Bad boys do it better

Hello, my name is Susan. You don't know me, but I bet you do know one of my classmates of High School, Zayn Malik. He really was the bad boy of the school.


1. A note

WARNING!!!!!!!!! THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Susan's p.o.v.:

Hello, class. I am professor Anderson. I'll be your teacher of English. Now, I want each of you to introduce yourself. James, you first!" The boy next to me stood up. He has short, dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Hi, I'm James. I am 17 years old and I have one twin brother. I play guitare." He said and smiled to me; even though I don't know him. Then, it was my turn. I didn't have lots to tell. I'm 17, I don't have any brothers or sisters and I like music. The next one was Zayn. Damn, he's hot. Zayn is in the soccer team of the school. Mix that with his looks and you get the most popular boy of the entire school. The other members of the soccer team are Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson and a fiew other boys but I don't know their names. During lunch, I sat alone in the cafetaria. But then, James - the boy with dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes sat down next to me. "So, you're Susan?" He asked; I nodded. "And you're James, right?" He nodded. "Why do we have to be in the same class as Zayn?" he mumbled. "You don't like him?" "Not at all. Do you like him?" "I don't really know him." "Keep it that way." said James serious. "Why?" "He's nothing but trouble." James seemed really pissed off so I didn't ask further. I went to my locker to get my book for the next lesson. To my surprise; I found a note in it. It said: 'Come to the boys toilet after school. Make sure you're alone!' Who was it from? Was it from James? Probably not, then he should've just asked me. I went to my next lesson, biology. My thoughts weren't following the lessons. Who sent me that note? Should I go? Better not... It's probably just a trick to get me in trouble. But I'm so curious...

Zayn's p.o.v.:

There is this girl in my class who is... different. Susan or something like that. But I can't just go talk to her. I'm the bad boy fo the school, I'm popular. Popular students don't just talk to students who aren't popular. So I left a note in her locker. Finally, school was finished. I stole an extra key and went to the boys' toilet. Ten minutes later, she arrived. "Zayn? That note was yours?" She asked; I nodded. "You're late." "I didn't want anyone to see me in the boys' bathroom." "Fair point." I said while locking the door. "What are you doing?" "Giving us some privacy." "What for?" I sighed. "Do you always ask so many questions?" I asked annoyed. "Sorry..." she mumbled. She is actually way to pretty to just talk to so I started to undress myself. She was looking at me. "Do the same." I ordered her. "NO! You're not going to fucking rape me!" She screamed; I laughed at her choice of words. "I know you want it. Then, it's not raping." I came closer to her, only wearing my boxer shorts and my jeans. I held her head in my hand and kissed her hard. "Zayn..;" She mumbled as I was undressing her; now she was only wearing her bra and her panties. While kissing passionly, she pulled my jeans down. Five minutes later, we were both naked. For occasions like this, I always have a fiew condoms in my backpack. Susan gave me a boner by first kissing the bottom of my belly and then going slightly up to my neck. After I put the condom on, I put my penis her. She was standing against the wall; moaning loudly. I knew she enjoyed it; even though you could see it was hurting her. She made me moan as well. "Fuck, Susan..." I moaned. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Eventually, we stopped; not knowing how late it was. I checked my phone: 5 pm. We dressed in silence and went home. Damn, that girl is good...


Author's message:

Hey guys! I hope you guys loved it! Sorry if there are any mistakes in it, English isn't my native language.

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