5 MONTHS LATER
I laughed at the face Jordan made when I told him Dale has a butt rash.
"That's fucking gross!" He yelled, getting the attention of people around us.
We were sitting in our last class of the day.
The teacher fell asleep before we came in and no one made a move to wake him up.
It was only one month before summer break and I was excited.
"Anything from Lover Boy?" Jordan asked, scrolling through his phone.
"Not in the last 4 months." I stated sadly.
"That's tough." He said, sighing.
"I know. What if something happened to him?" I asked, images flash in my head.
"To Lucifer? Have you not watched that series? He's indestructible!" Jordan said and I pinched him.
"Jordan, I'm serious." I said, getting lost in thought.
"Hey, he'll be okay." Jordan said, bumping my shoulder playfully.
"That's abuse." I said, pointing to his shoulder.
"Idiot." He chuckled, going back to looking at his phone.
The bell finally rang and everyone ran out of the classroom before the teacher could wake up.
Homework is like Dale's Butt Rash.
Contagious and Painful.
We went to our lockers and put away our books before strolling out of the school.
There was a crowd surrounding something out there.
It's a fight, I thought.
We strolled toward Jordan's car and were just about to get in when I heard a whistle.
I turned around and my eyes widened.
A goofy grin broke out on my faces as I ran toward him, dodging the crowd.
When I was close enough I jumped, wrapping my legs aroundnhis waist and he caught me with ease.
I squeezed the living daylights out of him and he just stood there taking it.
"Miss me?" Zayn asked, smirking.
Then I remembered that I was supposed to be mad at him.
I let go of him and started walking away, only to be pulled back.
He stared at me, long and hard with his usual lack of emotions.
"What did I do this time?" He asked, rolling his eyes.
"Why didn't you call me, Lucifer?" I questioned.
"No phone." He said, leaning back against his car.
"Bullshit." I stated, trying to get out of his grasp.
"Stop." He said, his voice low and demanding.
With one hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out,
A brand new phone.
"Just got this." He said, handing it to me so that I could see.
"I was worried." I said, sighing.
"Worried?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I thought something happened to you." I stated.
He just shook his head and pulled me closer. I hugged him, letting all my stress go.
"Come with me?" He asked, pulling away slightly.
"Sure." I replied, turning around to see that Jordan left me.
Zayn opened the car door for me and waited patiently for me to get in.
When I did, he shut the door and jogged around the car, getting in on his side.
He sat there for a while, staring at nothing while he got lost in his thoughts.
He shook his head and pulled out of the parking lot before speeding down the road.
While driving, he outstretched his spare hand to me and I took it.
He held it in his while he drove. Occasionally brushing his thumb against my skin.
And the butterflies were back.
He swerved through traffic like he always did, breaking all of the red lights.
"One day, you'll go to prison for that." I told him.
"I am the law." He said seriously and I laughed.
"Or the opposite." I replied and he squeezed my hand.
We pulled into a parking lot and looked up at the store's name.
"You're getting another tattoo?" I asked.
He just nodded.
"Where's that going to fit?" I continued.
He looked at me with a smirk but didn't say anything.
Getting out, he came to my side and opened the door for me.
He gave me a hand and I took it and got out, then he closed the door.
But he never let go of my hand.
Walking toward the store, he opened the door for us.
"Lucifer! What are you doing here?" A lady with red hair asked.
She was all tatted up. She had a 5'5 figure and she looked to be around 20.
"It's a tattoo shop." He said blankly.
She laughed before her eyes turned to me.
"And this is?" She asked, looking at me.
"Blair." I said, offering her a smile.
She returned it and started talking to Zayn.
He of course answered with one word each time.
I looked up at him, getting lost in thought as I stared at one of the tattoos on his neck.
It was the Black Dahlia.
A murder case in the late 40s.
Zayn glanced down at me. His eyes were a darker shade than they were before.
I looked away and started playing with my fingers.
"Okay, this way." Redhead said.
Hey that rhymes.
We followed her into the room in the back where a man sat on a chair waiting.
"Ah, Lucifer." He said, patting the chair.
Zayn squeezed my hand before letting go and walking into the opposite corner.
He picked up a chair and walked back over to me. He placed it behind me and I gave him a smile.
I sat as he walked away to the Tattoo Chair.
The man looked at him and said something quietly and Zayn's cold eyes looked into mine.
He nodded at the man and the man got to work on Zayn's arm.
I sat there flinching everytime the needle came in contact with Zayn's skin.
But he didn't look like he was bothered by it.
He just continued staring into my soul.
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Lucifer Wears Leather | ✔Teen Fiction
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