slut ; zayn malik

09; Clever

we're under tornado alert but i'm writing this lmao pray 4 me

*4 months later*

I walked past Fuckface Franklyn and got my daily reminder of how I was scum. He never stopped. The insults had gotten more severe as time went by and I was no longer feeling pleasure in anything. I could feel myself slipping through the cracks a little more every day. I was starting to believe these insults, my confidence was faltering. It was getting to my head and I hated myself for letting them get me down.

"Lucia... Lucia are you okay?" Diana waved her hand in front of my face as I got my books out of my locker. I gave her a weak smile before telling her I was okay.

"You've been a bit... distant recently. Are you sure?" She furrowed her eyebrows as she examined me a little longer.

"Yeah, I'm just... tired," I lied. Well, not techincally, cause I was tired, that just wasn't the reason I was distant.

"Well may-" She was cut off when Trayvon walked up to her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering something in her ear. They were both all happy cause they were officially dating for a year today. Their joy radiated off of them. With Tray's entrance, the subject was dropped, and I was off the hook. I smiled at them before finally finding my Physics book, which was under my huge stack of books. I knew my locker would be a mess by now.

My walk to Physics was lonely and quiet. I walked past Niall who shot me a wink, and I simply smiled softly. Things with him were pretty okay. He was the only boy who still interacted with me.

As I walked into class, I spotted Zayn sitting next to Michael, a guy on the football team, and he actually looked at me. We locked eyes before he shot me a cold glance and got back into his conversation with Michael. Michael had some weird blue and bleach blond color going on with his hair, which was strange, but then again, he was a strange boy. He hung out with all the jocks, but he seemed to be faking his tough guy act. Yelling vile things at girls just to fit in. Disgusting.

I sat down in the very back by myself as I noticed Liam walk into the room. He was on crutches, but he was okay now. He completely hated me and Zayn, but he was okay. At least he didn't die.

I sunk into my chair as Mr.Lane droned on and on about how he was going to go to the Caribbean for Christmas break. Apparently him and his wife won it on the radio or something. I eventually zoned out until he asked some question and called on me.

"I'm sorry what was the question?" I asked as I zoned in again.

"Lucia, may I see you after class?" He sighed and I nodded shamefully. The only times I've ever been asked to see after class was when I was failing Algebra 1 in the 9th grade. Of course, there were all of those visits to the principal's office for other reasons, but those don't count.

"Yes, sir," I mumbled and I thought back to Zayn. I looked over at him to see him staring straight at me. We stayed like that for a while before he shook his head and turned around again. I wondered if that counted as progress before going back to paying attention in the lesson.

~~~

"You wanted to see me, sir?" I asked.

"Yeah, Lucia, it seems that your grades are slipping. Do you think you need some help o-"He said as he began looking through some papers.

"No no, it's fine. I'm fine," I muttered.

"The thing is, I think you could use some tutoring, cause the way you're working out the problems on our last test isn't the correct manner," He explained as he showed me the test I flunked.

"Uh... I guess I could use a tutor..." I trailed off.

"Great! I got Zayn to agree with tutoring you on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the library after school," He cheered before putting the papers away.

"Z-Zayn?" I stuttered. Zayn agreed to help me? I could not believe it. Mr. Lane probably forced him or something.

"Yes, Zayn Malik. He says this Tuesday is a good day to start," He clapped his hands together before turning his computer on.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some stuff to grade," He smiled fakely and I stepped out of the class, in a daze.

~~~

My walk towards my locker was, again, uneventful. It wasn't until I was walking to History that Michael caught my eye. He was leaning against his locker, talking to Zayn, when he saw me walking by. Now, I've never fucked Michael. He was one of the weak-ass boys who I refused to associate myself with. I always thought that he wanted to do me, but since I was always the one to make the first move, he didn't want to sacrifice his dignity if I turned him down.

Back to the current situation, so, he was standing there, looking lame as fuck, before he uttered the few words that got me pissed to no avail.

"Hey, Mami, how you doing?" He whistled and I froze in my spot. There were three different ways I could handle this issue: 1. I could ignore him and keep walking 2. I could make a sassy remark and walk away looking badass and 3. I could explain to him why cat-calling is wrong and why he's such a disgusting person. I decided that option 1 would be weak, and option 3 would take too long.

"Wow, we must have so much in common, Michael," I said in a flirty voice, "Do you have mommy issues? Cause I have daddy issues." I heard Zayn snort quietly as he watched the scene unfold before him.

"W-What?" The look on Michael's face was of pure confusion. It was hilarious. He was terrified as he began to walk away slowly from me as I got closer, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"No, don't walk away, I'm sure we can work something out!" I yelled out as he began to walk faster, making me burst out laughing. It was this sudden moment of joy that seemed like my silver lining and I felt amazing. That is, until Zayn spoke.

"Clever," I heard Zayn mutter before walking past me, making me freeze in my spot. It was as if the world stopped just for the one moment where Zayn would finally speak to me again. I was actually momentarily mad. He did that on purpose. He knew I still felt like shit for telling him those things after Liam's accident. He hadn't spoken to me since and those were the words he uttered for the first time to me. Clever. He knew I would start to feel bad again. He wanted to bring me down.

I tried to shake away the thought of him as I began to walk back towards my class.

Why is Zayn such a ho? Also, I put Michael in there cause I wanted to k thnx bye

I know this is shitty so far, but it will get better I promise c:

~Judith