The Way You Look Tonight
Sorry Please
Unexpectedly, Zayn moved to me. He handed me a white envelope the same as what I've received from Tracy.
I took a deep breath and then opened it.
I saw a rolled cheque, a white powder which I think is a cocaine and a blade with blood too. I got the blade that she gave on me. It's the same, even the blood imprinted.
I faced Zayn glaring his hazel eyes. I slightly held his wrist and started speaking. "Zayn you know Tracy. I didn't mean to hurt you. Even your chick.. Um, I didn't expect all of this. Tracy and I broke up a while ago after seeing us by your friend on the corridor. I'd never spoken. Tracy's the one who defended herself..... A while ago, after seeing this blade and a note from Tracy, I run as fast as I could. I want to know what happened. What did Tracy do to her. What did she tell.." I said staring on the floor. A broken voice spoke. "But suddenly, you punched me. See, I didn't attempt to hurt you too. I've hurted Tracy, and ... your girl. That's enough tho. Now, if you still want you can punch me to death. I deserve it. C'mon bro." I hesitated, waiting 'til a large fist will come over my body. "What? C'mon. Go and get me killed if you want. I've done many rude things to you. And now your most important girl? Get annoyed Zayn!"
"Nah bro, that's enough. I didn't even know what did your slut told to Laine too. I should let you know your side first. I'm sorry Haz. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just thought of my anger. Sorry Haz. Um, can we fix this mess again? I don't want to ruin our friendship just because of your slut. I know there's still something better to fight for than your black lingerie." Zayn giggled, ruinning the style of my messy hair.
"Bastard! Stop mate. If I know you love strippers too." I joked. "So I'm sorry. Really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your chick's heart and your poor souled heart. Oh boy." I laughed and then slapped his face to my hand.
I stopped in ruining each's hair as I saw a pouty little girl with deep hazel eyes freshly from a drowning state of tears appeared.
"Oh hey. Um hi." I broke my line and then continued after choking with the hardness of my throat. "I just want to say sorry for Tracy. She's the girl of mine who gave you those." I can't face her knowing that she's hurt. "Um anyway I just want you to know that I'm really sor-" I cut my words and turn to face her.
Unexpectedly, I saw no one. No girl. No Zayn. No lads. I screamed HEY but no one responded. I flipped my hair and walked around.
"Fuck guise. Stop messing me around!!!!" I shouted.
"Hahahahahha! Baby I think you should go downstairs. They went there, running and gigglin. Are ya having ya hide and seek or nah? Stop screaming and look for 'em tho." An American worker told me.
I took a deep breath and then opened it.
I saw a rolled cheque, a white powder which I think is a cocaine and a blade with blood too. I got the blade that she gave on me. It's the same, even the blood imprinted.
I faced Zayn glaring his hazel eyes. I slightly held his wrist and started speaking. "Zayn you know Tracy. I didn't mean to hurt you. Even your chick.. Um, I didn't expect all of this. Tracy and I broke up a while ago after seeing us by your friend on the corridor. I'd never spoken. Tracy's the one who defended herself..... A while ago, after seeing this blade and a note from Tracy, I run as fast as I could. I want to know what happened. What did Tracy do to her. What did she tell.." I said staring on the floor. A broken voice spoke. "But suddenly, you punched me. See, I didn't attempt to hurt you too. I've hurted Tracy, and ... your girl. That's enough tho. Now, if you still want you can punch me to death. I deserve it. C'mon bro." I hesitated, waiting 'til a large fist will come over my body. "What? C'mon. Go and get me killed if you want. I've done many rude things to you. And now your most important girl? Get annoyed Zayn!"
"Nah bro, that's enough. I didn't even know what did your slut told to Laine too. I should let you know your side first. I'm sorry Haz. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just thought of my anger. Sorry Haz. Um, can we fix this mess again? I don't want to ruin our friendship just because of your slut. I know there's still something better to fight for than your black lingerie." Zayn giggled, ruinning the style of my messy hair.
"Bastard! Stop mate. If I know you love strippers too." I joked. "So I'm sorry. Really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your chick's heart and your poor souled heart. Oh boy." I laughed and then slapped his face to my hand.
I stopped in ruining each's hair as I saw a pouty little girl with deep hazel eyes freshly from a drowning state of tears appeared.
"Oh hey. Um hi." I broke my line and then continued after choking with the hardness of my throat. "I just want to say sorry for Tracy. She's the girl of mine who gave you those." I can't face her knowing that she's hurt. "Um anyway I just want you to know that I'm really sor-" I cut my words and turn to face her.
Unexpectedly, I saw no one. No girl. No Zayn. No lads. I screamed HEY but no one responded. I flipped my hair and walked around.
"Fuck guise. Stop messing me around!!!!" I shouted.
"Hahahahahha! Baby I think you should go downstairs. They went there, running and gigglin. Are ya having ya hide and seek or nah? Stop screaming and look for 'em tho." An American worker told me.
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