Chapter 37:

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So when I thought that I'd be fine at lunch because Zayn would be with me, I lied. Because Zayn is pretty much ignoring me for his friends. I get that he wants to talk and hang out with them and I don't really know them so I can't join the conversation or it's hard for Zayn to include me in it. But he hasn't even looked at me since we walked in this small burger joint.

I don't even think he remembers I'm here. Yet, that's not even the worst part. No, the worse part is the fact that Jones will accidentally touch me every chance he gets. He will either touch my thigh or the side of my waist. I really wish I spoke up when he slid next to me in the booth, but I didn't want to be rude.

It's really starting to piss me off. Especially when he smirks afterwards too, like he is scoring points in some game. I hate arrogant people and he is one of the most arrogant guys I've met. And that's saying something since I'm practically dating Zayn, even if he doesn't want to call it that, because pretty much everyone Zayn knows is arrogant.

"Can you keep your hand to yourself?" I snap in a whisper at Jones once his hand glides up the side of my thigh.

"Oops," he smirks. "Honest mistake, really." I scoff at his reply and play with the food on my plate.


"I got to take this," Zayn says, pulling out his vibrating phone. Jones and I both get up to let Zayn out of the booth.

Luckily Mike, Janet, and Hazel and Niall left otherwise we all wouldn't fit in a booth. Just as I turn to sit back down I feel a pinch on my butt. I face Jones and glare at him, trying to be intimidating but probably failing.

"Touch me like that again and I'm telling Zayn," I quietly tell him.

"Ooh like I'm scared," he rolls his eyes. "Plus, it was an accident."

I huff in annoyance before sitting down in the booth and sliding in next to Harry and across from Rose. The booth fits four on each side, so Jace, Rose, Rick, and Will are on the seat opposite of the one I'm sitting at with Harry and Jones.

"So, Maddi," Rose begins, a smirk on her face. "Tell us, is Zayn just as controlling and rough in bed?"

"Uh, w-what?" I ask, taken back. I've never even spoke to her before and she asks me how Zayn is in bed.

"You know," she wiggles her eyebrows. "Does he tie you up? Make you call him Daddy?" she asks and my eyes widen from her bluntness. Why would I call Zayn daddy in next bed?

"I- uh, nope," I squeak and she laughs and so do the boys, except Harry and Jace. Although I haven't really seen Jace smile this whole time.

"Oh really?" she raises her eyebrows. "Amanda said he was all kinds of kinky."

"Amanda?" I question. I didn't think they knew Amanda, let alone about when her and Zayn slept together.

"Mhmm," she hums with a nod. "I guess Zayn just isn't as sexually attracted to you. Or maybe he is afraid you can't handle it. You look like the innocent type."

"I do not," I retaliate. At least, I don't think I do.

"You're making her mad babe," Rick chuckles.

"Am I?" she laughs. "Hmm, she's sensitive too."

"Knock it off," Harry suddenly speaks. "You're so fucking immature."

"Ooh," Will coos, anger in his voice. "Zayn must be pretty whipped if he is having best mates stick up for you."

"Or maybe," Rose says. "Harry just knows how much Maddi needs it. Zayn doesn't get whipped."

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