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"He lets go of me, looking sadly down at his toes for a moment.
Then his facial expression changes and it goes hard.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is looking, and then he graps my arm, hard, and pushes me up against the nearest wall. I feel the cold, hard brick wall against my back and Zayn is like 3 cm from my face. His hands are resting on the wall on either side of my head.
I cannot move and I feel completely trapped. I can feel his body heat and his hot breath on my face.
I shiver. He scares me, but at the same time he is god damn sexy.

"Who have you talked to? Are people talking?" How does he even expect me to answer this when he's literally crushing me up against a fucking wall?"

A fanfiction about a new girl and the bad boy, Zayn Malik.


21. Be my date

Zayn eats at our table at lunch with the rest of us. It's weird. We are stuck in an awkward silence, and people have their heads down, concentrating on eating their food. I feel bad.

Louis still hasn't shown up to any classes yet, even though it has been a couple of days. It's showing on the dark circles under Harry's gorgeous green eyes. 

It makes me upset. it's not fair to Harry, to freeze him out like that. He hasn't done anything wrong. I feel guilty, and here I am, bringing my is he my boyfriend? well Zayn to sit with us - on Louis empty seat. 

The only one trying to make a bit of conversation is Liam. He and Zayn has been making up a bit, so I guess he is trying to help me. Help us. 
Even Tamara is silent, eating her tiny chicken sandwich, picking her glittery pink nails. 

We make eye contact, and I shoot her a look. Help Tam!
She gives me a tiny smile.

- "So, everybody up for the school dance?" Tamara says in a voice full of optimism. She is good at this. She doesn't ever find it hard to make conversation, and she always has a subject up in her sleeve. 

Niall is staring at Zayn with his deep blue eyes. He doesn't look scared or hostile, it's like he's just observing him. I don't think Niall notice it himself, and neither does Zayn. 
I cough and shoot Niall a look, breaking his trance. I wonder what's on his mind.

- "Harry you should totally ask Lynn to go with you! She's so into you!" Tamara squeals.
Little did she know.

I remember Lynn from our English classes, she is one of Tamara's friends. She has blonde hair like Tamara, and cute golden eyes.

Harry just shrugs, trying to fake a smile. It hurts watching him try. 

"Liam have you got an eye on anyone?" she asks, giving him a teasing look. He smiles and shrugs, which could mean both. Danielle isn't here, but I've seen her around with a dark haired guy a couple of times. 

"Are you taking Zoe?" She looks at me and Zayn, her eyes big and bright. I don't see any annoyence in them - towards Zayn. I didn't even know there was a dance.

Zayn is about to open his mouth to speak, when Tamara covers her mouth with her glittery hand. 
- "Oh, did I just ruin something there? Never mind," she pulls a face.

I try not to make eye contact with Zayn, who looks slightly amused by Tamara's way of speaking before talking. 

She doesn't ask Niall, who is now eating and has stopped staring at Zayn. She catches me catching her in stealing a longingly glance at Niall, and her pale face reddens. She is hoping he'll ask her out, I think. Though it doesn't seem like Niall has any idea. Niall being his happy self, too naive to even realize that a cute girl has a crush on him.

To my surprise Zayn winks at her, tilting his head in the direction of Niall. I can't help but giggle at her embarrassed face.
- "What about you?" he says.

She shrugs. "By myself I guess,"
Niall still doesn't seem to get the hint. 

I am just happy that Zayn and Tamara are being friendly though.

I notice the girl from the other day, who was staring at me and Zayn in the hallway. She is sitting at a table with a couple of others in the farthest corner of the room. She's talking to a girl with wild hair dyed red, laughing about something. 

She notice me staring, and gives me a look that says loser. She then continues her conversation with the red haired girl. 

I don't think I'm very far off, when suggesting that she and Zayn has a history. Thinking that, I would kind of wish Zayn wasn't here, so I could ask my friends about her. They seem to know all the dirt about everything happening on this school.

As if Zayn had read my thoughts, he checks his phone, frowning. He collects his things, and stands up and grabbing his bag and his leather jacket. 
- "I have PE, so I'd better be going," he kisses my forehead and politely gives my friends a nod. 

"So, anybody heard from Louis?" Niall says, talking for the first time since Zayn and joined the table.

We all shake our heads, as I try and find the right moment to ask about that girl, or to make it sound like a casual question.

- "So, um, that girl over there, who is she?" I ask sounding not so casual - almost like a jealous girlfriend. I point at her, trying to be descreet.  She is too caught up in typing on her phone, to notice every one of my friends, who are sitting at our table, turning around to see who I was pointing at.

- "Oh..that's Jade," Tamara says.

They all try to look serious, exchanging looks, then they all smirk, giving me apologetic glances.

