The next day George never came home from wherever he went, so i decided to go to school.. I got there pretty late because I wasn't in the mood to get dressed so I missed first period Phys. Ed. When I got to Science class I noticed a huge group crowding the bulletin board up front. I poked through the crowd then rolled my eyes. "HOME COMING DANCE" I read out load, "Sign up a couple for 'Home coming King and Queen.'" I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away when Ashley Haynes stopped me.
"Exited for the dance?" She asked me in the I'm-more-popular-than-you tone.
"Please," I said. "Dances are nothing but stupid."
"Probably because you don't have anyone to go with eh? Or are you going with Zayn again this year?" She laughed. I frowned at her. I never went to those dances to actually dance. Zayn and I would just go for the food or something. I felt a crowd circle around me and I was just about to leave when someone pulled me out. I turned around and saw a concerned Zayn. He pulled me to his seat in the class then blurted out talking.
"Why did you leave yesterday? I could have driven you back if you were upset, its not safe driving while depressed. You should have stayed at home today, I don't want you that to happen again. And is that a bruise on your arm?" He put his warm hand on my arm. I just noticed the mark from when I hit the wall and quickly covered it with my sleeve.
"Its...um...Nothing" I said, "Ya and..Hey, so how did you like the ice cream yesterday?"
"It was fine I guess...But are you hiding something from me?"He asked suspiciously. "How did you get that mark?"
"I must've hit the bed when I got up this morning. Ha ha, now anyways.." Before Zayn could protest my science teacher came in the class room.
"Everyone to their seats!" She exclaimed and in a flash the class was in session. Later the day I apologized to Zayn for my breakdown at DQ and before I knew it, the day was over.
When I got home I got a text from George to make him dinner because he said he'd be coming back in 4 hours. Drunk much? I didn't care when he'd be coming back so I just layed on the couch watching TV. I turned on a show called The X Factor. I knew exactly what it was because Zayn had told me that in a week he'd go and audition for their next season. Thinking of a boy like Zayn, it'd be a surprise to find out he sung. But knowing Zayn, He had lots of talents. Some he doesn't even know about yet.
I didn't remember sleeping but as I opened my eyes I heard a car pull up in the drive way. "Dammit." I muttered to myself as I ran to the kitchen and searched the shelves. I reached for a pack of macaroni and ripped it open and quickly started the stove. Behind me I heard footsteps. I quietly prayed that he wasn't in a bad mood but just then a hand gripped my arm. George turned me around so I faced his ugly non-shaved face.
"What did I tell you?" He yelled. I closed my eyes as his hand whipped across my face. "Don't disobey me! I clearly told you to make dinner 4 hours ago, why have you started now?" I touched the spot on my face as tears wept down my face. He pushed me out of the way and started making the macaroni. He was mumbling to himself about something like "Mental-child." and "Orphanage." But I couldn't hear him because i ran up to my room and fell to the floor. My face didn't hurt as much, but the thought of Dana not being here to comfort me or kiss it better made me cry.
The next few days my face was all covered in bruises. I had a hard time covering them up with my makeup. George wasn't always abusy, but his anger got out of control. Zayn noticed a couple of times but I never let is questions get to me. I sat next to Zayn at lunch today and unexpectedly Ashley Haynes pulled up at our table. "Hi, Zayn." She said as if she was flirting with him. "And Hi, Zayn's friend..."
I rolled my eyes. "I have a name you know."
"But you don't deserve a name after what I heard you did." I looked at her confused.
"What?"
"You made your mom, or step-mom I should say. Commit Suicide didn't you?" She laughed then skipped over to the next table. I stared back at her as she walked away. My eyes filled with rage and instead of crying and staying silent as I usually did, I got up and walked after her. Zayn stood up and tried to hold me back.
"Don't Jana. Don't listen to her." I shrugged him off and stepped in front of Ashley. She got up from her seat.
"What now ass hole?" She spat. My eyes narrowed at her and before I could control my anger I pushed her against the table. She fell on top of someone's lunch and her skirt got all messy. I covered my mouth with my hands as I thought over what I had done.
"I- I'm sorry." Ashley got up and before I knew it, she kicked me to the ground. My leg jerked as I slammed into the hard dirt. I don't remember being knocked out, but I woke up in the nurse's office in Zayn's lap. He noticed me open my eyes.
"Oh my gosh, Jana what were you thinking?" I raised my head and looked around the room. In the seat beside ours sat our principle, Mrs. Layette. Her eyes glared down at me. I gasped.
"Yes Janette, what were you thinking?"She asked.
"I...I don't know." I replied and bursted into tears. "I couldn't control myself!"
Zayn put his finger on my mouth."Calm down, Jana. What she said is not true."
Mrs. Layette stood up and brushed off her dress pants. "Something about Ashley said? Hm.. I'll ask her about that. Zayn, you can take Janette home? I think she needs an emotion break..." When Mrs. Layette was surely out of the room I looked up at Zayn.
"Are you sure?" I asked him.
"Of course!" He replied, but I could hear the regret in his voice.
At school, Mrs. Layette was still over this girl-fight thing with Ashley. She banned me and Ashley from going to the dance. It was totally fine with me but Ashley over spazzed about this decision. She blamed the whole thing on me. Well I didn't have time messing with things like this. I had way more on my mind. Yesterday, Zayn auditioned for The X Factor. And not to my surprise, He got in. After school he invited me over.
"Jana, I have to tell you something." He said. I smiled at him.
"Yes, go ahead." I replied. He looked on the floor for a few seconds then took a deep breath.
"Ok, so you know how I got in on the audition?" He said.
"Yes, and you know how proud I am!" I implied. He half-laughed then got serious.
"Well, now I have to leave." I stared at him for a minute before calmly replying.
"For how long?" I saw the sigh of relief in his face.
"Only for a few months." I gasped of surprise.
"Months? That's like forever Zayn! I -I can't live that long without you!" Then, his emotions changed.
"Oh um Jana, I knew you'd feel this way! I'm sorry, I won't go then." Suddenly I thought of how selfish I was acting. Zayn never had opportunities like this, mostly because he set them down so he wouldn't have to leave me.
"No!" I protested. "I mean, I'll miss you and all but…I'm sorry. Yes Zayn, Go. Please, go. I can't hold you back from living your dreams!" And that was it. I didn't let Zayn go against that. I let him go, knowing he'd be back. Unlike Dana who'd left me forever.