The Bad Boy Prince

People say that he is a gentleman, I think he's a bad boy prince. But for some reason, I obsessed with him.


4. Mothers and Motherfuckers

Nervously sipping my milk, I carefully watched Zayn.

He was normally eating. But it seemed creepy.

He looked up, "What?" I shook my head and looked back down. "Better be nothing," he growled quietly. I gulped. I elbowed Tracy.

Remembering his words I whispered, "Are you pregnant?" Tracy shook her head in shock. "Gross, why?" she whispered back. "Nothing." I lied still hearing Zayn's words in my head. They were reapeating over and over.

"So, how are you doing in America, in terms of school?"

"Great. I have had honor roll since the fourth grade. So, pretty awesome." I replied with a mouthful of cereal.

"Dressed like that?"

I glared at Zayn. "Keep talking, pretty boy. Keep talking."

"Alright. You're a freak who doesn't belong here and who belongs out in the streets. Honestly, you're not fit for royalty, prettiness." he smirked, leaning back in his chair like a douchebag king he is.

Tears welled in my eyes, feeling like heavy buckets.

"You don't understand," I muttered, letting tears fall into my bowl. "You don't understand what its like to be an only child, with no damn father. You're a lucky prince, you are. Having a father and a mother and three sisters. You wanna keep insulting me cunt?! Go ahead." I cried. I grabbed my cereal and dumped it all over him.


Sobbing on my pillow, there was a knock.

"Fuck you!" I screamed grabbing a pillow and throwing at a person who had just entered my room.

"Me?" A lady's voice asked. I looked up from my tear-stained  pillow to see...


"Mom! Mom!" I jumped from my bed to hug her. "Hello dear." she smiled into my shoulder. She looked so different from what I imagined. Her hair was dark and curly. She had grey eyes that were beautiful.

"I'm sorry," she said sadly. I let go. "It's fine. I'm glad to get to see you again. Did you hear the news?"

"I know. George is gone. That's why I'm sorry. He turned the gun on himself." Mother quivered. The same tears began to rise. "Please-" I croaked. "I'm sorry." Mom hugged me once more and we began crying together.

Times like these could not get better.


Hi...I'm Jenya. So this is my story and im hoping that more people will like it. SO THANK YOU FOR DA LOVE! Sorry its a stupid chapter...sorta having WB. :) 


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