Chapter 3: Gay Side?
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"Louis! We are not buying all of those watermelons, so put them back! This is why the boys and I never take you and Niall shopping. Are you listening to me?!" It's only been five minutes in Wal-Mart, and Louis was causing havoc on the poor grocery store. He ran ahead of us when we got there, going straight to the food, but now that he put the watermelons back, he raced to the way back of the store, to the aisle labeled "Bikes" with Zayn right on his toes, trying to catch the wild one.
Me and Jesse take our time, giggling the whole way to the aisle at the boys. Honestly, I've only met two, but having five of them?! I could never handle it. As we reached the aisle, we see Louis riding a bicycle two times too small for the fellow, with little pink pom-poms hanging from the ends of the handle bars. Zayn is actually entertaining himself with a "Super-Bouncy Bouncy Ball!" trying to reach the ceiling, which he actually isn't far off from. Jesse and I once again giggle, but Louis comes over and crashes right into our legs, not hurting us, but making his bike fall to the side. Luckily, Lou is not too hurt by the two foot fall, but Jesse helps him up anyway, while I make my way to Zayn.
"Having fun there?" I say, eyeing the force he is putting on the ball, and his small smile tugging at his lips.
"Do you see how high this thing goes!? I am so close!" Zayn's eyes meet mine, filled with excitement a five year old could resemble. I laugh, and tell him to keep trying. Louis and Jesse come over and watch too. After a few tries, he puts all his energy and force into the small, clear pink ball. It bounces, and flies all the way up, banging the ceiling.. But then, it bounces off the ceiling and into one of the lights. It starts to sway, and flicker, then just goes out.
"Okay, I think we're about done with the toys; let's go get some food!" We all hurry and run away from the scene that did not just happen. I have never been kicked out of a Wal-Mart before, but there's a first for everything, right?
Zayn has ran to get us a cart, and came back to all of us already having food overflowing in our arms. He looks at us like we're mad, but soon chuckles. We all pile up the cart quickly, going from aisle to aisle, picking out food in each. Soon after a long hour, and Louis' random choices of food, we finally make it to the check-out. The check-out girl was about 17, you could tell. When we came up to her, her eyes widened. Looks like someone's a fan..
"Oh my gosh! You're Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik! I love you guys!" She squealed, jumping up and down. It was actually kind of cute!
"Yes and you're our check-out girl! Can we have a picture, please!?" Louis screamed, getting all excited, and grabbing the girl from behind the register.
"Here, I'll take it," Jesse says, as the girl hands her an Iphone. The boys pose, with the girl in the middle, cheesing like a five year old with candy.
"Say 'I hate cheese!'" I tell them, which they give me a confused look, "What? Cheese is just gross." They laugh, and finally snap the picture. "Alright, well, after this lovely gal bags our groceries, we'll be on our way to my apartment." As Zayn pays for the groceries, I rummage through my bag for my phone.
It's already 10:30!? Where has the time gone? I scroll through my messages; thirteen of them? All from.. Garrett. Great.
StupidIdiotIHateYou: Mona! Please forgive me. I love you!
StupidIdiotIHateYou: Can we talk this out? I made a big mistake, talk to me.
StupidIdiotIHateYou: Where are you? You were supposed to come get your stuff about three hours ago. Do you forgive me? xxoo
StupidIdiotIHateYou: WHERE ARE YOUU
"Oh gosh..Not good, not good." I started speed-walking to our Jeep Wrangler, with the three of the others trailing behind with amused faces.
"What now, love? You seem to have many troubles!" Zayn says, running up to me as we both reach the car. Lord, he smells amazing. Can I eat him? Wait, did he ask something? Oh yeah.. oops.
"Hm? Oh sorry, I just realized I was supposed to drop my ex's stuff off today, and get mine from him. But it totally slipped my mind," I sighed, as I rolled my eyes. I did not want to face Garrett just yet. My hatred for the hag was still burning.
"Ex? Well, that can't be good! Do you think he's still up? We can drop off the stuff right now! C'mon! It's only more adventures for the night!" He says, grabbing my hand and squeezing it every now and then. I blush, and laugh at his excitement. I knew Garrett would be up at this hour, he is always up late.. Might as well just go now rather than later.
I sigh, knowing I was going to give in anyway, "Alright fine, but don't make a scene. He's a pretty big guy; I don't want you two hurt," which was true. Garrett worked out almost everyday for two hours. You could say he had a nice body..
