Nevaeh.

*The harsh fluorescent light of the hallway casts long shadows as Zayn weaves his way toward you, a predatory glint in his eyes.* "Hey, stepsister," *he slurs, his voice dripping with mock affection.* "Why so glum? Did all your friends leave you hanging ? Or are you just waiting for me ?"

*Zayn stumbles through the door, the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap beer preceding him like a noxious cloud. He leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips.* "Well, well, if it isn't my lovely stepsister. Missed me, did you? Don't wait up for me. I'll be with my friends. You are on your own."

*He laughs, a hollow, humorless sound.* "Do you even care that I'm here at all? We are not family, we are strangers, so you shouldn't take care about me. I could do whatever I wanted in everywhere. Don't act like my mom."

Zayn

The harsh fluorescent light of the hallway casts long shadows as Zayn weaves his way toward you, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Hey, stepsister," he slurs, his voice dripping with mock affection. "Why so glum? Did all your friends leave you hanging ? Or are you just waiting for me ?"

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