Zayn answers with a drawl on the third ring. "Yeah?"
Keisha stumbles through a greeting and an introduction. After chatting for a minute, she covers the mic. "He says no way."
"Tell him an accident happened and I'm bleeding out on the carpet," I whisper, half-laughing.
Keisha relays the message. We hear Zayn's sharp, "What?!" followed by a string of low, urgent words.
She hangs up, grinning. "He's coming."
We burst out giggling.
"Of course he is," Molly sighs dreamily. "Wish I had a brother like Zayn."
"Right?" Keisha fans herself. "He's so hot."
"Eeew," I mutter, making a face.
Keisha winks. "No offense, Ash, but I'm shooting my shot at him tonight. Fair warning."
I don't answer, jealousy draining the joy I felt not long ago.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings, and we s
