Jenna P.O.V

I was just watching them, like a kid watching television except all of the facial features. I sat there blank, and I just ate my pizza. They were just talking.. and talking.. and they never gave any sort of attention to me. I exist, pizza doesn't attract you? I mean, it's in my direction right? Zayn went on about how he wanted to meet her father and.. I was about to say mother but I remembered what event happened. He even added at the end that I wouldn't come. I wasn't sure of it though, but he just had to say it. But that made me know that he knew I was in the room.. right? I've known her mother since I was a pip-squeak. If I don't come, am I disrespecting her mother? I could just come for her mother and that's all. I might even give a speech, and I don't have any dignity. Wow, to selfish for my own good. I'm having a feeling that I should go, but at the same time I shouldn't because of what Alyssa is acting like, but her father will be expecting me. I guess I need to make a list of rights and wrongs, whichever has the most.. wins. It grew eerily quiet after about forty-five minutes of talking without myself in the conversation of course. Zayn turned his face to look at me, and his smile faded away.

"Alyssa, please go to your room. I'll be there soon." he whispered in her ear. Alyssa frowned too.

"Why 'soon'?" she asked.

"Just, I'll be there okay?" he replied and Alyssa stood up, even though she really didn't want too. She went down the hallway, into her room. The lights were still on, and Zayn was practically staring at me.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked lowly, trying to make sure Alyssa couldn't here. Why was he talking to me? Did I do anything wrong during the last forty-five minutes? Did I eat to many pizzas? I only ate three! Off topic, great.

"Uh.. sure." I replied, and kept my facial expressions.

"What's gotten into your head?" Zayn asked. I'm confused. Something is in Alyssas' head too and he asks me? She's just the blame as I am!

"What's gotten into your head?" I snapped. Zayn changed also, I think..?

"Answer mines first." he demanded stiffly, but firm. He shuffled around the couch a bit.

"Simple. Whine. Not wine. Whine. W - H - I - N - E whine. I could handle myself more often than Alyssa will ever could. I could always be able to have some support here and there, but all the time? That is what I called.. not independent. Alyssa is always crying and being emotional and that is irritating. She never changed, well, not a lot though. She always cried every time, whined, snapped at people, stuff a five year old would do. That's right. A five year old. She has the retarded brain of a five year old. Or better yet a goldfish. She always needs support. Hurt? Oh Zayn! Help me! Failed on a test? Oh Louis! I'm such a failure and I'll never be great! Got yelled at? Niall why!?! You're making me cry and I don't wanna punch you! She's a dramatic, over emotional, drama queen who always wants center of attention. I'm usually with Harry now. That's only one, but she needs support from all five of you."

Zayn seemed pretty alarmed about how many words had just came out of my mouth. I poured out mostly everything I felt about her, minus the cursing.

"Oh and she just curses just for attention. I handle my words, but she slurs them like a drunk slut. Excuse my language."

I could tell Zayn was clenching his fists.

"Your answer?" I asked high-pitched. He sighed.

"What's gotten into my head is the separation you two are experiencing. Things change, I get that. Friendships will change, and I understand that. But you guys are doing this for the friendship? Are you guys ignoring the obvious? That you ladies actually are and had a really tight friendship once?"

I grunted at that. This should be a really long night.

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"You wouldn't act this way if I was still your girlfriend, Zayn." I told him.

"..Maybe. But you aren't.. um.. not anymore." he weakly said. Weak? Oo.

"Why did you just say that.. weakly? Do you still have some feelings for me still?" I asked, a smirk displayed on my face. He moved closer to me.

"Don't effing get near me Zayn!" I warned and tried punching him. He caught my hand and I yanked it out, forfeiting a fight. He moved his way closer.

Just. Stay. Calm.

Deep breaths. I did them.. good.

"I really don't know what's up between you two." he started. I looked forwards, saying nothing.

"And I don't know if I'll be able to deal with you." he finished. Hah, I was way ahead of you.

I turned my head towards him and the unthinkable happened.

Apparently he was just to close to me that when I turned my head, our lips were planted on each others. I got up, smearing my lips with my sleeves. Zayn didn't seemed alarmed though.

"Do you even know what happened? I didn't even want this to happen!" I barely said above a whisper. He kind of smiled with my reaction.

"Are you going to do anything? I mean, you just kissed your ex while dating someone else." I told him. He shook his head.

"What?!?! I don't understand you!" I scolded at him.

"You don't understand this." he replied. Confusion took over my mind.

"Not understanding that." I said and he chuckled.

"Two things. One, I've already kissed you before. This incident means nothing, even if I'm dating Alyssa. Two, this reminds me of our first incident." he smiled. I gritted my teeth.

"You're talking about memories of us? Us? Us? We're a past! Focus on yours even though she's nothing!" I replied.

"Sor-ry." he said. I rolled my eyes. I'm sure Alyssa would love to hear this. But I don't even want to talk to her!

"Yeah, well, in case you know.. I'm probably never going to talk to you again." I declared and went straight to my room.

Notes

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