Emulous (h.s)

08

Its frustrating, that he has all of her.

Zayn seated next to me on barstool asks, over the loud voice of music, "So have you considered what you're gonna do with your feelings with June." My eyes rolls on his absurd question. Bloody of him to think I have any romantic interest in June.

I shrug, picking glass of shot from table and letting the burning sensation travel down my throat. "Its just casual, Zayn." I explain, but he grins as he isn't believing me.

"You guys will actually look cute together." He adds further fueling my frustration.

What did Mallory seriously see in him? He's so annoying.

I trace my thumb on the glass in my hand; feeling an odd sensation for feeling like this about him. We used to be bestfriends. I've never found him annoying. But today is being something weird.

"If you want some tips, I'm here you know." He shouts over the blaring music, "I've made Mallory mine. Needs some skill. I've got it." He grins, lightly fisting on my arm. I feel anger coursing through my veins, as muscle in my arm flexes along my clenched fist and jaw.

I cannot take this anymore. Now he's bragging over how he won you Mal.

Did he actually? This is not the end of the world today, right? There's still a whole lot time— and life could change in a flick of second.

I sigh, furrowing my brows in thoughts.

But I'm right, right? It's not the end— I stepped into your story again— just for it to have the same ending? That's gonna be absurd— fate gave me a fucking another chance. It's my chance. I can change the future. 

I mean, what's so special in Zayn anyways? There's not much side I've heard of him by Mallory. But yes. I won't consider game changing game to be as easy as flick of second today. But slowly slowly; it will come. That clock will tick: when Mallory will be all mine.

Zayn was a lot pervert in his college times. Flirting with any women any at opportunity he got. Even when he was friends with Mallory— I get it, it wasn't their dating era. So he was free to flirt with anyone. But he also had crush on her simultaneously.

How much could there be sudden change in his flirtatious nature?— what if that old him is still there? What if he's still a pervert inside? Isn't there a chance he could cheat on Mallory?

My gaze bore into his, and corner of my lips tugs into smirk, "Why won't you try this?" I snap my fingers calling over waiter stood at distant; his eyes meets mine, he approached us.

I lean my elbow on table as he stays stood on other side of table. "Two Sazerac." He nods, hopping to fetch drinks.

I nonchalantly shift my gaze toward Zayn, the anger within me intensifying.

God when did I started hating him so much since?

The waiter places two shots on table. I raise my glass while Zayn does the same. Clinking our glasses together; I let the taste of whiskey alike drink, burn my throat. It's not too good.

But I have to drink with him.

To let the plan work.

Like I said: if they can't do anything worthy divorce. Why can't I make them?

Every ounce in me wishes that my plan will work and Mallory will despise him forever.

"Its kinda good. Seems strong." Zayn comments, placing the glass on table. "More?" I question and before his response, I beckon the waiter again. "10 more of this."