Chapter 15
Ariel's POV
Friday Morning.
Day one. Today was day one of this little 'game'. Zayn usually always won, correction, he always won. He always played me. I was stupid. I want to give him a taste of his own medicine. I want to play him. I will.
I want to teach the player how to play his own game.
But, I had to step up my game. And I think I'm doing a pretty good job. I walked straight in to the coffee shop and noticed where Kate and Aiden were sitting. I think Dylan was with them. As I got closer, I noticed it really was Dylan. I started to feel anxious on what Kate and Aiden would say about my appearance. I gulped.
"Hey, guys." I smiled.
"Ariel?" Aiden asked in confusion.
"Aiden, you've been my best friend since the first day of middle school and yet you don't recognize me?" I chuckled.
"Well, someone had a complete make over and I wasn't there to help. I'm proud, and at the same time disappointed." Kate said.
"What? C'mon, it's not that bad. I'm just starting to wear darker shades now. That's not a complete make over." I defended.
"Wow, Ariel. I thought you looked hot before, but now, Damn." Dylan licked his lips. He thought I was hot? Awe.
My cheeks heated up, I probably looked like a tomato right now. Aiden smacked Dylan's arm. "Don't hit on my Ariel." He pouted, running up and hugging me.
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Cliché - {Zayn Malik Fan Fiction Book 1, Cliché Series}
FanfictionZayn Malik. Also known as, The Player. Girls fell for him, he used them and simply tossed them like a paper ball. He thought of girls as objects, not human beings. Feelings. He never had them. He was heartless, as some girls would say. Love. He nev...