"Big guy? Psh, I am Superman! Muscles can't faze me! We'll show this steroid-crazed ex of yours who's the boss," Louis says, with Jesse laughing and putting the groceries in the trunk with him.
I giggle as I start the car, with Zayn in the passenger seat. "Shotgun," he mumbles, with a smirk on his face. I give him a confused look, guessing someone hasn't rode in the big boy seats much. The other two get in the back, Louis looking a slight peeved at the sight of Zayn infront.
"Oh, don't be so glum, Louis! You can ride shotgun when we ride back to our place," I tell the sad one, cheering him up instantly. Zayn gives me a glare, which I return with a quick wink.
"HA! What now, Zayn? Big boy seats just aren't for you mate," Louis teases, tickling the back of Zayn's hair through the seat cushion. He gets a quick slap in the shoulder in return, "Ow! You son of a-"
"And we're here! Jesse, can you get the box from under your seat?" She nods, and we all jump out of the car, and hurry towards the apartment building. We climb the stairs.. Well, more like race up them, with me in the lead since none of the others have a clue where they're going. I reach his room, slightly nervous to face the man who broke my heart.
"I'm right here if you need me, we all are. Don't be scared. Show this idiot who he lost, and the courage I know you have," Zayn whispers in my ear, grabbing my left hand, squeezing it gently, with a reassuring smile. I give him a slight grin, and knock on the door.
I hear a few quiet steps, before the blue-eyed blonde opens the door, no shirt on, showing off the eight pack he worked hard for. Hideous, just hideous. He looks slightly taken aback at the sight of me standing there, "Mona.."
"Put some clothes on, you filthy animal! Hasn't your mother ever taught you some manners!?" I hear a slight pitched voice behind me, and mentally facepalm myself for bringing Louis.
"Uh, excuse me?" Garrett pushes out his chest a bit like some gorilla. Really? Go back to the zoo, since you're stupid enough to fit in. He realizes I'm not alone, and looks over my two new friends, skipping over Jesse since he already knows her.
"Garrett, always nice to see you. Meet Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik, fellow friends of ours. Hey, it's getting kind of cold, let's get this show on the road," Jesse harshly says, practically throwing the box that held my beloved relationship at Garrett. He takes it, and gives her an eye roll.
"Listen Mona, can we talk in private for a minute?" He eyeballs Zayn standing close next to me, with his hand still in mine.
"I don't want to talk, I don't want to even see you again," I spit out, sending daggers towards him in my eyes.
"C'mon, just for a few seconds. I need to explain," he reaches for the hand in Zayn's, which surprisingly Zayn snatches back.
"Listen man, she said she didn't want to talk, so no," Zayn grunts out, securing his hand in mine more tightly.
"I think she can speak for herself, bro. So I suggest you lay off." I could literally feel the tension growing each silent second. Garrett puffs out his chest even more, ready to throw a punch.
"Ugh, you guys are idiots and I'm still hungry! Go get the darn box before I throw away all your protien pills, you jerk," Jesse butts in, pushing Garrett out of the way, in search of the box.
"Okay, okay! It's in my room; I'll go get it." Garrett turns around, glaring at Louis and Zayn again, before going into the hallway.
We all wait in silence, except for Louis humming to Call Me Maybe, which I was about to stab him in two seconds. "Sorry if I embarrassed you; I just couldn't take the jerk's attitude any longer," Zayn tells me, looking at me with a guilty expression.
I laugh, "Don't sweat it! He deserved it fair and square, so thank you." Just then, Garrett returns with a medium sized box full of pictures, stuffed animals, clothes, jewelry, my love.. Whatever. I'm over it.
"I hope you know I am truly sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Really! I love you Mona," he says to me, handing me the box which I gladly pass to Louis without even looking at it.
"Yeah yeah, get out of my way! We all have better things to do then listen to your sob story," Jesse yells, pushing Garrett out of the way, yet again. I blink the tears away, and stand up taller, showing off the courage I hold.
"I hope the girl you capture next knows her heart's going to shatter, and what a true scumbag you are. Because if she doesn't, well, I feel terribly sorry for her." And with that, I turn on my heel, still with Zayn's hand. That is the last time I EVER fall for a boy, again.
We finally reach the bottom of the stairs, and I push open the door with both hands, breathing in the fresh night air. "Well, I think you handled that a lot better than I would of, darling!" Louis says, patting me on the back. "And I hate to tell you this, but he seemed on the gay side to me anyways." I giggle, and get in the backseat with Zayn this time, with Jesse and Louis in the front. Gay side? Hmm.. Probably.