My tumbling coach (harry styles fanfic)

Chapter E I G H T

Johnna's POV

Today was an frustrating and interesting day. And it's that bitch Naomi's fault. It all started last night.

Flashback:

Me and Naomi had gotten into a fight after I admitted that I kinda am starting to develop feelings for Zayn.

"Who do you like?"

"I kinda like Zayn."

"Who wouldn't? But he probably doesn't like you."

"You don't know that..."

"But why would he go for you? He has girls that are model-like falling at his feet. Your just a normal ordinary girl. Plus he'd probably prefer skinny girls."

I can't believe she said that. She basically called me ugly and fat. I know I'm not particularly skinny but she has no right to say that. Naomi is one of the blessed ones. Fast metabolism and naturally skinny. She's graced with luscious long blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, tall skinny 5'7" figure, and thigh gap. Meanwhile I have dark brown hair with split ends that's medium length, plain brown eyes, my 5'2" short muscular and curvy form. No I don't have a thigh gap but that shouldn't define if I'm attractive or not.

"You really just said that? What the hell has gotten into you!"

"I like Zayn Johnna! And honestly I think I have a better shot at him then you do. So back off." She sneered.

"What the fuck? Who are you? Because the Naomi I knew would never act like that. You know what? I'll leave you alone to get your shit together. Bye." I hung up.
I showered, put on my pajamas and angrily went to bed.

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The next day I wake up still surprised about last nights phone call. I get dressed and drive to school. I'm walking through the doors when I see the usual staring and whispering, but it's different this time. Something's off.

Then I freeze. People are holding papers and laughing. Then I realized it's a photo of me sleeping in my to small hot pink lace bra and panties.

Fucking Naomi. I'm gonna kill her. I run to my locker and it has 'Slut' written on it. I open it and try to shove some of the photos in it, when I see the back stabber at the end of the hall. With Hanna and Julie the school prostitutes. I angrily stalk towards her.

"What the heck is this!?"

"It's just a fat whore." Hanna; The head prostitute chuckles.

"Oh shut up slut. I wasn't talking to you."

She turned red as a tomato. But she kept her mouth shut.

"How could you!"

"Like I said Johnna, he's mine. Plus he doesn't like fat pigs."

She really just called me a fat pig. Oh hell no!

"Bitch!?" I scream while I tackle her.
My fist goes flying at her face lightning speed. Blood starts to flow from her face but I can't stop, I hear a crack and Julie tries to get me off, but I fling her into the lockers.

I can distinctively hear muffled voices. I grab Naomi's head and am about to slam her head into the concrete but I'm yanked off by muscular arms.

I'm struggling and kicking in the mystery persons arms. Tears are running down my face and I'm shaking.
The person pulls me aside and holds me while saying soothing things.

"Shhhh, Johnna it's okay." A deep voice I recognizes says. I calm down a few minuets later, by then the hallways empty.

"Thank you Zayn." I sniffle.