The Bitch Inside (Zayn Malik Fan Fic)

Ronnie that is me and I am the baddest bitch in school. Manly because I have done every bad thing you can dream or think of. Including everyone except this one kid and his stupid little group. Oh and how I hate him. Although we have many similarities and in a way he kind of is the guy version of me. But I honestly hate him ever since middle school. Now I have stumbled on to a huge problem. We both got assigned to do the huge science project together and not only is it a shit load of work to do but also add stress with him around, also my ex is back in town. Read to Find Out More!


13. 12: Sweet Nightmares

Ronnie's P.O.V-

              As I got up from the floor I couldn't help but notice mascara dried on my cheeks, ugh it was a tough fucking night. Hey at least its Sunday so I can stay in. When I finally got to my bathroom to wash my face there was a knock on the door. Well its nine o'clock bet its my mother for calling me down for breakfast. Opening the door I was surprised to find a dozen roses held by Charles, this is so cute.

"Bonjour miss hottie, I am taking you out today and you better get dressed in twenty minutes casually, so meet you downstairs." From there he left and my plan of staying in was over amazing.(note the sarcasm)

 I took a quick five minute shower and wiped the ugly dried makeup from the previous night. Finally  a clean face I restarted doing my makeup except giving it a light touch and then when done I picked out my outfit. Since its almost summer and the weather is in between spring, I picked out a dress with a cardigan. After twenty minutes I was ready. Walking slowly downstairs I saw Charles talking to someone at the door, the person was definitely a boy by the voice which was familiar. I stayed up the stairs listening to the conversation.

"Hey is Ronnie here."

"Umm no sorry bro."

"Oh then can you tell her something then."

"Ok when when she comes back I'll tell her."

"Tell her to call me and that I love her."

"Alright, I will bye."


 Huh I wonder why he would lie to Zayn that really seems strange. Walking down the stairs I am greeted by a adorable smiling face.

"Y-you look great Ron,now may we go."

"Alright sir, but first was there someone at the door a second ago?"

"Yea the mailman."

"Okay then." What a lie the biggest one I ever heard. But whatever today Zayn wont be the problem today in fact everything is going to be perfect.

An hour later we arrived to what seemed to be the fair. Yay i always loved the fair. Getting out of the car i couldn't help but notice how much Charles was in thought. I wonder what he was thinking about. Was it about me? Maybe Zayn? It had to be something bad, I dont even think he noticed the huge frown on his face. So i made him snap out of it and directed him towards the go carts. 


We had spent the whole day at the fair eating funnel cake, candy floss, riding the crazy rides. All the rides ride except one. The magical Ferris Wheel, it really did look magical at night (current setting). So we started walking towards the wheel. Any girl would have said this was the perfect date, though the entire day i felt empty and I couldn't help but to repeatably think about Zayn. Whatever, after a couple minutes we made on to a slow moving cart. Just us two on a slow moving cart, nothing between us, the fair lights lighting up like a fairytale. It was perfect so once at the top of the wheel we both leaned in and planted our lips on each others. A small kiss leading to a lip bite, then our tongues just syncing. Wonderful isn't it, although an Image of Zayn kept constantly popping up in my head. Seriously now its getting annoying, I cant help to make out with my date in this perfect setting without thinking about this fucktard.

Landing, our sweet make out session was over. Although i still couldn't stop thinking it, uggh.

So it was time to make our trip back home. The entire trip we sat there quiet both in thought. Sadly I know there was problem, I couldn't be with darling Charles. Even though he is the sweetest most charming guy ever my heart for now belongs to someone else.

Back home we still didn't say a word but five minutes in Charles came in and asked what's wrong. I sighed and finally spit out the truth "I know what I want...and it isn't you." He gave a sudden death stare I didn't expect. In a angry voice he started to say.

"What or who is it that you want."

"Umm... Zayn." With pure anger raging through his face in a way I never had seen him like before I received a burning, stinging pain on my cheek. He had punched my face and missed my eye by a little. I felt endless tears, pain so I just screamed. No one was home to hear me. Collapsing on to the floor and bring my knees to my head I just cried. Finally he spoke again, this time more softer and calm. (btw this was a first of him hitting me)

"I'm sorry sweetheart but your mine and your for sure are not leaving me, understand?" I just shook my head terrified and still crying. After he had just left the room without a word. Not even caring about the huge bruise he had left on my cheek. That night I cried myself to sleep and dreamed of kissing Zayn once more.





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