My Bully (a Zayn Malik fanfic)

"I hate you Zayn Malik" Hey I'm Prudence I know seriously old fashioned but you can call me Prue. I hate school mostly because of my worst enemy Zayn Malik, he is in one of the most arrogant people on the planet. I moved to Australia two years ago and now I moved back to London Zayn has become the member of one of the most famous boy bands on the planet, One Direction now hes more big headed then ever how am I gonna survive.


1. My enemy



Prue's p.o.v

As soon as the bell went for the end of school I ran out of the classroom as fast as I could. I had to get away from Zayn and his mates. I rushed to the exit and there he was Zayn Malik my bully. I tried to run away but he grabbed my arm and pulled me against the wall before I'd even moved my feet.

'Oy Prue I got lots of homework Maths, History and Geography get it done or else your dead' he hissed.

'Um yes sir um I mean Zayn' I mumbled.

My hands shook as he passed me the homework. He gave me a fake grin and him and his mates started walking away.

'No' I shouted before I could stop myself.

Zayn stopped in his footsteps and turned around, he slowly stomped towards me his boots echoed on the wooden floor.

'You are dead Prue' he screamed.

He got his fist ready to punch me. But I stayed strong and slapped him across the face. His eyes grew more menacing looking as his cheek turned red from the slap.

'Get her' he called.

Two of his mates grabbed me by the neck of my school shirt and pushed my against the wall.

'Prue you have one last chance do my homework and don't ever slap me again or you will never see the light of day again' he shrieked.

I guessed that the best to do would be to take his homework and leave,but no one had ever stood up to Zayn before this could be my big chance for people to notice me.

I leaned towards him, 'I've already said no how many times do I have to stay it thicko' I said.

I closed my eyes and got ready for what ever Zayn was going to do to me, but before he could do anything our english teacher came down the coridor.

'Zayn Malik, Prudence King never have I seen such bab behaviour slapping and teasing go to the head now' she shouted.

A few minutes later me and Zayn were sitting outside the heads office waiting to be punished.

'This is stupid anyway I'm leaving in a week' I muttered to myself.

'Wheres posh Prue going then?' he cooed.

I glared at him, 'thats for me to know and you to find out'.

We were silent after that, I couple of times I saw Zayn grinning to himself, I bet he was dying to tell Mrs Jones all about how I'd slapped him. Thats another thing I hate about Zayn he never misses the chance to get some one else into trouble.

'Hey come in' called Mrs Jones.

Me and Zayn got up from our seats and walked into her office.

'I got told by a student that you Zayn have been forcing Prudence to do your homework. And you Prue slapped Zayn is this true'?

'No I never did anything to Prue she just slapped me' mumbled Zayn like he was a toddler.

'Thats not true' I shouted getting out of my chair all set to punch him.

'Sit down now' said Mrs Jones she did'nt say it loudly but there was anger in her voice.

'Ok Prue as you only did it once and your leaving next week you will have a weeks detention, off you go'. I picked up my school bag and leflt the room, there was no way I was missing the chance of Zayn been told off so I looked through the keyhole.

`Now Zayn this is'nt the first time you've been here is it'.

'No miss' Zayn mumbled, for once he did'nt look like my bully who was a year ahead of me at school he looked like some tiny helpless child.

'I'm sorry Zayn but your excluded until further notice' she said.

Zayn came out of the office looking like he was about to cry, but he tried to stay strong.

'Listen here Prue you tell anyone abot this and your dead. Got it'? he hissed.

I nodded and walked out of school to the carpark. I did'nt know why but for some reason I did'nt feel happy that Zayn was being excluded, I almost felt sorry for him. As I walked home I thought to myself I'm leaving to go and live in Australia in a week. Finally I could get away from Zayn for good, while I'm living the dream in Australia he'll be the boy stuck in the UK in his lame life.

'I hate you Zayn Malik I hate you' I said to myself as the bus arrived at my house.

In a week I would be free from school and more importantly free from Zayn Malik for ever.

Authors note

Hey guys so this book is probably quite boring at the moment but it will get more exicting. Please comment and tell me if you like it. :-)


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