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"Who the hell is calling me this late at night?" I look at my phone ready to utter some awful words.
"An unknown number? Damn scammers!" I pick up the phone. "Hello, can't you scam me in the daylight? I can consider it during the day, but why at night? Hello!?"
There's no response, just someone chuckling behind the call. This prankster! I swear I will give them a piece of my mind.
"Hello Adam. Did I disturb your lovely sleep?"
Wait, why does that voice sound familiar? Zayn? Oh, I'm such an idiot; I did give him my phone number earlier in the morning.
"H-hi there, have you eaten well?" I awkwardly respond. What am I even doing?
"Dear my ass, did you forget your promise? Come meet me at AA cafe. -Tut." Zayn ends the call abruptly.
Just endure it for three months, and he will never mess with your life again. Sigh. I dress up and head to the AA cafe. But seriously, why so late? He could have asked me to come tomorrow.
At the AA cafe:
I spot him wearing a white-black cardigan and black pants, his gray hair that I'll never forget.
"Hey, over here," Zayn gestures, patting the seat next to him as if urging me to sit down.
I slowly make my way to the seat, the vibe awfully awkward.
"Um, why did you ask me to come here all of a sudden?" I inquire.
"I have no one to accompany me for late-night snacks, so I called you."
"If I had anyone else, I wouldn't bring you here to ruin my appetite with your ugly face," he continues.
Feeling like crying, I look down. I know myself well enough; he has no right to point that out loud. I couldn't help but feel like sobbing immediately, my face already red. I reflect on why I came here in the first place.
"Here, you can have this." Zayn hands me a tuna sandwich and a banana milkshake.
I couldn't refuse and accept his offering, but I hesitate to drink the milkshake.
"Why are you staring at that milk for so long? It's not going to drink itself," Zayn says, poking a straw into the milkshake.
"Here."
I'm still feeling shy and insecure about what he said.
"Thanks," I manage to say.
I notice a smile on his face. Why? Are you happy making fun of me? I don't want to waste my emotions on him.
"Say, why do you have a crush on my friend and not on me?" Zayn asks.
"It's none of your business," I reply coldly.
"Aww, why the sulky attitude?"
He's annoying me. How many days are left until these three months are over?
The scene shows us eating together. Even though I don't talk much, I still eat the food he gave me.
"I'm done eating, should we head home?"
"Finally home—uh, I mean, aw, that sucks, right, Z-Zayn?" Almost caught off guard.
"Where's your room? I'll walk you there," he offers.
But I came here alone, and I can walk back alone. Is he trying to mess with me again?
"I'll text my friends if you don't want to." Zayn threatens.
"Oh, no, I mean, how generous of you, ha-ha. I want to disappear ASAP."
He chuckles a little bit. Then, we walk to my room. I honestly want to strangle him in a dark alley where no one can see how badly I want to hurt him.
Three months shouldn't be that long. Sigh
Arriving at XX flat:
"My room is on level 3. You can go home, Zayn."
"Yawn~ See you tomorrow, then." As Zayn finishes his sentence, he turns around and walks away.
His figure vanishes as he disappears from my sight. I head to the stairs, but my senses tell me that someone has been following me. Is it Zayn?
I enter my room, no longer worried about the possible stalker. But honestly, who was following me just now?
The next day at Z College:
"Come to the cafeteria" - 11:34 AM
He texts me.
"Okay" - 11:35 AM
Simple reply.
I go to the cafeteria as he instructed and see Zayn sitting alone in a corner.
"What do you want from me?" I ask.
"Chill. I'm bored, so I asked you instead," he replies.
"Lame excuse. You used that one yesterday," I retort.
"Alright, what do you want to eat? My treat."
I look at him suspiciously. Is this man crazy? He's being nice since I don't have money for food. He could just ask his girlfriend to accompany him. Think wise Adam. I don't want to make a fuss, and he might read my diary out loud if I reject him.
"Fine..."
I comeback with a chicken sandwich and peach juice in hand. I notice he smiles at me. What is he up to? Blackmailing me?
I sit in front of him, open the food wrapper, and start drinking my juice. A few minutes later, one of Zayn's friends joins us at the table. My leg starts shaking with anxiety. Is Zayn trying to set me up? I need to leave, oh my god.
"Hey, who's this?" Lock asks.
"Hello, my name is Adam, haha," I reply nervously.
"Hey, Zayn, You ain't pick him up and bully this cutie aren't you?" Hans remarks.
"No, I did not, haha. I found it quite interesting; he might surprise you guys too," Zayn explains.
What!? He's obviously trying to set me up.
"Um, I need to go now," I really want to leave.
The atmosphere is killing me inside.
"Wait Adam, they must know... that you've been helping me with the business statistics subject," Zayn reveals.
"This guy knows how to make me feel uncomfortable!"
"Oh really? The math formulas are kind of tricky, though," Vier adds.
"I know," Zayn says.
We actually chat for a while. I was uncomfortable at first with all my crushes, but they are too friendly. I can get along with all of them, except Zayn. Luckily, they did not mention my crush. I hope so.
The face that he make when I'm teasing him kinda fun. Should I keep messing with him? "How cute"