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?


9. Lonely

TRACEYS POV:At school on Monday, I hung out with grace most of the time because of you know the break up. And speaking of Zayn, he's been giving me sad and funny looks today. Like not the good funny . The weird funny. Niall was home sick so I would have no one to walk me home from school or cheer me up or say, that's just what he/she does. Don't worry about it. Not today, though. Today I would sit in bed thinking about why Zayn would do that to me. I sigh as I walk into my last period, history. The one I most dreaded throughout the day because 1. It is the only period I have Hannah in class with me 2. Both Zayn and Hannah sit on either sides of me. I slowly sit in my seat and instantly felt discomfort. I froze when Zayn passed me a note. It said
Do not come to the flat to see Niall or anything like that
Today. In fact, don't come ever again. All you are is trouble.
Don't even talk to me anymore.
I looked at him in sorrow and anger. I whispered, "What's your problem?", and went to ask the teacher a question I dreaded. "Excuse me, I would like a new seat because I am being distracted in between them." I said. "Well, how are they distracting you?", he asked. "Oh passing notes, whispering to me. I really want a new seat." He nodded and pointed to an empty one. "Thank you so much." I said. I walked over to my old seat and picked my stuff up. " You can bother him all you want Hannah because I no longer care for him", I whispered to her. She smirked and slid over to my old seat. As I sat down, I looked over at Zayn and he looked at me in sorrow. I smirked. Hannah was in his face almost kissing him. That's how you can use your enemies against people to get revenge. I concentrated on my work and waited for the day to be over.
ZAYNS POV: I was pissed on what Tracey did to me today. She had every right to be mad at me, but what she did to me in last period.... I guess it was my fault. I told her she couldn't visit my flat anymore. Ever. I walked home from school today trying to catch up with Tracey because I felt really bad. I was just angry. "Tracey wait up!", I called. Sure enough, tears were forming in her eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "Not now, Zayn. I can't talk to you right now. Go home." She started walking faster forcing me to run up to her. She looked away as I looked at her. "Come on. Please. You can't just move to a different seat like that and make me sit next to Hannah. You saw how close she was to me." She looked at me in sorrow. "And look what you did to me! I thought I could trust you Zayn. I really did. I don't know how you can gain my trust back." Tears were streaming down her face as she walked into her house and shut the door. I saw two boys playing soccer in the front lawn. I would have joined them if I was in a happier mood.
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