Looking up at my handy work, I threw my now-empty spray paint on the ground and plopped down on the couch that I vandalized just a few minutes ago.
Who knew that messing random things at an enemy's house could be this exhausting?
"Move," Zayn announced before crashing his body next to me.
After Zayn was done messing up his respective area, he walked over to the living room where he helped me do more damage.
Since he was from the kitchen, he brought me a knife that I used to slice through the soft cushion of the couch while he threw glue and glitter all over the place.
I'm not sure what's funnier, though.
The fact that the two of us went to a national shopping store to buy supplies for our revenge crusade with our party clothes still on, or seeing Zayn scattering glue and glitter all over the place like he was a little girl.
I swear to god— he and Maya could literally change positions in life and no one would ever notice.
"I'm tired." He added while he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his suit.
I nodded my head at that.
I mean, who wouldn't be?
"Yeah," I agreed as I slouched down and let my head rest on the broken cushion. "Let's just hope that we don't get in trouble for this." I added with a small chuckle as I thought about the possible things that could happen to us once we get caught.
Zayn laughed at that.
"Don't worry about it," he said pushing my body to the backrest of the couch so he could lay down next to me. "Nothing's going to happen to you." He reassured as I just hummed in response.
After that, the both of us fell into silence.
Neither of us said a word, so we just laid in the mess that we had made.
Since the couch was just big enough to barely fit two people, Zayn was lying on his side and he had his gaze on me the entire time. The both of us stayed like that for awhile until I couldn't shake his gaze on me anymore.
With that in mind, I rolled over to my side, making our faces only a few inches away from each other.
His mesmerizing brown eyes darted from my lips then went to my eyes and back again.
He repeated that process multiple times until I remembered the actual reason why I'm trying to get close to him all along.
I just don't know how the hell am I gonna be able to wreck this man's life anymore.
Frustrated, I let out an unexpected groan.
An unexpected loud groan.
"And here I was thinking that you like the way I look," he blurted with a teasing smile.
Being the bold bitch that I am, I pushed his brown hair out of his forehead using my hand. He seemed taken back by my action, but he was smiling the entire time.
"Okay, you do." He added laughing.
I wished that he laughed forever because after only a brief second, everything went silent again. I'm usually the kind of person who likes it calm and quiet, but this here is just annoying.
We could be doing something much better right now.
"So," I trailed off, not knowing what we were going to do next. "What are we going to do now?" I asked, glancing at him.
He seemed to think about it for awhile, but his thinking process was quickly cut off when we heard a loud thud coming from the door on the farther right corner of the house.
Knowing that the house was completely empty when we came here, Zayn and I exchanged confused looks.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
"What the hell was that?" I asked, glancing at that specific door.
Zay shrugged at that.
"I don't know," He said. "It's probably just a rat or something. Mike Henderson is a party animal. He doesn't head home until the sun's up." He added.
Zayn said it in a surprisingly genuine manner that it seemed like he knew Mike well enough to not be stupid to break into this property with his daughter's ex-piano teacher when he knew that Mike could come home any minute.
But that perspective eventually changed when another thud was made in that specific room.
And this time, it was louder.
"You can't tell me that a rat can make a sound that loud," I said alarmed. "Someone or something is in that room, Zayn." I added.
Since Zayn is a pretty skeptical person, he did considered my theory.
But as he laid there and processed his thoughts, I stood up from the couch and summoned every piece of bravery that I had left.
Please don't let it be a ghost. I silently prayed.
As I walked closer and closer to the door, the thuds became louder. They weren't just thuds anymore, though— they were also accompanied by small groans and whimpers.
I couldn't quite make out what they were yet since they're kind of muffled, but the sound is familiar, and I'm sure that I've made them myself before.
I'm just not going to elaborate on the details.
By the time that my ear was nosily on the wooden door, Zayn had stood up from the couch and had made his way towards me.
The two of us listened carefully to the noises until curiosity just wouldn't leave us alone.
Saying that, Zayn gave me a look as if he was asking for my permission to open the door. And since I was just as curious as him, I immediately nodded.
Wrapping his hand around the doorknob, Zayn carefully twisted it open.
I wasn't actually expecting the door to be unlocked, but when I heard a familiar click, I knew that I was wrong.
Smiling, Zayn pushed the door wide open.
And that's when the mystery was finally solved.
"Gross!" I said in disgust as I closed the door of the bedroom where Mike Henderson is currently having an intercourse.
Out of all the crime scenes that I've seen my entire life, this has to be the most graphic and disturbing one.
