Sound Of Madness(COMPLETE)

(NOW FINISHED) Siobhan Kline has just started junior year. She doesnt expect much from it, she doesnt think anything special will happen. Nothing special happens to her. She has two close friends, a 1976 mustang, her author mother Loretta and her pet hamster LuLu. This is her life. Until she is partnered with the new boy Zayn Malik. He just moved to town and all the girls seemed to take an interest in him.
All the boys want to be his friend.
But he couldnt care less

Zayn Malik fanfiction ----Not Famous


2. Becoming Popular is easier than becoming a nerd

Zayn’s P.O.V

In a school full of all American boys and girls, I stuck out like a sore thumb and it enraged me.

People stared, as if they had never seen someone before, let alone heard someone with an accent like mine. By the end of the day, I was over it. I drove my uncle Toms Audi, which instantly made me look like a prick. What seventeen year old drives a damn Audi? Oh wait, there was two other students who did, and both of them seemed to think they run the place. You can say that’s where it started, my uncles Audi R8, black on black…impeccable. The car told people I came from a family of money, which was not the case, my Uncle Tom worked for a publishing company, and his girlfriend who lived with him, worked as a medical billing assistant. They owned a nice sized house, one floor, but it was big enough to be considered expensive looking. Tom’s girlfriend Melissa drove a Dodge. But anyways, it amazed me how important popularity was at this school, after just one day, I realized it wasn’t just about the money you came from but how you looked also.

Walking the halls, I would see football players pointing at nerdy kids who feel victim to the harsh bullying. At my last school, bullying wasn’t something you’d see because people took that stuff so serious that no one dared to do it. Picking on someone was like committing a crime, the aftermath would be bad. That’s what bought me to Uncle Tom. At my old school in the UK, I was bullied, bad. It drove me to be very inward and quiet. I only spoke when spoken to. At the end of my second year in high school, there was a fight that started because I finally said something back. The kids name was Kitt Laurence, and he would make my life hell, so when I snapped he found humor in my anger. It only enraged me more, so in the middle of the hallways, it got physical. He got help from his friends, and it was just me. You can imagine what happens from there, Kitt was expelled, but I couldn’t go back there. I refused to put myself in the middle of that nonsense again. So my mother’s brother offered to take me for my final years of schooling. Though I would have to do an extra year(schooling in the UK was different), to me it was better than getting beat everyday. I spent the first two weeks of my summer in the hospital, two of my ribs and my arm were broken.

I was fond with America quickly, Tom and Melissa made sure my summer was memorable.

We went to all the amusement parks, and even spent a weekend in Florida where he took me to Disney and Universal Studios. It had been like a whole new world for me, even this shitty little town in New Jersey was completely different than anything in the UK. The house they lived was a block away from Esquire Estates, a small house development for the wealthy people of Howell New Jersey. Not like I Was in love with new Jersey, but I don’t hate it. Every morning I went to the farmers market for fresh raspberries and blueberries and I’d eat them for breakfast Next to the farmers market was a butcher shop and next to that, placed oddly, was a gynecologist office. On our side of the street, there was a small red house next to ourss that looked as if it had been standing for a hundred years. The family that lived there was small, and unconventional. The couple were two men, Boris and Liam and they had a dog name Skipper. Skipper had been my first friend in America, a dog that weighed 150 lbs and liked to pull me when we went for walks. Boris and Liam however were not so nice at first, they looked, whispered and even thought I was a child Tom adopted. By August, the two men had been charmed by me which most people had been. On the other side of Tom’s house stood a two story home with burgundy panels against the off white color. The side of the house seemed weathered and the couple were gone on business most of the time. They had a son though, about my age; he wasn’t friendly though. He sat most days on his porch with an acoustic guitar, his long hair black and his skin as white as his house. His lips were painted black which matched his wardrobe perfectly. He wore one contact in his left eye, a white one….the boy went by Damien and was in my Music class.

“You live next door to me don’t you?” Damien asked as the class ended. I nodded. “I didn’t know you were into music”

“I love it” I told him matter o factly as we walked out. “All kinds”

“All kinds?” he repeated, his face twisting in a look of confusion. His black lips broke into a smile and he laughed, his teeth yellow. “Even metal?”

“Maybe a couple songs” I lied shrugging it off and looking at my schedule.

“All right dude, see you round” and he walked off surprisingly getting lost in the crowd when he looked so distinct.

