Three Words

Jordan Stewart, a junior in Alburry Hills High School, is not book smart nor is she street smart. She is just a regular girl with average grades and a decent piece of mind. The only thing in her way is the leather jacket and the black sun glasses, followed by the facial appearance of black hair and gorgeous hazel brown eyes.


15. Love Is Like A Battlefield

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted lately. I've been really busy transporting my brother from PA to NY and other personal business. I am posting another chapter today and I just hope you enjoy!! I also want to talk about one more thing. BEST SONG EVER OMG WHAT!! I CAN'T! WITH THE 'ZACH' AND THE 'HARRY'S FLIRTY FACE' AND THE 'MARCEL' AND THE DANCING AND JUST OMG ASDFGHJKL WHAT EVEN I CAN'T EVEN I AM UNABLE TO EVEN AND JUST NO. Okay, fangirlling is over(: Hope you enjoy!!


The next day? Yes I went to school. I mean, I don't have to deal with that drama that was a lie. I should of trusted Zayn, I was just angry. I overreacted as usual, but now it's different. I have friends and family who care and I have the greatest person!! Yeah, I haven't been calling Zayn my boyfriend. It's just a really weird thing to say. Zayn Malik is my boyfriend. It just doesn't seem like the thing I would be saying last year. It's just different. Of course, I'm still referring to last year. I'm really trying to put the past... in the past. It's been helping a bit, but lately it hasn't. Michael still is very cautious when it comes to Zayn, but at least he's back in his own home with Ellen. As I walked into school, I noticed Zayn with his friends. I smiled, he seemed busy in a convo, so I began to walk to the cafeteria. That's when I felt two arms around my waist, pulling me towards them. I turned myself to see Zayn.

"Hey babe." I heard him say. I smirked, kissing his lips.

"Why don't you come over to meet my friends. I've met yours." He whispered, rubbing his thumb on my cheek. I smiled to myself as I glanced over at them.

"I don't think they like me." I mumbled.

"Of course they do. Why wouldn't they?"

"Maybe because they bullied me last year." I smirked, looking into Zayn's eyes. He rolled his and glanced at them.

"Babe, you're my girl. If one of them lays a finger on you, I'll smash their jaw." he joked, holding my hand. I smirked, looking at the ground.

"Come on. They won't be that bad." he whispered, walking me over to his friends. The friends went from smile and joking to serious and confused.

"Hey guys." Zayn greeted, acting as if this was a normal thing.

"Babe, you know Marcus, Kyle, and Drew, right?" he asked me, rubbing his thumb on mine. I squeezed his hand and smiled.

"I think I do." I mumbled, a bit nervous. Marcus smirked and looked into my eyes.

"You don't got to be shy around us." he started.

"We're just chillin' villains." Drew smirked. Kyle was being quiet as the rest of us staid in an everyday conversation. I smiled, this was going a bit well. I felt Zayn's hand squeeze mine as he began to back away.

"I'm going to walk Jordan to class." he smiled, looking at me.

"Jordan?" Kyle looked up, reaching his eyes with mine. The other two were a bit curious as well. All Zayn did was chuckle at them.

"Yes, Kyle. She actually has a first name." he teased. I giggled as we walked down the hall.

"Your friends are nice." I told him. He nodded.

"I hope so." he looked into my eyes. We made it over to my locker where Zayn had began to tickle my sides, trying to mess the combination up. I giggled but I got the locker up with no distraction. Zayn's pouty face arrive across his smile, which made me smirk.

"Maybe next time." I whispered, bringing my lips to his. His lips always made me smile. Even if mine weren't even close to his. His tongue then began to lick my lower lip, wanting to enter. I giggled, but I bit his lower lip. He pulled away slowly.

"You're no fun." he joked, placing his hands on my hips.

"Zayn, we'll be late for class." I smirked, grabbing my things. He reached out to hold my books, but I wouldn't let him. I shook my head, slowly looking over at Stacy's locker. She was giggling to herself, looking deep into my eyes. That look, it was the evil eyes. I felt myself get nervous. Zayn had noticed, because he let go of me.

"You alright?" he asked me. I nodded, closing my locker.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I need to use the rest room." I told him. He nodded.

"I'll meet you in class then." He kissed my forehead, slowly walking to class. As I began to walk towards the bathroom, Stacy stopped me.

"Maybe you didn't hear me right when I told you to back away from my boyfriend." she smirked. I gave out a fake laugh.

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yes, my god damn boyfriend is not some toy you play with."

"He's my boyfriend, sorry to break it to you." when I began to walk some more, I felt two hands collide into my back, causing me to loose my balance and collapse onto the ground. My books were scattered everywhere. I slowly stood up and looked at her. she gave me a fake smile.

"I'm sick of you pushing me around." I mumbled before slapping her. Her jaw dropped as she looked at me.

"Did you just slap me?" she questioned, but she knew the answer. She then grabbed my hair and began to pull. I let out a little scream as I began to his on her arm. She pushed me down and sat on me, slowly throwing slaps at me. I rolled her over so that I could be hitting her now. She was trying to bang on my chest for me to get off, but by that time, there were a few teachers. Even Hanson.

"Girls! What has gotten into you?" she asked us.

"Jordan was trying to beat me up! I was only trying to defend myself." she told her.,

"That's a lie, you pushed me down first!" I shouted. I could hear the teachers talking among themselves until they grabbed our arms.

"Office, Now!!" Ms. Hanson declared. She walked us to the office and slowly sat us down in different areas of the room. Great, what else can go wrong?

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