After I closed the door, I heard shuffling and cursing from the inside. Knowing what's about to come next, Zayn quickly grabbed me by the arm and dragged me away from the door.
We didn't run away, though.
The two of us just stood there and waited for Mike Henderson to come out of the room.
"Zayn, you bastard," Cursed Henderson as he stormed out of the room.
Immediately after he stepped out of his door, he noticed our handy work.
I smirked at that.
This is going to take a month to clean and he knew it!
And don't even get me started with the unrepairable objects that we've broken.
"What the hell did you do to my house?" Mike Henderson asked angrily.
Looking back at his shoulder, I could see the girl putting on her clothes. She looked like she was about twenty-two, and it was obvious that she isn't Mike Henderson's wife.
"That's not my cousin," Said Zayn with a shake of his head.
"You don't answer a question by returning a question, you bastard," Spatted Mike. "Now answer my fucking question. What the hell did you do to my house?" He asked, practically yelling now.
Letting go of my arm, Zayn walked dangerously close to him without breaking eye contact.
By the time he stopped walking, he was literally face-to-face with the man that we both hated.
"But I don't want to answer your question, Mike," Zayn said. "You can't just treat me like shit and tell me what to fucking do." He added, spitting into Mike's face.
As Mike processed what Zayn just did, he immediately grabbed him by the collar and threw his fist at his face.
But before he could even hit him, Zayn had already caught his fist and returned the punch. He threw more punches at Mike's face until he didn't want to punch anymore.
With his fist still clenched, Zayn walked over to where our remaining supplies were, and he opened one of the paint cans. Casually, he walked over to where Mike was and poured paint all over him.
Unfortunately, Mike eventually got up while Zayn was still in the process of pouring paint over him. He managed to overpower Zayn and fight him while the other girl and I just stood there and watched.
After he finally pushed Zayn off of him, he ran into another bedroom.
We thought that he went there to hide, but when he walked out holding a caliber, Zayn and I wasted no time running for the door.
Running in heels isn't exactly easy, so when we were making our way out of the house to save our bacon, I kept falling.
"Who invented these things and why were they made for women?" I asked as I struggled to keep with Zayn's pace due to my footwear.
It stayed like that for awhile until Zayn finally had enough of me tripping over, and so he basically hoisted me off the ground and started carrying me bridal style away from Mike Henderson who was still chasing us.
"Zay—Zayn what the hell? Put me down!" I demanded, fearing that this would slow him down and Mike would catch up to us
Zayn shook his head at that.
"It's not my fault that you wore heels," he said. "There's no way I'm going to let that bastard catch up to us because you weren't fast enough." He added making me scoff.
"Excuse me," I said offended. "I could run like a hare." I lied just to fill my ego.
"More like a fucking tortoise," He murmured under his breath. "Get ready to bump that sexy body on my car, though. I'm throwing you in." He added.
And just moments after he opened his car door, Zayn basically threw me inside and climbed in himself.
My ass is literally so sore after that bump.
Locking everything as quickly as he could, Zayn started the engine of his car before driving off. Once we were a safe distance away from Mike's house, Zayn rolled down his window and peeked his head out.
"Just wait until I tell your cousin about this!" Mike Henderson shouted from the distance.
Pathetic. I thought to myself.
"Not if I tell her about this first!" Zayn hollered at him before getting back inside.
After that, everything went quiet.
Zayn had his eyes focused on the road, and I also didn't say anything that could distract him.
Both of his hands were on the wheel, and his brown eyes were fixed ahead of us.
But after a few minutes on the ride, he finally blurted something out.
"You work with computers, right?" He asked out of the blue.
Knowing that I do, I nodded my head.
"Yeah?" I answered, not knowing where he's going with this.
"Look—I think you're a great person to work with, but—" He said, but I quickly cut him off before he could even finish his sentence.
"So you're hiring me to be Maya's teacher again?" I asked cutting him off.
"Not that," he chuckled. "I still don't think that you're good with kids." He added, shaking his head from side to side.
"Then what is it?" I asked, not knowing what he wants from me.
"I heard that you work with computers," He said. "I have a position. Will you be interested?" He asked, waiting for my answer.
As I knew that I had won again, my inner ego cheered.
Smirking, I crossed my arms above my chest and got myself as comfortable as possible.
After everything that we have done tonight, I know that it's going to be easier for me to slither my way into Zayn's life.
Not in the way that I've planned, but it's still going to happen nonetheless.
"Very," I answered.