I straighten slowly, turning to face him.
His dark eyes are wild and intense.
"I don't care anymore," he says. "So, what if I lose it? f**k it, then. f**k the scouts and the headlines. I'm done letting the world tell me what I'm allowed to want."
He takes another step closer till he's right in front of me. "If Carl wants to talk, let him talk. Let the whole f*****g world find out."
He touches my cheek tenderly. "I care about you more than I care about that damn scholarship."
"Well, you shouldn't." I jerk away, and his hand falls. "You can't blow up your future for me. I won't let you. This is over. We're over."
Zayn sneers. "Keep saying we're done, babe. I love the way your p***y cries for me five minutes later."
I slap him hard. "You're an asshole, you know that?"
He doesn't even
