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.


8. I'm Not The Kinda Girl You Should Mess With

   Is's POV

   Why can't people ever just mind their own buisness? I was glum, sulking in the L.V. airport with my arms crossed in front of my chest, as my one hip jutted out to the side more than the other one. I felt a warm hand touch my shoulder. It sent chills down my spine. I inhaled deeply, then turned around. Fuck. I wriggled away from his touch, keeping eye contact as I tried to stare him down, make him feel weak. The Idiot. "What the hell do you want?" I snarled.

   He held his hands up in the universal Whoa, dude sign, looking amused. I wanted to slap that grin off his face. Or cut it off. "Someone have a bad day?" he said.

   I continued to glare at him. He obviously was full of it, thinking he had so much swag. "Oh ok, I see. You're one of those."

   He raised an eyebrow, still with that stupid smirk plastered to his face. "Why yes, I am one of those sexy boys who I know you absolutely love." His smile grew, his hazel eyes playful.

   I narrowed my eyes. "I do not enjoy being toyed with Mr..." I looked at him expectantly.

   His eyes widened in surprise. "You don't know who I am?" He seemed genuinely surprised.

   I shooked my head, and impossibly his smiled widened. "Now, I don't enjoy being toyed with Miss..." he said mockingly.

   Before I could stop myself I replied. "Kristina." Then I realized what I just did. "Don't effing mess with me," I growled.

   He laughed. "Moody much?" When that didn't pry any sort of laugh from me, he went on. "Malik, to answer your original question." 

   "I feel like I should know you- I know I've heard that name before."

   He nodded. "Oh, ya know, it's not that big of a deal. I just make up 1/5 of the world's biggest band is all."

   I felt recognition spread out inside me. "Oh! Ok, 1D, gottcha. That's why you think you're such a-" 

   He put his hand back on my shoulder, making me stop mid-insult. That ass knew what he was doing, and it made me really hate him. I glared at him, my eyes darkening. He smirked again, loving every minute of this. I flipped him off and marched off, steaming. And you know what he did? He laughed.

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