Rock Me

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight-

English was just English. We eventually completed Ben Elton's 'Meltdown', for me i completed it for the second time. The teacher wanted us to go through main chapters again, just to discuss and note down annotations on key quotes and phrases. It was a whole 'de-ja-vu' moment for myself.

Geography was next.

I had it with him. Zayn. Zayn Malik who saw me half naked hours before hand. I didn't even know wether he was in school or not, he may of skipped the day or just that one lesson. But no.

As soon as i walked in, he was sat in his seat right at the back beside the window, staring out of it completely oblivious to everything around him. I stopped dead in my tracks and observed him from a distance, the light was hitting him perfectly. His eyes glowed honey, his gelled hair shone and the leather on his jacket reflected back the rest of the light. He was almost glowing from my point of view. I was yet again intrigued by the mysteriousness of the guy, people feared him. They tried to avoid him, tried to stay out of his way but despite the little threats he gave me and the bruises on my wrist i hadn't seen him hurt anyone. 

In my mind, a bully would be bullying someone twenty-four-seven. But he was just sat there. Completely absent to the world.

He blinked a few times, and lent back in his chair, and began to stare back at those entering the classroom. He was most likely mentally mocking each and every being of different personalities and appearances.

Zayn's eyes landed on me, and a smirk played onto his lips as he stared at me from head to toe. I gulped taking in a deep breath and making my way to the back of the classroom with his eyes still on me. I placed my bag down and sat down pulling in so nearly half my body was under the table. "Hey babe, you're wearing clothes?" I could see the grin on his face through my perperil vision, and the desire to irritate me on his mind. 

I said nothing, i did nothing. All i could do was take the insults on the tip of his tongue, the mocking remarks he was desperate to say. I braced myself for what was to come. "It's a shame. I liked what i saw." I felt my lungs collapse in my chest and my heart go faster than the speed of light, my vision blurred as my mouth went dry. I gulped. Did he really just say that? I hesitantly looked to him, he was leaning on his knees still seated, creeping closer yet again as his eyes filled with lustful fantasies but the curiosity to read my mind. 

"What was you doing there?" I asked ignoring his previous comment and trying to compose myself to calm.

"What? No thank you?" He scoffed.

"I asked you a question." I raised an eyebrow but an unintentional smirk lingering on my face. 

"I was picking up a friend." He shrugged. His tone of voice had certainly changed to an irritated one, the subject must of been very sensitive. His eyes scanned my face, just as he spoke. Then he noticed the sore graze i still had on my cheek, he lent over further and touched it almost too hard. I winced in pain. "What happened to you?" He raised an eyebrow. 

"I was in the way of a flying football." I tapped his hand away cupping my cheek again allowing no air to reach it. 

"Who kicked it?" Zayn asked almost in a whisper. I gave him a confused expression while his eyes spoke anger. "Who kicked the ball?" He asked again, pausing in-between words. 

"Why do you care?" I raised my voice maybe a little too loudly, many students turned to hear what words were being exchanged, Harry and Niall being two of them. 

"I asked you a question." He mocked my words ignoring the eyes staring to us. 

"It's none of your business, Zayn." I shook my head turning back to the front of the class as the friendly teacher entered and sat at her desk. 

"It's my business if i say it is, now tell me." Zayn growled aggressively growing impatient, his eyes widening by the seconds that passed. 

"No!" I slammed my hand down on the table feeling the same anger boil in my veins. I swung around on my chair staring into his eyes, i felt as though our eyes were mirroring our emotions. "What right do you have to talk to me like that? I haven't been here a week yet you're already trying to intimidate me, get involved in my business and hurt me! Stay out of it Zayn! This graze is nothing. The football was an accident. Back off and leave me alone!"

Yet again, i had crossed the line. But i did what i do best and hid my fear with a stern expression, Zayn scowled at the sight of me. People gasped around us in shock over my second outburst at Zayn Malik. "Don't talk to me like that you little slut." He spat standing in his seat and towering over me. I quickly reacted by standing too, nowhere near matching his height but still staring angrily at him. His heavy breaths bounced off my skin the closer he got to me, his hands clenching to the point of white. I heard desks scrape and chairs fly as Niall and Harry rushed to our sides attempting to pull us apart. 

"Slut? Oh please. Slut is the last thing i am, your Malibu Barbie sex toy is more of a slut than i ever will be." I retaliated instantly, he was threatening me. A girl. He was threatening a girl. Was that guy for real? What if it was just us two? What would he of done? Beaten me to death for standing up for myself? 

"This aint over!" He pointed in my face before barging past Niall and out the door, slamming it shut and vibrating the walls that held geographical pictures. Harry rested his hands on my shoulder's as he soothingly ran his palms around them. 

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"Harry crouched a little to my height giving me a look of concern. 

"No he didn't. I'm fine Harry, i just feel...good." I smiled proudly. 

"I don't blame you. You've got guts." Niall added smiling also. 

Mrs.Blackburn continued to sit at her desk, completely dazed at the small event that occurred seconds earlier. But i knew from the look in her eyes this wasn't the first time. She knew exactly how Zayn Malik could be. And by the look on the fellow pupils faces, they also knew. The way they trembled at the sight of him, the look in their eyes when his name is mentioned, and the way they put their heads down if he's ever looking at them. He was intimidating. To everyone. But to me, he was just a guy with anger issues. There was something about him that made me wonder if something made him that way, made him so angry all the time. 

I wasn't afraid of Zayn Malik. Only at certain points did realization hit me that he might hurt me. But apart from that i was totally intrigued by him. 

His mysterious stare, the poisoning glare he gave you when he was angry, and the grip he held upon you when he was desperate for you to stay put in his sight. 

I knew it wasn't over. It was only just beginning.