They made my life hell. They physically and emotionally abused me. I could fight back if I wanted to. But then they would attack Mariska and Shay. And they can't protect themeselves. I'm Alexia, and this is the story of the five most annoying cruel people I go to high school with.


8. Monday with Zayn


My weekend was awesome! I spent it with Lou! He's not such a bad guy, I guess. But he's funny, a lot. Although since I still had a deal with him, I had to wait till Friday to hang with him again. Today I'm going with Zayn straight after school. Then Tuesday is Liam day, then Harry for Wensday, Thursday is Niall. Then on Friday back at Lou's! Ha ha, it sounded as if we were really great friends... even though I felt something more.. but Louis said it was just a kiss.

Sighing, I walked toward where Zayn said his parking space was. A19. When I got to the A's, I counted nineteen spaces and sure as hell, there was a Harley Davidson motorcycle. I should have known this is what Zayn would drive.

After a few minutes of waiting. Zayn showed up with a small smile. He handed me a red helmet. "That's yours, premaritally." I smiled. "Thanks, Malik." He chuckled. Just then I noticed the flames painted on the side of his bike. "Nice flames." "Thanks." He said with another smile. "Even ridden one?" I shook my head placing my helmet on. "You can hold onto me if you want?" I chuckled and nodded. "Sure, Malik." He climbed on, I climbed on after him and wrapped my arms around his middle. Kinda awkward.

He revved it up before he actually began to go. I think he was going A LOT over the speed limit, because everything became a blur to me. I really wondered if he could see what he was doing. My grip tightened around him and he chuckled. I noticed he had no helmet. "You don't have a helmet?" I think I might have yelled. He shook his head. "Nope!" Ok, so we were both yelling.

About after a fifteen minute ride he pulled up to a medium sized whitish grey house and parked. I jumped off the back and took off my helmet. "Do I have helmet hair?" He asked. I shook my head. "You didn't wear a helmet!" I chuckled and we began to walk inside. "Has your heart slowed down? It was beating pretty fast on the way here." My body froze. "Um.. yes, I think so." We walked inside.

His mum was the first to hug me. "You must be Alexia! The boys talk about you all the time!" I chuckled looking at Zayn. "Mum.." he said. She smiled. "Oh, sorry dear, well. I'm going back into the kitchen to make dinner." With that she left. "So, you boys talk about me?" I asked following Zayn upstairs. He chuckled. "It's mainly Louis." He said and we walked into his room. It's not a zoo, but it's not clean.

We laughed falling back on Zayn's bed. I just beat him five times in Black Ops. "When did you get so good at this game?!" He asked and flipped over, I sat back up and shrugged. "Oh, just a talent I think." I shrugged again and Zayn sat up too. We began to talk, it was just small chat. Soon enough I'd fallen asleep..

When I woke up, I was laying right next to Zayn... and trust me.... we were REALLY close... I shot up and looked around thinking that I'd been raped. Thank God, Zayn had an alarm clock right by his side of the bed, I looked at it. seven fifteen! WE WERE LATE! Oh dammit. I shook Zayn, he fidgeted and sat up rubbing his eyes. "What?" He asked, I could hear annoyance. "Um. We're late for school." He shot up just as I ran to the bathroom to change.

As we made it to the school, I saw a worry faced Liam, a sleepy looking Niall and a worried/scared face Louis waiting at the school doors. What the hell? We ran from Zayn's parking space. Liam was the first to hug me, then came sleepy Niall, and the last to hug me was Louis, it seemed kinda awkward but Louis's hug lasted longer. "Why were you guys so late?" Liam asked looking from me to Zayn. "Slept in." I replied. Liam nodded, Louis walked into the school not saying anything, why did he seem so pissed off? I shrugged it off and walked inside.

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