Trouble Maker (Finished)

Zayn is a player. Hazel is a innocent girl. When Hazel falls in love with Zayn, she is afraid he will play her just like he did the others. Will he stand by her? Or will he betray her like he did before?


5. Secrets and Surprises

Ashlyn walked away like a "snob" Is what everyone says.

I just sat there with a shocked look on my face.

"Wait.. Hazel, what are those scars from?" Zayn asked. 

I just froze there.

"Umm..." I said as i stood up and ran away.

I was speeding through the hallway and then i ran into Ashlyn.

I fell down and landed on my back,

"Ewww! What the hell you whore! I have an idea, how about... Um, let's see, don't breathe the same air as me." She scoffed.

"Shut up, I was just running." I scoffed back.

"Still stay out of my way, slut." She said, looking me straight in the face.

"Shut the hell up." I told her.

"Whatever. I don't want to be seen with unpopular people like you." She remarked, then walked away.

I hated her. I just met her and already, I could tell she was no good, obviously. I brushed my feelings about her and walked down the hall. I had to think about what I was going to do and where I was going to live. Of course, I will never go back to my father. He was not a good person to live with, considering he killed my mum. I walked until I reached room number 10, I looked inside and saw that a class was already in session. Had I missed the lunch bell? Most likely not, I didn't see any people come out of the lunch room. I was confused, but payed no attention to it. This was the least of my problems.

"Hey, Hazel!" I heard a voice say, I automatically knew it was Zayn.

"What Zayn." I snapped.

"Nothing, just wanted to say sorry about Ashlyn, you know, doing that stuff to you." He said, looking sympathetic.

"It's fine I don't even care about her." I reassured him, trying to sound tough.

"I know your just saying that, I can tell." Zayn said, walking closer to me.

"Yeah, um..." I said uncomfortably, it was awkward how close he was getting to me.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked, smirking. Before I could answer, he reached me, nose length apart.

"What are you doing...?" I asked him uncomfortably.

"This." He said leaning in close to me. He started to close his eyes and grabbed my face.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I heard someone behind Zayn say. It was obviously Ashlyn. I heard Zayn groan and say:

"Leave us alone Ashlyn. I am so sick of you interfering with my life! Let it go! I have moved on!" He said, getting angry.

"Ugh, you are such a liar, Zayn. I know you just want to hook up with someone else and then go to some other girl." Ashlyn remarked. Zayn looked at me and back at Ashlyn.

"What are you talking about Ashlyn?" He said, looking confused.

"You know what I mean. All you want to do is hook up with girls and then dump them. Like you did to me, and Rachel, and Beth." Ashlyn said, smirking at Zayn.

"Shut up, this time is different." He said, looking at Ashlyn then straight into my eyes.

"How? It's just like everyone else, Zayn. You don't actually love her." Ashlyn said, looking at Zayn with a dirty look. I was confused. If she hated me why did I feel like she was protecting me? I liked Zayn, but since she said those things I felt like I was just another one of his other girls.

"It just is. Go away Ashlyn, and stay away from us." Zayn said, looking stern.

"Pshhh...OK, fine." Ashlyn remarked, walking away. I wanted top say some mean things to her, but that would be mean.

"I'm sorry again about her." Zayn said softly, leaning into me again. I pushed him away, and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I want to know this, was Ashlyn telling the truth? Do you seriously think I will fall for your game? Do you just hook up with every girl in the whole freaking school?" I asked him. He looked hurt, like he had just seen his new dog die on the spot.

"No, of course not, I like you." Zayn said, leaning into me again. For some reason I let him get close to me this time. Before he could get any closer, he fell over. I saw him lie on the ground, motionless. I couldn't handle it. It was just like when my mother's lifeless body was lying on the ground.

"Zayn?! Zayn!" I yelled, starting to cry. He just lied there, motionless. I was scared. He was still breathing, but he looked dead to me. I had no idea what happened. I had no idea if he was going to be alright.

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