Superhuman

Zayn Malik. You know who he is, right? Of course you do. So does Kristina, but everyone calls her Is for short, because she just, is, ya know? If she could describe Zayn in one word, it would be sexy. If Zayn could describe Is in one word, it would be sexy, too. But, to Is, freak, mutant and/or, well, superhuman, would be more like it.

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9. Forget You

   Zayn's POV

   I was having a lot of fun. Really, I was. This girl, Kristina, she was a bitch. But, in a good, no GREAT way, if that makes any sense. Either way, the reaction I was getting from her wasn't the norm. Usually, girls flipped out and fangirled around me. They didn't totally diss me. This, this complete stuborness I was getting from her really turned me on.

   She started walking away from me, and that's when I had crossed the line. Mental note, Malik, I thought to myself, don't touch her. But obviously my hands didn't get that little piece of info from my brain, because I reached out and placed my  hand on her back. That got me a swift punch to the face. I staggered backward a little, and looked up at Kristina, confused. People were starting to take notice and I could see a flash go off every now and then. When Kristina saw the look on my face, her expression visibly softened. I sighed and walked away- this time she was the one who followed.

   Is's POV 

   Every bone, every muscle, every cell screamed at me, telling me to stay put, telling me to snap out my beautiful wings and fly away. But I just couldn't do it. Somehow, my heart had learned about this boy. And once that happened, I knew there was no turning back.

   I ran after him, weaving through people, itching to let my coat fall away, so I could fly to him. But I promised myself I wouldn't let that intrude into my personal life, like it had so many times in the past. I opened my mouth, beginning to form words, but my mind grinded to a halt. I didn't know his first name. So I started screaming the only thing I knew. "Malik!" 

   Zayn's POV

   I could feel tears pricking the backs of my eyes, threatening to spill out. I will not cry in public, I thought. No frickin' way. I had no idea what was exactly the cause of these emotions. I had loved a girl before. Didn't cry when we broke apart. I had been punched before. Didn't cry about that, either. I rubbed my eyes, willing the pricks to fade. 

   I met up with Paul and Niall, and we walked to the parking lot. I climbed into Paul's van, putting my hands in my lap. I glanced downward a noticed a little piece of paper sticking out of my pocket. I picked it up and turned it over, running my fingers over the slightly smudged ink. I smiled. Bea's number.

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