled if Zayn Malik wasn't in the fucking car with me. I glared at the side of his perfectly sculpted head.

"Who texted you?" He asked voice bland of all emotion. I rolled my eyes and stuffed my phone back in my pocket after saving Calum's number. "Calum." I replied, just as stiff as he had. I noticed his hands close over the steering wheel tightly, to the point where his knuckles turned white.

Then it hit me. Was he fucking jealous?

"What's your fucking problem?" I tried again emphasizing the curse word to get on his nerves. He shifted in his seat and sent me a glance.

"Every guy you meet you like."

"What?"

"The guy at the party-"

"His name is Calum." He rolled his eyes.

"Calum. And the waiter."

"Stan." I corrected, watching as he frowned at the road.

"You even remember their names."

"I'm polite like that."

He shook his head, stopping and cutting the engine off. Wow we were already back? "You like every fucking guy you meet." He turned to me, unbuckling his seat belt. I undid my own, reaching for the handle and seeing that it was locked. Fuck you Malik.

"That's not true."

"It is!"

"You're so fucking jealous."

His jaw dropped and he took a sharp breath before regaining his composure.

"I don't like chicks that curse."

"Then I guess you don't like this chick." I responded sarcastically. I jiggled the handle a little more to get my point across. Zayn was a fucking psychopath and I wouldn't be hanging around him anytime soon. No more parties.

I stared at him daring to make a move. He did. Not the kind I was expecting.

Both his warm hands cupped my face, skimming across my bottom lip once before pulling me closer to attach our lips. The kiss- if you could call it that- was short. Zayn pressed hard against my own but made no effort to deepen the kiss. I was still in shock from his hands creating heat and now his lips were sending unhealthy yet arousing pulses around my body. Before it even began it was over and we both backed far away from each other.

I couldn't make eye contact with him but felt his antagonizing glare on me.

"I do like you."

"Shut the hell up."

"Will you stop fucking cursing!"

What was it with him and cussing? Our eyes met for a single moment and the kiss flashed over in my head again. I heard the car unlock and before I exited, found myself thanking him for brunch.

~~~

Calum was wearing a shot sleeved black button up shirt with black skinny jeans that seemed to fit him flawlessly. His black hair was spiked up and his brown eyes were sparkling. I felt good about tonight. Maybe he would make me forget about Zayn's strange behavior this morning.

"You look really nice, Grace." He smiled and I shut the door behind me before Elizabeth showed up and educated us about safe sex. I really shouldn't tell her anymore about the boys I go out with. I blushed from him compliment.

"Thanks. You look nice too."

He held out his arm and I giggled while linking mine with his. He helped me downstairs and through the doors with a few questions about how my day had been and about the movie we were seeing. His car was a beat up silver Mustang from 1968- he was bragging how he fixed it up himself.

I laughed when he told me the story of how his dad taught him how to change the tire when he was eight.

Alternative rock music blasted from the speakers when the engine down and he turned it down low quickly, apologizing with heated cheeks.

"So what are you doing in Illinois? Do you have family?"

"No, most of my family lives in Colorado or California. I was accepted here a few years ago but decided to go to a state college for a year before moving here. How about you?"

Calum shrugged, adjusting his air vent.

"No my family lives in Australia."

"Explains the accent." I giggled and he laughed a bit, shooting me a warm smile.

"I moved over to America because my parents wanted me to have a better education or some shit. Oh crap, sorry." He blushed and I laughed. "Don't worry I cuss all the time too. I should apologize beforehand."

He nodded at me, putting a finger on his chin. I gazed at him with wonder. "We could be a big ball of curses." He added and I laughed harder than I ever had since I'd arrived.

We pulled into the local theater and my attitude was dulled to see it was so packed. It's 10 at night, people, go to fucking bed. I want to be alone with Calum.

"This movie's a little scary, if you want to cuddle I'll be right beside you." He smirked at me before running over to my side and helping me out of the car. I grinned up at him. "I should be saying the same for you, Mr. Hood."

He hummed a bit as we stood in line. "Mr. Hood... I like that, Ms. Matter." He winked down at me and I giggled and blushed. This was going to be a great night, I could already tell.

Notes

Okay, I need your advice for all my wonderful people out there who actually enjoy reading my crap. ;) Should I do half a chapter in Zayn's point of view, or nah?