The boots tapped the concrete sidewalks, in a two-beat pattern. His jean pocket jingles, keys, cellphone, and wallet bouncing against each other. He walked with swagger, head nodding towards the girls that drooled with their mouths wide open.
He was going to be that kid with a really bright future. He was going to study English and be an English teacher. He was going to make good money and have a good life. He was going to make a good name for himself. He did the unexpected.
He never tells anyone his secrets. He never did. No one knew a lot about him, and they never will. He had a different way of life, and no one could describe it without giving it some thought.
See, everyone knows one thing. He ran the streets. He didn't do drugs or steal. No, that wasn't his thing. He was there, because of this person he is looking out for.
He did it to protect and help his mum. She wasn't doing very well with what she made, and he wanted to help her out. At the moment, she was on a family vacation around the world. He paid for it, only to keep her away from the madness he doesn't want her to get into.
His phone rang, so he picked it up.
"Meet me in the alley down the street from the bar. We have a situation." A voice whispered.
"Be there in ten." He replied.
Something, always something was happening. He rushed to his car, hopping in and driving away. When he reached his destination, he parked and ran.
"Zayn!" Someone called to him.
He looked back, and saw what happened. The revolution has started, and they wanted Zayn.