My next class was Biology AP, which took me a while to find. Five minutes after the bell rang, I walked into the classroom, the teacher giving me a look that could kill. Shit, I thought. She told me where to sit, which I did without hesitation. In front of me was a boy with a brown ponytail and a tattoo on his neck, in fact he didn’t even look like a boy, he looked like a grown man. Behind me was a girl with rainbow colored hair. Literally. I had never seen anything like it, but I did not let my amusement show in my face. Maybe she was getting ready for Halloween, though that was over a month away. It was almost clown like, the way her hair went from yellow to green to orange to blue and purple and red. In streaks that formed a long ponytail. Large hoops fell from her ears, so large they could be mistaken for bangle bracelets and her skin a cream white color. Mrs. Harris, the teacher, handed me a packet with my Lab partners name on it and the table number

Siobhan Kline-Grey

Table 4A

To my surprise, the next day, Siobhan Kline-Grey was rainbow haired girl.

She sat beside me, it was clear she felt uneasy, and it radiated for her like static. She didn’t carry a book bag, so she held her books and placed them in front of her as she sat. Her eyes were a dark color close to black and her nose straight and rounded at the tip. Her lips were glazy looking with makeup, and her chin small. I had never seen someone who dressed like her, was this an American thing? Her tights were striped, in colors that matched her hair, her skirt a light denim that matched her jacket. Under, she wore a black tank top that matched her combat boots. Did she get dressed in the dark?
She didn’t even say hello, let alone look my way. “I’m a new kid, not a new disease” I informed her. She cleared her throat and looked at me, a wisp of indigo hair hanging loose from her bun. Her eyebrows pulled together and her full lips parted slightly.

“Thank heavens for that” she remarked giving me the up and down look. “Siobhan”

“Zayn” I looked at the teacher who had been writing something on the board, her handwriting loopy and large, near sloppy. As I bent down to get something out of my book bag, I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was hard to describe, woodsy and light with hints of bergamot and incense. The type of scent that when you close your eyes, you picture a cabaret. “Today in Lab, we are going to do a simple exercise….simple and common in the world of biology. Frog dissections!”

Great, I though to myself as she opened a closet and took out individually jarred frogs in formaldehyde. Siobhan went to pick a jar and a tray of tools while I got our sheet, gloves and aprons. “Goggles are optional” Mrs. Harris announced carrying a plastic tray of science goggles. “That woman is a nutcase on payless heels” Siobhan commented with the frog , now on a silver tray and the tools.

“Why” I ask as we put on the gloves and apron. Siobhan handed me goggles and I took them. “Why is she a nutcase?”

“Just watch her”, she answered back and read the instructions. And I did, I watched Mrs. Harris as she went from table to table, something about her was definitely peculiar, that or she got some last night. She moved as if she were moving to a Latin beat, lightly snapping her fingers and moving her shoulders. “Mr. Malik, Mrs. Grey” she cocked her hips and wiggled her brows. “Ready to cut up a frog” she clapped her hands together, which caused Siobhan to jump some. “Mrs. Grey, jumpy are we”

“No….not one bit” Siobhan responded. “Are you, you seem like you gut a sip of that go go juice”

Go Go juice? What on earth was that….

“No, just find these Lab days easy as pie” Mrs. Harris chimed. “You be nice to Mr. Malik, I see how tense your being” and with that she waltzed away. Peculiar, most definitely.

While many of the girls in the class were fussing and making a scene about frog guts,

Siobhan stayed quiet and she worked quickly. We had to remove and identify every organ, so as I removed the organs, one by one, she was fast to name them It took us half an hour, giving us a spare thirty minutes. “What are we supposed to do now?” She asked Mrs. Harris who seemed pleased with our pace. Harris shrugged and looked at us both.

“Study for another class, pass notes, I don’t care” Mrs. Harris looked at us with narrow eyes. “Actually, what happens when two people have sex”

“STDs?” Siobhan blurted but quickly covered her mouth. Mrs. Harris shook her head then looked at me.

“You, what happens” she was staring at me. This place was weirder and weirder.

“A baby” I responded.

“Perfect….so, the next thing will be on gene distribution. Therefore the who XY or XX she bang.” Mrs. Harris waved her hand. “You two had unprotected sex and a baby will be born, explain how the child gets traits from the both of you. 5000 words, double space it. I expect it by your next Lab”

That was really the first time I had ever talked to Siobhan Grey, as we cut open a dead frog and named the organs. Though we really didn’t talk about much, we talked and she wasn’t as rude as I thought. Maybe she was being nice for the sake of a passing grade, who knows…..

“Yo Malik” I heard being called after I left the Bio Lab. I turned and Jenko Schmidt had been trying to catch up with me. Jenko was part of the ‘Audi trio’ a group I had become part of just because of the car I drove to school. “Me, and Paul are throwing a party Friday night, you down?”

“Paul?” I asked confused

“Yeah, he drives the royal blue Audi….though, we are all kind of wishing we drove yours”, Jenko stopped with me at my locker and waited for a response. “Well Malik, what do you say?”

“I don’t know…”

“You are part of us now…..parties, ladies….watch, by Monday people are going to be wishing they were you”

And, he was right. Monday morning came, and I was suddenly popular. After a party. Just like that.

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