- "What?" I say, my curiosity becoming too much.

They shake their heads, and a giggle escapes Niall's throat. Even Harry smirks. 
- "Total slut!.. You don't wanna know," Niall says, but I can tell he is desperate to spill the beans.

- "She used to be Zayn's little dog almost. He had her really wrapped around his finger. Rumor has it someone even caught her sucking hi..." He changes his choice of words. "giving him a good time, before PE in the boys changing room," the boys all nod, smirking, Tamara just rolls her eyes.

They look at me, waiting for my reaction, but I don't even know how to react. Okaay.

It's definitely not a picture I would want in my head, but it has emerged already. Though I can't help but feel a bit insecure. I'm not sure if I'm able to live up to him - or ready to give him things like that. I mean I've only ever made out. Zayn is so much more experienced.


Zayn's POV

PE has always been one of my few favorite classes. You don't have to think a whole lot, but it counts as a class anyway. 

I have an evening workout routine that I do every night. It helps me get my aggressions out of my system, forget whatever there is to forget, and it makes you fit at the same time.

I can tell my friends have been feeling left out lately. It's not like we are that close friends, we just use to always hang out together having a smoke, partying occasionally and doing some business - that I'm not doing anymore. 

Though I guess I've always felt slightly superior to them, to be honest. I'm the one getting the girls, and I'm the one strongest but also the one with the bad reputation. They look up to me and I like it.

Being with them and being with Zoe seem like two different worlds - two different versions of me, and I don't know which one is the real Zayn, and I don't know who I want it to be.

- "We never see you anymore man," Jason says accusingly, pulling on his T-shirt.

I put on my jeans, feeling my wet hair drip on my naked torso. I wipe the cold water away with my towel, and dry my hair a bit.

- "Yea, at least tell us her name," Marc joins in. 
I know it's just an normal question a friends would ask you, but somehow it gets on my nerves. None of their business, I think, wanting to say it out loud but knowing I can't.

- "Come on, it's like you get a hard on just by looking at her," Marc continues, exaggerating as always. 

- "Shut up," I snort into my towel.

- "So have you fucked her yet?" Noel smirks at me, doing his hair. 
Again I know it's just a normal question, that I normally would have no trouble answering, but this time it bothers me somehow. Besides it's not like we have done anything yet. That I also, of course, don't want them to know.

- "It's not like you use to hold anything back," Jason says.
I just shake my head, ignoring him. I put down my towel, combing my fingers through my dark damp hair. I quickly get fully dressed and make my way to the door. 

- "I'm out," I say.

Taking me by surprise Jason grabs my shoulder, slamming me against one of the lockers with a loud bang. His face is almost touching mine and his breath stinks of weed. Jason is always aggressive and not thinking clearly when he's high, and when he's not, he's all sensitive and clingy. 

"What the fuck happened to you Zayn? You better not go around and think you are better than the rest of us. Don't forget who you are," 

I push him in the chest, making him stumble backwards. He collides with a pole, supporting the ceiling in the changing room. It's wasn't even on purpose, but he takes a step forward, pushing me again, but I don't budge. 

We have caught the attention of the others in the changing room, but the adrenalin is already filling my veins. 

- "Stop it Jason, it's the weed talking," I whisper into his ear, with a tight hold around his jaw,

- "Am I the one not being myself? You're the one being afraid to fuck that little virgin of yours," he says. I tighten my grip, looking him straight in the eyes. His face frowns in pain.

"What did I hurt you feelings? I'm getting sick of treating you like a little hurt dog, just because your dad left you," he spits.

I let go, pushing him back, hard, and leave the changing room, slightly proud that I didn't kick his ass.


Zoe's POV


I wait for Zayn at the exit. The way he walks towards me, so targeted, suggests something has happened.

His hair, damp from the shower, is pulled back. He shoots me a painful look, his face muscles tight, fists clenched. 


- "Not now," he doesn't let me finish, he just grabs my hand, hard, and pulls me with him outside, walking me to his car. My hand aches, and I grab his wrist to make him let go.

- "It hurts,".
He let's go, still in his own dark world of anger. It's like I'm not even there.

"What happened? You're freaking me out," I say. He places his head on the steering wheel, hiding in his arms, as he punches his clenched fist down on the top of the dashboard multiple times to calm himself down. 

I place a hand on his shoulder, and he finally looks up at me. He is back to his normal self. 

"Got into a fight with one of my friends. It's nothing," Okay..?

Before dropping me off, he reaches for my hand, smirking. 

- "So, do you wanna be my date at the dance, or was there someone else?" I roll my eyes at  his joke, but as always it's hard not to smile. 

- "I'd love to," I say in a formal voice, that makes Zayn smile as well. A date.


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