Kylie's Pov
"Zayn i love you , but dont take my cigarettes." I say firmly. He shakes his head.
"I dont know why your even taking them. Dude , you smoke too." I say.
He sighs. "Listen , i dont want my friend to start smoking. Dont make my mistake." I look at him touched , but i dont really wanna stop.
I shake my head. He sighs. "Get your stuff , we gonna go to school." He says. I grab my backpack and slide on my chucks.
I grab a box and my lighter.
We hop into his car.
He rolls down my window so i can see the outdoors.
He always does this , and now , it helps.
I grab a cigarette and light it.
Breathing in the burning cig.
Puff. Puff.
I blow out and smoke comes out in between my pink lips.
Zayn takes it and smokes.
"Anyway , whats first period." He asks.
I check. "Fuck. This teacher is strict on no smoking. Mr Collins , History." I say.
He throws the cigarette and drinks water.
I chew on some gum and drink water.
I blow in his face. He blows in mine. We shake our heads.
We get out of the car and into campus.
Our arms linked. "Malik! Willows!" Coach yells. We rush over. "Willows , you'll be in charge for fitness today." He says. I nod. We go over to class.
Mr Collins examines us and looks at his smoke smell detector. It beeps at me. Zayn gets to sit.
Mr Collins grabs my box of cigarettes and burns them into ashes.
Fuck Him. I sit by the window , chewing on my gum.
-After School-
I head to the gym and change into my gym wear.
I start shooting some hoops until the girls start coming in together with Zayn's batch.
I ask the girls to go ahead and start stretching then start playing.
"Alright boys! Today you'll be running 3.6 km. you shouldnt exceed 20 minutes and if you do , run another 1.2km , you shouldnt exceed 10mins.
No walking or everyone starts all over again. Go!" I say. The boys start running.
"Come on girls! Knees Up!!" I yell
The girl jumps and shoots.
"Go Hannah!" I say.
I start playing basketball with them.
I get pulled into a dark room , where someone kisses me roughly.
My eyes widen with shock.
I struggle.
"Help! Help!" I yell.
He tears my clothes off.
The door opens and the guy punches the jerk off of me. The jerk runs off.
The guy turns on the lights.
I see Zayn.
I cover myself , crying.
Zayn hugs my exposed body , comforting me.
"T-Thank You." I say.
Zayn smiles and gives me his spare clothes which he brought.
All of us went home.
Zayn and I stayed in the car doing the weirdest stuff.
