Hey, beautiful. What Direction? *A Zayn Malik Fanfiction*

New School

 I walk into the reform school.

Seriously! Just because I get angry once and give slutty Rachel a piece of my mind, I get sent here. As if, my home life couldn’t be worse.

My dad fled home when I was three. My stepdad is annoying – he tries to be nice but its not working. At all. Not only this, but my little monstrous stepsister Lucy DEFINITELY cannot be more irritating. DEFINITELY NOT.

And my older sister? Lisa. Just don’t even ask. She is what I would call the exact opposite of me. She is really popular and pretty and… everything I’m not! Basically… Rachel in a kinder way. No. Rachel but related to me.

And when Rachel literally tore me apart (and by that I mean, tore my bag apart and showed the whole school my embarassing selfies, EVEN HARRY WHO WAS SNICKERING – AKA, HOTGUYCENTRAL!) I couldn’t take it anymore and I swung a punch. A hard one. And the next thing I know, she’s clawing at my hair and scratching my face. Then, HARRY (AKA-HOTGUYCENTRAL!) swoops in and punches me. Yup, the biggest crush of my life. He just punched me in the gut and started to ask Rachel if she was okay. “Hey! Mind taking a quick selfie with us please?” Someone in the crowd shouted and Harry cracked up. I couldn’t take it anymore and I pushed Harry out of the way and forced Rachel onto the ground. Then, I just stepped on her stomach. Ugh.. And that’s when Mr Mayerling, the headteacher, came in and transferred me to this REFORM SCHOOL!

Why me?

Of all people, it should be Rachel.

I suppose not Harry. *He’s still cute!*

                                                                                                                                                               

My timetable was confusing. I looked around and tried to ask for help from someone but no-one listened. They were all too busy. Or actually, maybe it was because I was too afraid to ask anyone.

Until.. I suddenly bumped into a brunette with large eyes and long eyelashes. “Oooh! You looking for something? Oh.” She said, glancing at my timetable. “You’re new! That’s okay. I’ll help you.” She looked at my timetable. “Oh, wow! We have ALL the same classes. Except ‘Counselling’, I have ‘Media’ instead. But that’s okay, you have counselling with Niall.” She squeals as I give her a puzzled look. She points at a hot blondie. Oh. Oh, WOW. He’s way hotter than Harry. Actually. I might just rethink that. Anyway… what more could I have asked for? I just walked in, made myself a friend [well sort of] and found a really cute guy.

Then, someone bumps into ME. My timetable falls down. I bend down to pick it up, when suddenly a hand grazes over mine. I look up. Into the deepest, most dark hazel eyes I have ever seen. I get up. He’s wearing a black jacket over a white shirt, with black jeans. He looks at me. “Hey, Beautiful.” He says. “What direction?” I cover my mouth. Is he hitting on me?

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