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?


16. Katie

I woke up again with someone's arms around me. I turned. Niall? Why the hell are his arms around me? I shot up. "What's wrong, Trace?" He asked. "Where the hell is Katie? What did you do to her?" I asked, fighting him trying to give me a hug. He seemed confused. "She's with Zayn." A hell fire was burning within me. But I managed to stay as calm as I could. "Niall, what exactly is he doing with Katie?" He smirked. His hand came up to my hair. He twirled it. "Katie is fine, love." He said. I smacked his hand off my head. "No, she isn't!!!! From the look on your face, I know she isn't." He frown, then moved. I realized I was being pressed against a wall. "I don't think you want me doing what Zayn is doing to her." Realization crossed my face. "He wouldn't." I said in disbelief. "He is right now." I felt the blood drain from my face. I felt like ice. I couldn't move. Then anger melted that ice and I pushed him off me. "All of you are bastards! Even your friends. Katie didn't even do anything to you. You had to drag her into this mess!" I slapped him with all my strength. My palm was facing upwards, so it met the bottom of his cheek bone, so it hurt like hell. His hand shot up to his face. "What the fuck, Tracey!" He yelled. I kicked him in the shin, grabbed the keys on his belt, and ran. Katie was always first. I heard screaming suddenly and realized it was Katie. "Tracey! Help!" She seemed to be cut off. I followed her screams and burst into the room. I kicked the door open. Zayn and Tracey were there, her pressed against a wall, and he was unbuckling his jeans. Relief crossed her face. Zayn looked at me in shock. "If you lay a finger on her, I will beat your ass." I said, not feeling afraid. Then Zayn smirked. "Come to see the show?" His hand was at the inside of Katie's thigh. She stiffened. My fists clenched at Zayn's sarcasm. I willed Katie to be strong and kick him in the balls or something. I made gestures for her. I was screaming in my mind for Katie to be badass right now. And that's what she did. She kicked him in the balls with all her strength. His hands when to his crotch as he moaned in agony. I grabbed her hand for this chance to run. She didn't argue. I realized we were in a sort of house. We came down a staircase and burst out the front door. Bad part was, it was dark outside and Louis and Harry were playing soccer in the lamp light. "Hey. What are you two doing here?" He asked, coming up behind me. I stiffened, but turned and shoved him with all my strength. He fell and even in the dark, you could see the surprise on his face. We both ran as fast as we could to our apartment, locked all the doors and windows, and fell on the couch. "What did he do to you?" She asked. "Nothing. You?" We hugged. "Made out with me and touched my thigh." Katie was the same height as me, so we weren't looking up at each other. "We're going to find our first flight to Denver." She said. "Why Colorado?" I asked. "Because it's cold there. You should start packing your stuff. And the computer, too. All our photography is on there." I sped walked to my room and started packing all my clothes. It was like we were always hiding from these guys. But we never were really in a relationship. Maybe it was time to. 

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