Good girl?

Zayn and Jade are two completely different people. She's shy insecure self conscious and mega quite plus she's a bit of a nerd who gets bullied. He's the bad boy who's dark dangerous confident and he doesn't give two shits about what people think of him plus he's the bully. She's only got eleven friends while he's friends with everyone.

They don't talk or go near each others unless he's beating her up but one class project they get paired together. Her friends don't like her being with him but she has no choice. She then realises he's different to normal guys. Soon things change but
Is she the good girl or the bad girl?


8. chapter 8

Jades p.o.v

I woke up the next morning in a bed. I don't remember going asleep in a bed oh well. I got up and walked down stairs to see Zayn cooking breakfast.

"Morning" he said


"You sleep well?"

"Yes thanks you you?"

"Yes thank you"

We ate breakfast and we went to sit in the living room. He put the telly on. I then saw a picture of Zayn when he was younger with his mum.

"Is that your mum?"


"She's beautiful"


"hope you don't mind me asking but were are you parents?"

"It's fine. Well my dad ran out on me and my mum two years ago when I was twelve and became apart of that gang and my mum died"

"Oh I'm sorry"

"It's fine"

"What happened to her?"

"I don't know"

"Oh that's sad I'm sorry"

"It's fine. I'm gonna take a shower quick if you don't mind?"


Then he left. All of a sudden the front door broke down and five people came barging in and gathered around me I started shaking.

"Everything alright Jade?" I heard Zayn shout I didn't know what to say. Then the window smashed behind me and two more people came in a grabbed me. They then dragged me outside. I tried breaking free but I couldn't they were to strong.

"ZAYN HELP HELP ME!" I screamed and saw him run out the house and run after me but it was to Late I was thrown in a van.

They tied my hands behind my back and tied my feet together so I couldn't try and do anything. Then I saw right guys sitting around me. One was my dad. Zayn wasn't lying. I felt scared. I wanted to cry but I couldn't. Then my dad bent down to me.

"This might hurt a bit" he said evilly

"What might?!" Then I felt and injection in my neck and everything went black.

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