Getting even

My name is Tracey. I have moved to England from Atlanta. Back in Georgia I was the toughest girl in school. I kept everything under control. Fights, arguments, etc. but in England it's a whole new world. A whole new atmosphere. The bully there is none other than zayn Malik one direction. Popular kid yup. Gets in too many fights. Every day I see the kid shoving them up their own lockers. But I have a major crush on him. Should I fight? Or should I fall?


12. Full of it

TRACEY'S POV: Niall just asked me to be his girlfriend. And of course I said yes. For a number of reasons:1:he was so nice 2: It felt right to be with him 3:I was madly and coincidentally in love with him. As I walked home the October cool breeze stung my cheeks faintly. My lips were blood red and my cheeks were rosy. The sun was setting in different shades of pink, purple, and orange. Today felt right. Today was perfect. I inhale through my nose and smile as I watch the sun set. It was beautiful. I didn't even care of what would happen tomorrow. I just let all of my terrible and frustrating thoughts slip away and replace them with good joyful thoughts. I sit there for a minute living in the moment. Then my thoughts were disturbed. "Enjoying life?" It was Zayn. Uhggg what the fuck does he want? "What do you want, Zayn?" I roll my eyes and stare at the ground. "I want to know what's with you and Niall." Jesus what does this boy want from me. "I thought you were with Hannah", I said calmly. "What? No! She's just...well... My um...well I-" he just quit. "Yea I thought so." I got up and was leaving until he grabbed my wrist. I struggled, but he was too strong. "Let me go!", I said. Instead he pulled me closer. "Your so full of it you know that? Just forget about me like I've forgotten about you!" He whispered in my ear, "Never." I slapped him, which took him by surprise, and he let go of me. I ran.ran as fast as I could. He WAS so full of it. I had no idea what he was going to do to me next time I saw him. I started slowing down but not slow enough to stop me from running into what I though was Zayns body. "Get the hell off me you filthy bastard!", I screamed. "Woah, Jesus Tracey chill out! It's me, Niall!" I looked up. "Ohhhh, sorry. I thought you were Zayn." He took my backpack off and swung it over his shoulder. God, that was a relief. "C'mon, Trace. I think I see Zayn running towards us." We ran into my house ad caught our breathes. "Okay, I am going now I think your safe." "No, Niall don't go", I whispered. I was afraid that Zayn would come. "I promise. Your safe." I nodded. And he's gone. I was on my own. I was alone. Or was I? It felt like someone else was in the house. Not my parents because they were on a trip. Not my brother because they were at a sleep over. I slowly brushed my teeth looking around. Was it Zayn? I hadn't had a clue. I slipped the covers over me, telling myself I would be safe. My body stopped arguing and chilled. I finally thought I was alone. "Hello, Tracey" Shit. It was his boxers. Fuck and shit. Suddenly, everything went black.
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