Kayla's POV
"So what are you doing after school today?" Jackson asks me from across the lunch table. The weekend was pretty chill after we had dinner and went to the movies. Perrie came over Saturday and we had a movie day, and just hung out in our pajamas, and Sunday well it was nothing.
"I don't know, probably just chill, why wanna come over," I say teasingly.
"Actually, I'd love to come over," He says smiling at me.
"I thought you had footie practice after school?" I ask taking a bite of my green beans.
"Kayla, hun, its been pouring all day and still is. Practice is definitely canceled." Jackson says, giving me a duh face.
"Oh, right, sorry," I say blushing. Jackson reaches over and touches my cheek softly. I swear every time he touches me, I feel like exploding.
"Its okay, beautiful," he tells me smiling. We stared in each others eyes before Queen Bee walks behind me and clears her throat.
"Jackson, darling, I sure hope you didn't break up with me for this ugly piece of trash." Larissa says looking at her pampered nails. I can't help but tear up at her comment, and not in sadness in either; anger. Before Jackson can say anything, I have already stood up and am talking.
"Listen here you spoilt, stupid bitch. I don't even know you you pathetic piece of shit, and I damn sure have been through a lot, and certainly don't deserve this. So do me a favour, and go die in a hole you stupid cunt." I reply, seething.
"You have some nerve, low-life," I go to say something back, when she slaps me straight across the face.
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Zayn's POV
I dropped Kay off this morning at school, and have been at work ever since, Modest HQ writing songs with the boys. We are working on a song called, "Change your ticket", and I am really beginning to like it.
"Yeah, I really like those lyrics boys, but we should make it slow in the beginning, and then speed it up, it'll be great." I tell everyone.
"That's a great id-," Niall begins to say but is cut off by my phone ringing. I pick up my phone and look at the caller ID. Groaning I tell the boys I have to take the call, and walk outta the room. What on earth has my trouble maker done now?
"Hello, Zayn Malik speaking," I answer.
"Hi, Mr. Malik, its Mr. West, I'm calling to inform you that your daughter, Miss. Kayla Malik has been in a fight and needs to be picked up." Seriously, come on.
****In the car******
Sighing I look at my daughter. She looks horrible. My poor baby. She didn't even see it coming, apparently that little bitch knew karate and beat my little Kayla to bits. I pull into the driveway and just sit there staring at the garage door.
"Kayla, go in and sit on the couch okay baby?" I tell her quietly. Not even responding she just grabs her backpack and goes inside.
*ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Hey mate, its Niall, you took outta here pretty fast what happened?" He asks me.
"Kayla, got into a fight and got her ass handed to her, poor baby, shes got a busted lip, sprained wrist, and her whole face is black and blue, I don't know what I'm going to do man," I tell him rubbing my face, stressfully.
"Damn mate, that's crazy. Tell Kayla we love her, I gotta go. I'll call you later." I hang up and walk into the house.
"Daddy, I'm sorry," I turn to the couch where I see my precious baby broken and crying. I walk over to her and hug her. I pull from her and grab her face into my hands gently.
"Baby, its okay, I love you and your not in trouble. Come on, what do you say we go and clean you up okay?" She nods and I carry her to the bathroom and set her on the kitchen sink.
"Do you wanna tell me how it happened?" I say reaching behind her to get the first aid kit outta the cabinet.
"I don't know she called me a ugly white piece of trash and I called her a spoilt, pathetic bitch and she slapped me, so I punched her and she hit my face on the table and I blacked out," She tells me starting to cry again.
"Hey, hey its okay baby," I tell her placing the final band-aid on a cut on her eyebrow.
"You will get through this, I promise, okay?" I tell her kissing her forehead softly.
"Okay, can we invite Perrie over? Please?" She asks me quietly.
"Sure, honey, I'll go call her, finish washing up okay?" I tell her walking out while dialing Perrie.
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"Aw, my poor poor baby, how dare she hurt you." Perrie says snuggling Kayla.
"I agree, that's why I'm going to be pressing charges." I state. When I say that Kayla jumps up with a sudden burst of energy.
"No, daddy you can't it was just a stupid little school fight!" She yells at me.
"Watch your tone young lady, unless you want a spanking. Look at you, your all bruises and breaks. I'm pressing charges and that's all there is to it. Understand?" I state.
"Yes sir." She replies sighing.
"Good, I'll be calling my lawyer first thing in the morning." I tell her. Nobody messes with my baby. Stupid little rich brats, need there butts beat.
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