What was I thinking before I made the deal? How am I going to play the cupid between Zayn and Paige? For God's sake, they are two different personalities with different interests and lives.

My thoughts are cut off with the constant ringing of my phone so I roll over my bed and answer the call from Paige.

"Why haven't you been coming to school for the past two days?!" I exclaim as soon as I answer the call.

"It was not my fault my cousin knocked up a Latino girl who got pregnant and we had to attend a crazy urgent wedding out of town!" She exclaims in the same manner as me. I hear her huff before she starts speaking again. "There was so much drama and Spanish profanities, I was constantly ripping out my hair."

"You could've told me what was going on," I blow out a raspberry as I talk to her.

"I texted you that I was out of town and will be back soon," she says boredly before a squeal comes out of her mouth. "O-M-G, I forgot to tell you!" She screams excitedly and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion at her words.

"The whole wedding was a crazy event but something good came out of it!" I listen to her patiently as she continues and I play with the hem of my shirt. "I met a really hot bad boy!"

At first, I just nod at her words but when it hits me what she said I quickly jump out of my bed and land on my feet on the ground. "YOU-WHAT?!" I yell, not in excitement but in horror.

"Yes! I meant to tell you in person, but I couldn't wait anymore!" She continues to scream in excitement and I start quickly pacing around my room in terror. "And Malory, he's totally into me too!"

I think my heart is going to stop. Bloody hell, I made a deal with Zayn today! The deal was about him tutoring me and helping me pass the classes whereas I would get Paige and him together. God, don't you want me to pass the classes and graduate?

I let out a loud groan, covering the phone so Paige doesn't hear it. "We even exchanged numbers," she continues and my eyes bulge out and I walk over to the wall to bang my head on it.

It was simple. Me doing some cupid shit and hitting arrows on Paige and Zayn's heart. Zayn teaches me the subjects. Zayn gets the girl and I pass all my subjects. Win-win for everyone. But who the hell is this new bad boy?!

Why can't things be simple and go according to my plans for once?! I feel like ripping my hair out. "When did you get into bad boys, Paige?" I ask her, trying to calm myself as I gulp down a big lump in my throat. "Weren't you into jocks or well, every sweet guy or something?" my voice is shaky and laced with fake sweetness as I am feeling extremely nervous. I really hope she does not notice it.

"Yeah, you know I was into sweet guys first; Isaac," she says with a pause, "Then into jocks; Jason.." her voice becomes low as she takes his name. I know she really liked Jason and when he cheated on her, she was heartbroken, even though she tried her best not to show it and keep herself going as the strong, confident Paige she is.

"But I'm getting over it!" She announces in an excited tone, making me sigh in relief. "It's been months since we broke up, so it's time to move on like you always say."

I'm glad would be an understatement, the feeling of happiness and relief that I have right now cannot be explained in words. "Thank God, finally," I say to Paige with relief as I chuckle.

"So now I think I'm into bad boys, especially the one I met at the wedding!" I can imagine her grin from the other line of the call, bringing me back to reality.

Here comes the horror rushing back, taking away my relief and happiness. Good news and bad news, both at the same time. As much as I want to focus on the good one, I can't because I'm stuck here with the thoughts about the bad one. 

Just when I had to get her and Zayn together, she suddenly changes her type? I start banging my head on the wall as Paige continues to speak about her dreamy bad boy.

She soon ends the call after probably salivating at the thought of her new bad boy and leaving me- what do you call it these days- Shook- yeah that.

I hear a knock on my door which cuts off my thoughts and I let the person come in, only to flinch and whimper at the sight of Zayn in front of me.

The place where he's least wanted right now is here. In my bedroom. Right in front of me. The universe probably hates me!

"What are you doing here?" I ask Zayn, with my head in my hands as I let out a groan.

"Um, I told you I'd come today to tutor you?" He says more in an asking way as I lift up my head to look at him. "You remember the deal, right?" He seems really confused at the sight of me. His eyebrows are furrowed and he is giving me an uncertain look. I eye him up and down, the usual baggy grey full sleeves sweatshirt and loose pants covering him from everywhere, the big black glasses covering his entire face along with his fringe.

My mind goes back to recalling the details Paige gave me of Mark, the bad boy that she likes. Tall, hair always in spikes, wears only sunglasses and no specs, he's muscular and smokes, also wears leather jackets and tight items of clothing that show off his muscles. He has a lip piercing as well as one ear piercing, oh and he's covered in tattoos.

There's Zayn Malik. Then there's Mark. And then there's me who's stuck in this mess only to get good grades. Their difference is so huge that I want to bawl my eyes out.

Well, Zayn is as tall as him so I guess that counts. Okay, who am I kidding they are no way close to each other in any category!

"All okay?" Zayn asks as he stands in front of me, adjusting his school bag on his shoulder. He looks really puzzled right now which makes me lie down on my bed and cover my face with both of my hands in distress.

"The deal's off, Malik," I mumble from beneath my hands. He says that he is unable to hear me so I groan and sit straight on my bed to face him.

"The deal is off," I say, looking up at him and he places down his bag on the floor before he takes a seat on my bean bag in front of me. Before he can ask 'Why' or 'What' I decide to talk further.

"Paige is into bad boys now, she told me about a guy she met two days ago who is super duper hot, according to her," I take a breath, playing with my fingers I continued softly. "And you both are completely different from each other, there's no way she would get over her bad boy craze so soon," I inform him honestly, dropping down my shoulders as I look over at Zayn.

His face has fallen down after hearing my words, upset expressions are all over his face as he bows down his head and quietly stares at the floor for a minute.

To be honest, I feel bad for him. I feel like going over to him and patting his head.

Pat his head? He is not a dog, Malory what is wrong with you?

I watch as Zayn's head rises up and he looks straight into my eyes.

"Then turn me into a bad boy."

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