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"He lets go of me, looking sadly down at his toes for a moment.
Then his facial expression changes and it goes hard.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is looking, and then he graps my arm, hard, and pushes me up against the nearest wall. I feel the cold, hard brick wall against my back and Zayn is like 3 cm from my face. His hands are resting on the wall on either side of my head.
I cannot move and I feel completely trapped. I can feel his body heat and his hot breath on my face.
I shiver. He scares me, but at the same time he is god damn sexy.

"Who have you talked to? Are people talking?" How does he even expect me to answer this when he's literally crushing me up against a fucking wall?"

A fanfiction about a new girl and the bad boy, Zayn Malik.

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10. Confrontation

My next class I just want to get over with. I pick a seat at the windows, as I am just going to have my eyes pinned to the trees out there throughout the class anyways. My mind is going crazy. I don't know what to think about Zayn anymore. I mean should I judge him? And how could I not? Should I be straight out scared of him and avoid him? I have no idea what to do, and no idea how I will react the next time I see him. 



I had hoped to sit alone today - with my crazy thoughts, but the pretty blonde girl who sat with the boys yesterday takes the seat next to me. She gives me an energetic smile, that makes me question if she has had too much sugar. 
She literally reminds me of cotton candy! Her hair is blonde - almost white, and her lipgloss and her sweater is pink along with her gum.


"Hi Lou!" She says even more energetic, like if we were best friends. 
I like this girl already. 


"Hi!..." I say, but I really cannot remember her name. 


She doesn't seem to mind.

"Tamara," she says with a shrug and place her maths book in front of her on the table.


I look around at the other students, and I see no one else I recognize. 

No Zayn.

I didn't even know that i was looking for him, and neither do I know whether to feel disappointed or happy that we don't share another class.


"Thank god, you are on my maths team! I would have been such a loner," Tamara says to me, and I agree with her. So would I, I guess.


I decide to delete Zayn from my mind untill this class is over, and I can get back home, so I just chat with Tamara for most of the lesson. 


She is a ral sweetheart in that innocent, naive -, rich girl way. She really isn't that clever, and I have to help her out all the time. Which does not bother me at all though. Fashion and nails - and all that - is more her thing I guess. 


**
 

In the hallway I see Zayn with his friends, standing by the lockers. They are showing him something on their phones and they are all laughing. Zayn notice me as I grab my bag from my own locker. He doesn't say anything, he just stop laughing while his friends look at me in confusion.

I look down and make it to the exit.

 

 

I make it 10 meters, and then I feel a pull in my arm. 


"Hey," 
It's Zayn.


"Hey," I say not making eye contact by looking straight forward, as I keep walking.


"What's the rush for? You have to be somewhere?" he looks in the same direction as me to see what I'm looking at, still holding around my arm. 
 

I brush it off me. Ok, so am I scared of him now? 


"Hey there," he puts his hands on my shoulders, and hold me there until I look into his eyes.
His hands feel big and warm, and I cringe under his touch. I can feel my hear beat. 



"Did I do something wrong?" he asks, trying to pull an answer out of me.


"No," I break eye contact again and take a step back. Why does he have to get so close, so intense. 



He lets go of me, looking sadly down at his toes for a moment. 
Then his facial expression changes and it goes hard. 



He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is looking, and then he graps my arm, hard, and pushes me up against the nearest wall. I feel the cold, hard brick wall against my back and Zayn is like 3 cm from my face. His hands are resting on the wall on either side of my head. 
I cannot move and I feel completely trapped. I can feel his body heat and his hot breath on my face. 
I shiver. He scares me, but at the same time he is god damn sexy.



"Who have you talked to? Are people talking?" How does he even expect me to answer this when he's literally crushing me up against a fucking wall?
 


He must realize this, because he takes a small step backwards, giving me more space. He looks like a lost child for just a second - scared and ashamed of his own actions.



"So is it true? You killed some guy?" I'm not afraid anymore, he seems just ashamed now.



He makes a face, and then puches the wall with his right fist. Hard. I jump back.
It's bleeding, but he just looks at it. He spits over his shoulder. 


"..sometimes the water just gets.. too deep for you," he shrugs, looking down to hide his strong emotions. 
He punches the wall again even harder.
He groans.
 

 

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