Befour( A Zayn Malik Fanfic) COMPLETE!!!

Nineteen

Absent...again

To my disdain, I didn't spot the Infiniti when my eyes swept over the parking lot. But I still held on to a single thread of hope. He couldn't be upset twice in a row, could he? Turned out, he could. I couldn't deny that I was a little upset as I made my way to English period. I was a little worried about him, maybe even curious to know why he's skipping school. A few minutes after my arrival, school began as usual. "Jason, will you please clean the board for me?" Mrs Butler asked. Jason strode to the front of the classroom, grinning like the clown he was. He dropped the blackboard eraser in front of my desk on purpose, winking at me as he picked it up. The wink made me shift uncomfortably in my chair. He finally finished whatever it is he was doing and sat down. After a few more minutes, the lanky guy behind me tapped my shoulder. He and I didn't really talk, so I was surprised as he handed me a note.

Are you ignoring me sweetheart? - Jason.

I looked over my shoulder at Jason, who waved. I made sure to make eye contact with him as I tore up the note. I sighed loudly when the lanky guy gave me another note from Jason. Ugh, why wouldn't he just leave me alone? I just wanted to sit and quietly read the poem we had to analyse. Was that too much to ask!? After a while, I unfolded the piece of paper.

I know you're with Zayn but I like you :-)

Who still sends notes with smiley faces? What is he...five? I thought as I tore a piece of paper to reply to him. I would've ignore him again but someone needed to correct him, especially since he seemed so cocksure about his statement.

FYI, if you're going to say something atleast make sure it's factual .

He grinned sadistically as he read my note, quickly scribbling a reply. So you're not with Zayn?

No but even if I was, it'd be none of your business. In fact, why do you care?

I care because I like you and I'm keen on proving that.

He wasn't so keen when Zayn was around. Something about Jason made me uneasy, like he had ill intent. Before I can write a reply, he sends me another note.
Meet me at the tree behind the library at lunch.

Ha, as if I would sacrifice my own lunch to meet up with him. Not so fast lover boy.

So that's a No? :-):-):-)

Again  with the fucking smiley faces. It was getting to me for no apparent reason despite the fact that I had no aversion to them before. I quickly scribbled That's a definite no, before returning to my work.

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I eyed Jason warily as he sat down across me. "Hi, sweetheart," he grinned. I wondered if cheeks ever hurt from all the smiling he did. I bit into my apple, glancing around for Priscilla. Where was she?! "Hi Jason," I said when I realised that I haven't replied.
"I waited for you behind the library."
"You shouldn't have," I shrugged. "I think I made it pretty clear that I wasn't coming."
The wind blew in his brown hair and he ran a hand through it, biting his lower lip. The action made me want to gag. "You know," Jason began. "There's nothing that turns me on more than a girl who plays hard to get-"
"What's up with Zayn?" The question was out of my mouth before I could stop it. It had been fighting to come out, burning my chest when I tried to swallow it. He narrowed his eyes at me, clearly suspicious. "I mean, he has been absent for three days now," I rushed to explain, awkwardly.
"How would I know what's up with him?" Jason snapped. "I'm not his fucking body gaurd.
Woah, okay. I apologized for asking because it clearly offended him.

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Zayn's POV

"Sit down son," My father instructed. I glared at him from my position at the door, contemplating whether to tell him to fuck off. Considering the fact that he's kept me locked in the house for two days, I probably should have. My legs refused to cooperate with my mind  though and started moving forward. "What do you want?" I asked, sitting on the chair across him. "Is that how you speak to me now?" He raised a bushy eyebrow. I glanced at the window, choosing not to reply. For years I'd been afraid of this guy, afraid he would end my life just like he ended my mother's but that was no more. "I'm sure you're wondering why I've kept you home for the past two days," he began. 
"No shit, Sherlock," I laughed dryly, dreading what I knew he would tell me.
"I'm doing this for you, Zayn."
"For me? You think locking me up in my room for two days is for my own benefit? You sick bastard!" The words left my mouth before I could stop them, in a speed that was only accompanied with anger. The look he gave me was the same one he'd give to my mother if she  dared to stand up to her. He was losing his patience. Well, that makes the two of us.
"I think you're old enough to start learning the ins and outs of the business," he continued, choosing to ignore my outburst.
"What business? The same one that cost me the death of my mother?-"
"That's enough!" He slammed his hands on his desk, instantly silencing me. "I don't know what has made you assume that I'm responsible for your mother's death-"
"I never said you were responsible for her death-"
"Be quiet!" He shouted. "You did not say it but that is what you think. And I won't have that! I loved your mother,Zayn. With all my heart. Just like I love you."
Love? Did this man even know what that word means? Him and my mother were many things but love was definitely not one of them. "Do you seriously expect me to believe that?" My voice was soft now, all the earlier venom gone. It was a genuine question, one I needed the answer to urgently. I deserved to know what my father had become, but most importantly why. The man in my early childhood memories, or sometimes my dreams, did not resemble this one in the slightest. I needed to understand, I needed him to make me understand. But from judging from the look on his face, that wasn't happening anytime soon. With that last realisation, I stood up abruptly, ready to leave. As I neared the door, I turned around, suddenly overcome with emotion. "You can buy me all of things in the world in hopes of making me forgive you. Forget how terribly you treated me and Mom. But unless you tell me why you did what you did, I will never forgive you."
I stayed long enough to see his lower lip tremble and his eyes well up, before turning around and slamming the door behind me.

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A/N

Hey beautiful people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hope you enjoyed getting more insight on Zayn's life. It was super fun to write and I really hope you had as much fun reading it. I promise we'll have more Zayn and Camilla in the next chapter. Thank you so much for reading. Please vote and comment and share!! These author notes are conversations with myself so please vote. And please feel free to correct any errors ( I haven't edited this)

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