slut ; zayn malik

04; Dresses

Vote? Pls?

It didn't matter that my grades were high and I belonged to a well-respected family. It didn't matter that I was kind to everyone who was kind to me and helped people who needed it. None of these things ever mattered because there was always going to be someone who judged me because of my sex life, which is no one's fucking business in the first place. What I decide to do with my body is my business because it's my body. Keyword: mine.

And that leads me to this scenario where Fuckface Franklyn decided it would be fun to yell derrogatory words at me. His face was red from yelling so much and mine was red from anger. "Are you busy tonight, Lucia? Gonna go suck some dick for money?"

"Actually, I don't suck dick for money but even if I did that's none of your fucking business," I yelled back. There was a crowd around us that was hooting and hollering at any sassy comment we made. Diana was in the crowd. She had given up on holding me back and getting me to walk away. I was way too stubborn for that. "You're just jealous cause I've never sucked yours, Fuckface," I snapped. The crowed ooh'd at that and Franklyn's face was even redder.

"Fuck no, bitch. I don't want to catch an STD," He spat and the crowd gasped.

"I'll have you know that the only reason why I don't have an STD is cause I've never fucked you!," I yelled and the crowd went wild, "And also, STD jokes are offensive and stupid because there's nothing wrong with having an STD, you dumb fuck."

"You think you're the deffendor of everyone, don't you, Lucia? You think that speaking out against people saying something you don't like is good, when in reality you sound fucking selfish! Who cares if I say faggot? It doesn't affect anyone," He laughed.

"I'll tell you who it fucking affects!" I yelled as I got up in his face, "It affects the hundreds of gays who were burned alive in the past. It affects the millions of gays who don't like being called that word! It affects so many fucking people, Franklyn, that the comment you just made was so ignorant, all the gays in the world are puking right now."

"Oh please," He mumbled.

"Go fuck yourself," I snapped before launching at him and punching him in the face. I could hear people in the crowd scream as me and Franklyn tumbled to the ground. I hit him repeatedly in the face as I let all of my anger out on him. I was spiraling out of control and I could tell. I felt two arms wrap around me and drag me off of Franklyn's body. His nose was bleeding as he tried to regain his stability. The crowd watched as someone dragged me away from the fight. Some people were down helping Franklyn, while others simply watched. Diana was one of the ones simply watching in astonishment. She probably couldn't believe that I actually hit someone. All these years of preaching love and peace and being a huge passifist, gone in an instant. He made me do it.

"Let me go, dipshit!" I yelled as the man continued to drag me down the halls.

"Calm down, Lucia. You were just going to end up hurt," I heard a thick British accent from above me and immediately rolled my eyes as I shrugged him off.

"Oh please, like you actually care!" I huffed before walking away from him.

"I do care, Lucia! You're just really confusing," He mumbled. I stopped from walking and turned towards the boy.

"Confusing? How? You're confusing! You act like you're my friend at one point but the second you hear about my affairs you're calling me names just like everyone else, Zayn!"

"I'm sorry. I want to be your friend. I didn't mean to call you names but seeing you with that blond guy just made me mad," He grumbled.

"Aww, is little Zayn jealous?" I said, my mood changing.