Chapter 30
Ariel's POV
"Babe, I'm sorry. How many times do you want me to say it?" He asks. He's been saying he's sorry since this morning. I've been ignoring him. I'm a bitch, I know.
"Why did you do it?" I turned to him.
He sighs, "Because he was being a bitch to you. I knew if I beat him up, you'd get pissed, so that's why I kicked the ball to him." I glared. "At him..."
"You're lucky you didn't hurt him. When I went to him, he was out of breath, Zayn. We just got in a fight. I'm sure we'll make up soon. And look, you just gave him a better reason for him to hate you even more!" I sighed, rubbing my temples.
"I'm sorry, babe." He said, pulling me into him. He stared into my eyes.
"It's hard to be mad at you when you call me 'babe' and look at me like that." I frown.
He pecked my lips. "Then don't be mad." He pecks me again, this time a little longer. "I love you."
"I love you," I mumble.
"Ada girl. Now let's go," He pulls me into the car.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked.
"To Starbucks." He said, driving off.
STARBUCKS
As we walked in, we took our seats somewhere a little private. Zayn went to go order out drinks. I got one of those pepermint mochas, they're delicious. "I'm back," Zayn smiles, handing me my pepermint mocha.
"Thanks," I say. He nods.
"Babe, you know what I realized?" Zayn said.
"No, what?" I asked.
"We've never been on our first official date before," He said, while taking a sip of his coffee.
"That's so true, I guess we just never thought about it?" I say.
"I'm taking you out next saturday. Be ready by 8:00 PM, yeah?" He asks.
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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...
