Bad Luck
"Okay. I love you, too, Zayn. I'll see you later." I hang up.
The guys and I know each other very well; it's just they all like me that way and I only like Zayn. So we just say we're just friends. Every time someone flirts with me though, Zayn gives them a look of disgust. I run my pale fingers through my almost white blonde hair. It's really funny actually. A pale, blonde hair, emerald green eyed, short girl dating a dark tan, dark brown hair, beautiful brown eyed, tall guy. Really funny.
Zayn and I wanted to see each other, so I'm going to their house for dinner.
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