Beautiful Tragedy *Zayn Malik*

I hate everything about you, you're eyes, you're smile, you're accent. Everything. I hate how I crave the taste of your lips, I hate it how the mere thought of you makes me tingle inside. Everything about you, is a tragedy. But you, Zayn Malik, are one Beautiful Tragedy.


2. Chapter Two


Clary's POV


"May I help you?" The secretary asked me, all my brothers were standing behind me. 

"Uh, yeah." I said. "My brothers and I are new this year? We were told to come to get our schedules." I added and she nodded.

"Ah, the Sikes, am I correct?" She asked and I nodded. She opened the drawer to her desk and pulled out five pieces of paper, one for each of us. "Here you go." She said, handing the papers to me. I thanked her then we walked out into the hall way. I gave each of my brothers their papers once we got out there.

"Well," I said to them. "See ya." I said then skipped off, towards my locker. 


My locker number and combinations was printed on the sheet of paper with my classes on it, I quickly found my locker, noticing the group of boys standing in front of it. I stood there, tapping my foot as they talked to each other, finally after a few more minutes, they noticed me. 


"Can I help you?" He dark haired boy said. Bradford accent.

"Uh, yeah you're leaning against my locker." I replied to him.

"Oh, this one? Right here?" He asked, pointing behind him.

"Yes, that one." I said to him.

"That's cool." He said and his friends laughed.

"Come on, Zayn." His blonde friend said. Mmm, Irish. Zayn looked at me and smirked then moved out of the way, I smiled at him then walked to my locker, unlocking it with its combination. 

"So, what's your name?" Zayn asked.

"Why do you care?" I asked him, putting my purse in my locker and taking my cell phone out of it, he smiled then took my purse out of my locker, taking out my wallet. "Hey! You can't do that!" I said to him, trying to grab it back but he dodged it. 

"I don't care," He said, opening my wallet and smiling. "Clarissa Lee Anne Sikes." He said and I rolled my eyes, snatching my purse and wallet back from him. 

"It's Clary." I replied to him, putting my purse back in. "And who are you?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I'm Zayn," He replied. "And this is Niall, Louis, Liam, and Harry."

"Cool." I replied to him and he smirked. "I can see that I don't like you already, Zayn." I replied to him. I totally lied, he's gorgeous.

"Good, because no body does." He replied then him and his little group walked off down the hall, I can tell he's a jerk just from looking at him. 


I shut my locker door and headed off to my first period class, Geography. I walked in to class and everyone looked at me, knowing I was new. I looked over to the teacher and smiled, he smiled back then looked down at a piece of paper and back at me. 


"Clarissa Sikes?" He asked and I nodded.

"Actually it's Clary." I said and he nodded.
"Take a seat, please." He said to me and I nodded and took my seat in a desk at the back of the room, and not even seconds later, Zayn and Louis walk in.

"First day of school, and you two are already late." The teacher said.

"Yeah, Mr. Dirk, we know." Louis said to him, him and Zayn both made their way to the back of the room and in the two desks to the right of me. 

"Oh, hey." Zayn said, looking at me. "It's Clary." I rolled my eyes then looked down at my phone. "What, are we too bad for you?" Zayn asked, I looked up at him and he smiled at me, showing his teeth. He was the most cutest smile. I hate it. 

"No, you're just a jerk." I replied and he smiled.

"Awe, thank you." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"You really don't care what people think of you, do you?" I asked him and he shook his head. 

"No, not really." He replied. "The more people that hate me, the less people I have to worry about." He said.

"You're pathetic." I spat.

"And you're hot when you insult me." Zayn said and I rolled my eyes in disgust. "Get over it." He added.

"Oh, I am over it." I replied.

"Do I need to separate you two?" Mr. Dirk asked us and Zayn shook his head.

"No, sir." Zayn replied and he nodded, going back to his work until he started the lesson.

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