slut ; zayn malik

10; Plans

That mom who beat her son out of the protests didn't do it cause she was against what he was doing. It was cause she didn't want him to become the next hashtag.

#FreddieGray

To say that I was dreading after school was an understatement. I did not want school to end. Today was Tuesday which meant that I would have to go to tutoring with Zayn. The boy had been sending me smug smiles and sly winks throughout the whole day and I was worried. It relieved me that we were having some interaction, but it was weird how out-of-the-blue it was. I feel like he's planning something.

So when the final school bell rang and everyone bolted out of their seats, I sat there and let out a dramatic sigh. My stuff was still sprawled out all over my desk, a total mess, just like me at the moment. I slowly put my stuff back in my bag as Ms.Bocanegra stared.

"You're always the first one out, Ms.Gracia. What makes today different?" She questioned as she typed something into her computer.

"I'm going towards my doom today," I said as I grabbed my backpack and walked into the halls.

They were practically vacant by now. Funny how when people get to class they take their blessed time, but now it's their number one priority to get out. I don't blame them, though. I was taking my blessed time to get to the library. Once it was in front of me, I let out a groan.

"You're late," Zayn rolled his eyes as I walked towards him.

"Sorry, I was hoping you'd get tired and leave," I said.

"I'm not the one who needs help, am I? So if I were you, I'd keep my pretty little mouth shut," He snarled before watching me take a seat next to him. I put my hair into a ponytail very quickly before turning my attention towards Zayn again. But he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Elizabeth Sanders. Apparently, Zayn went chasing after her once again once we stopped talking. She noticed and walked over here. Her shorts showed off her wiry legs perfectly and her eyeliner was on point. She was perfect. Everyone brands her as a whore, but I think she's stunning. They're just jealous.

"Hey, Zayn," She smiled seductively as she ran a hand through his hair. And that was the point where I started hating her. Jealousy pulsed through me as Zayn began flirting endlessly with her. They were talking about going to her place later. I used to be the one who flirted with him, I thought as a sort of sadness washed over me.

"Listen, I have to tutor this chick, but I'll see you at your place later, kay babe?" He smirked before turning back to me. I tried to hide my sadness as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"What's wrong with you?" He sounded disgusted.

"Nothing. What do you care?" I mumbled as I got my Physics book out of my backpack.

"You're right, I don't," He snapped as he got his own book out, too. That one hurt.

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"I think I get this now," I said.

"Are you sure," He raised his eyebrows as he stared into my eyes.

"Positive. I'm so ready for this test," I sighed in satisfaction. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I could have lived without his snarky remarks here and there.

"Alright. I guess my work here is done. I'll see ya next week, I guess," He said as he left the library, again, not giving me a last glance. I pushed my memories back as I picked up my books. Once I finished, I walked out of the library and was soon out of the school.

"Lucia!" I heard a familiar voice yell from my right.

"Liam?" I questioned as I saw him limping towards me. He got off his crutches a few days ago. He hadn't spoken to me since that day, so this was weird.

"So I heard you sucked Malik's dick in the library," He smirked, "I didn't know you still messed around with people."

"Who told you that?"

"Zayn himself. He was bragging to everyone," He shrugged, "Now, since you're still in the slut business, why don't you c-"

"I didn't blow, Zayn. He's lying," I stated before beginning to walk away.

"Aw, c'mon, Lucia. You of all people know you shouldn't be ashamed of whoring around," He followed after me.

"I'm gonna tell you one last time, Liam," I said as I stopped and turned to face him, "I did not go anywhere near Zayn's dick, alright?" I huffed before beginning to walk towards my car. Once I got there, I locked myself in to avoid Liam.

I can't believe this. All of those months where I was nice to Zayn and treated him as an equal just for him to do this now? I wish I'd never spoken to that boy. I wish I'd never let him go down on me. I wish none of this had ever happened. But most of all, I wish it hadn't happened like this. I wish me and Zayn could have had a happy life together without Liam or Niall or any other boy in the picture. I wish I could have had him.