Soft Spot (Zayn Malik)

II

A/N: Hey, guys! This took longer to post, I'm sorry! This chapter's probably blaaaah. Writer's block! :( I tried my best though. I'll make it up on the next chapter, I promise!

Enjoy! :) -Aeanne x

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Chapter II: English Class

I finally looked away from Zayn when I felt a cold, sticky substance poured on me. The crowd was all of a sudden quiet, Josh and Aeanne's jaws were dropping in shock as to what just happened.

"No looking, loser." Alizia Greene smirked, holding the now empty cup of soda right above my head. "What's mine is mine," she warned.

I just sat quietly, my cheeks were flushing a deep red. Tears started to form in my dark brown eyes, feeling annoyance and anger at the same time.

"Not gonna say anything?" She arched one brow up, staring down at me.

I wanted to say something, but I grew intimidated by everyone's eyes locked on me. I wanted to attack her. Punch her. Pull her blonde hair out. Beat her to death. But I couldn't. I sat there quietly, making a fool out of myself even more.

"Yup, thought so." She laughed at my stupidity and walked over to the asses' table, the rest of the skanks following her. She flipped her bleached blonde hair to the side, flauting her ass with each step that she took, her short, pink dress slightly lifting up.

"She looked like a retared flamingo" ran through my head.

She gave me one last look and smirked before shoving her tongue down the new ass' throat. Angela, Katelyn, and Genie all gave me a dirty look, leaving both Niall and Amber with huge smirks before tonguing each other as well.

"A-are you ok?" Aeanne asked, rushing over to me and quickly attempted to wipe the soda off my soaked hair.

I gulped and pushed her off, gritting my teeth. I told her and Josh that I was going to use the bathroom and practically ran over there as fast as I could.

Everyone broke the silence when I closed the door behind me, the room becoming a room of hysterical laughter and wild applause. I heard the five asses and the skans laugh the hardest. When I took a peek, Niall and Zayn were mocking my silence and shared a cheerful high-five.

I almost burst out in tears, but no. I'm stronger than that. I know I am. I've dealt with this low lives for five years. Ever since middle school, I've been their favorite target.

"Two more years, Arvina." I chanted to myself, almost in tears, "junior year and senior year."

I ran inside a toilet stall and dropped there, tucking my knees close to my chest and buried my face into my hands, sobbing quietly. I couldn't take it anymore. Ever since sixth grade, I've been dealing with this shit. I've had enough.

I wiped my tears away and quickly stood up, then I locked the bathroom door and washed my smudged make up, replacing it with two coats of mascara to make my eyes look voluminous and a coat of concealer.

I combed my hair and put it in a high ponytail, then took my soda-covered shirt off and grabbed the gray tanktop in my bag and put it on, adding a black cardigan to follow the dress code since it was against school policies to show off our shoulders.

These extra clothes were for dinner with Josh and Aeanne later, but it didn't matter. I wasn't going to walk around the campus covered in Coca Cola.

I looked at myself in the mirror and gripped my knuckles until they turned white, breathing heavily.

"Inhale, exhale...." I whispered to myself. "Get a grip of yourself, Arvina Inderjit. You aren't going to let these low lives get into you."