Bad for Me

When Ally moves to a new school, once again after her father changed locations in the military, he meets a lot of good people. But in the midst of everyone welcoming her and new friendships, she meets him. Zayn Malik, the schools bad boy rebel. Her friends tell her to watch out, but something tells her to go for the chase.


7. New Feelings?

             For the rest of the day, I was mesmerized and phased out, not sure what to think or what to do. Music came and went, Dr. Keebaugh lectured us about Roman Theatre. A positive note was when Zayn came in with a short sleeved shirt on, showing off his huge muscles that made his tattoos burst out. Of course, he saw me looking at him and winked. "So you liked what you saw?" Hearing his voice behind me, I turn around and close my locker. I shrug and bite my lip, afraid to say anything. "Come on Ally." Zayn pushes. "You can tell me." He smirks. I look up at him, and give a short but distinct nod. Showing his white teeth, Zayn smiles.

           "So, can I see your cell phone?" He asks innocently. "I don't have one." I tell him simply. "Okay." Zayn replies, but I see he is disappointed. "I'm sorry, Zayn." I apologize. "For not believing you." "Don't say that." He steps closer. "We all make mistakes." I suddenly smell his cologne, and smile a little. I love guys who smell good. "Zayn," I start to ask him something, but something stops me. "I love the way you say my name." Zayn mumbles in my ear, pushing me back towards the lockers. "I gotta go." I say hesitantly.

           Prying my eyes of the ground, I look into his deep brown eyes. "Bye." He whispers as I walk out of his arms, and back into the open hallway."Wait!" Zayn suddenly shouts. I turn around, and met with the crashing of his soft lips on mine. "Allyson." Zayn mumbles on my lips, and I shake under his arms. Pleasure overwhelms my body, and I can't feel a thing except for his gentle touch that caresses my body. The coldness of Zayn's hands excites me, but unfortunately I pull back, worrying I was going to fall. For a moment, we just stare at each other with longing and surprise.

           Realizing I have a place to go, and an Aunt to worry over, I take Zayn's hand in mine, and play with it. "Bye Zayn." With that, I kiss his cheek and shuffle away. I took one last glance before running out of school into the pouring rain. He was just standing there, watching me walk away from him. Feeling guilty, I blow him a kiss, and prepare for the cold, hard rain. 

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