Damaged
Prologue
Prolouge:
I finished what was about my seventh beer. I lit my cigarette as i blew out the smoke, i wish the music was louder even though it was giving me a headache. The smoke from the pot that Dawson had in his hand wasn't helping either. He was laughing continually. His arm was wrapped around me but not protectively. He had to show all the ass holes here that I am his property, not. I wanted to take the next sharpest thing and stab him.
All things seemed to pick up when Zayn Malik's gang got here. They all sat down on the couch in front of us and I could feel Zayn's eyes burning whole in me. Dawson turned to me and asked me a question he knew the answer to.
"Wanna,leave?" He asked wriggling his eyebrows.
"No, because I don't want your dirty hands feeling me now or ever." I said flatly. He removed his hand from me as everyone muffled their laughter.
"Ya better watch your self she may bite." Zayn smirked at me. Could this impossible bad boy remember the old me? Well he used to be my best friend. He damn well better.
"Well I have done it before right Malik?" I asked using my sass with him now. If I was any other girl mybe I would be scared. But Zayn Malik was not the type to hit a girl.
"Let's play spin the boodle!!!" Some drunk girl stumbled.
A childish game, but I wanted to get back at both boys staring at me. Every boy would join now if was there chance to kiss me.
"Yeah sounds fun." I answered.
Dawson's head snapped to look at me, I had a smirk on my face that matched Malik's. Oh this party just got interesting. And it all started when I spun that boodle and it landed on Zayn Malik.
I finished what was about my seventh beer. I lit my cigarette as i blew out the smoke, i wish the music was louder even though it was giving me a headache. The smoke from the pot that Dawson had in his hand wasn't helping either. He was laughing continually. His arm was wrapped around me but not protectively. He had to show all the ass holes here that I am his property, not. I wanted to take the next sharpest thing and stab him.
All things seemed to pick up when Zayn Malik's gang got here. They all sat down on the couch in front of us and I could feel Zayn's eyes burning whole in me. Dawson turned to me and asked me a question he knew the answer to.
"Wanna,leave?" He asked wriggling his eyebrows.
"No, because I don't want your dirty hands feeling me now or ever." I said flatly. He removed his hand from me as everyone muffled their laughter.
"Ya better watch your self she may bite." Zayn smirked at me. Could this impossible bad boy remember the old me? Well he used to be my best friend. He damn well better.
"Well I have done it before right Malik?" I asked using my sass with him now. If I was any other girl mybe I would be scared. But Zayn Malik was not the type to hit a girl.
"Let's play spin the boodle!!!" Some drunk girl stumbled.
A childish game, but I wanted to get back at both boys staring at me. Every boy would join now if was there chance to kiss me.
"Yeah sounds fun." I answered.
Dawson's head snapped to look at me, I had a smirk on my face that matched Malik's. Oh this party just got interesting. And it all started when I spun that boodle and it landed on Zayn Malik.
Notes
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