His Curse (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 2: The New Girl

**LAYLA POV**

Okay, so my hair is in luscious locks, a side parted fringe with no make-up except my lip gloss.

Glitter lip gloss.

My bright red skinny, black ballet pumps, red Gucci Tee and my favourite black blazer. Rolled up at the sleeves.

My stationary consists of 7 books and one pencil case. I only need them until I get to school. Then it'll go in my locker and only go home with me if I have homework for it. All my textbooks were in my locker. A locker I had to go find. "Layla! I'm waiting in the car!" Ameenah yells from downstairs. "Coming!" I shout as I jog out my room door. Shutting it as I leave. "Salaam mom! Salaam dad!" I greet as I jog out the front door and straight towards the drive way. Towards Ameenahs BMW E46.

Its a beautiful car.

I jump in and quickly put on my seat belt as Ameenah pulls away from the house. "If you're late, I'm taking no responsibility" she laughs. "So you say! You're taking ALL responsibility!" I tease. "Okay, so as your big sis. I am obligated to have a talk with you," Ameenah says seriously. I erupt in a fit of giggles. "Now, Layla, you are a very pretty girl and you aren't afraid to flaunt it, because I believe you have alcohol fetus syndrome, but boys will try to take what they can't have and that means----" "Ameenah, I'm seventeen. Not twelve. You're FIVE years late with 'that' talk. Besides, mom already told me" I laughed. "Shurrup, I'm not done yet" she scolds. Then begins again as I laugh the entire trip to school. Just as I'm about to get out of the car, I say "If this is going to be what its like to drive with you, I'm taking the bus" "I'll be here at 4pm, yeah?" "Yeah! Haha, see you at 4!!" I reply as I shut the door and casually walk over to the main office.

"Hi, I'm a new girl" I introduce myself to the secretary. "Hi, love, I'm Ms Karp. You're Layla Adams?" "Yes, ma'am" I salute. She laughs and browses quickly through the stack of papers on her desk. "Ah ha! Here is your map. All new students receive them. All the classes highlighted in red are your classes. The blue box is your locker. And your class schedule is on the second page, along with the school code of conduct on page 3. And page 4 is the punishments for any rule breaking" she explains. "Why are students given a map?" I ask, curiously. "Its hard to make friends. Some kids like being alone, love. This way, if you choose to be a loner, you don't have to pretend to like someone so they will escort you to your classes or if they find it difficult to make friends" Ms Karp replies. I nod solemnly. That doesn't worry me at all. I mean, I'm Layla Adams. Everyone wants to be my friend. "Okay, so the bell rings in 10 minutes, you best be getting your textbook from your locker. There is a 5 minute interval between each period, to get the textbook for the following period, without being late for class. Lovely day further, Ms Adams" "Thank you, Ms Karp" I smile and head out of the office. Following the instructions on the map very carefully, I make it to my locker without much trouble.

Its Biology first period. I place all my notebooks, except my Bio book, in my locker. Also placing my Bio textbook in my sling bag. Then, satisfied, I follow the map towards my Biology classroom. I made it there just as the bell rang. Being first, I got a pick at my seat. I hand my admission form to the sir and take a seat by the window.

"Hi, I'm Layla and---" "Sorry, I'm busy" says the Blonde girl who sits beside me. Rude much. I'll try again, with the brunette walking down the aisle. "Hi, I'm---" "Layla, I heard. Hey!! Megan!! Guess what Bobby bought me!!??" Brunettes exclaims as she sits in on Blondies desk. Blondies name is Megan. Got it. "Something shiny, perhaps? Oh! Ronny! Do tell" Megan squeels. Brunettes name is Ronny. Got that too. Then the sir began the lesson.

Throughout the lesson, I noticed two redheads. Whispering, giggling, looking at me then repeating the cycle. I waited until the end of the lesson to confront them. My mom always says 'Take the bull by its horns' and if I don't show these girls who's boss they'll walk over me.

The bell rang and they giggled again. I packed up my bags and walked over to them. "Look, I noticed you were looking at me and laughing at me. Like what?" I asked. The taller one, with the shorter cut, laughed and said "Yes, yes we were" "Why?" "Because you're sitting there, like shit sunshine" laughed the shorter one. "Good one, Patty" laughed the taller one. "Anytime, Jade" Patty high fived her. "You don't even know me. If you don't shut your face I'll---" "You'll what? What could you possibly do to offend us? You South Africans think you're all that. Reality check, bitch, you're NOT in South Africa. You're in Britain" says Jade, like I'm just a peasant to her.

What the hell just happened?

I stared at them blankly before swiftly walking out of the class. This is NOT suppose to happen! Suddenly their laughter stops, but I don't care enough to turn around and find out why. I can feel my tears building up, getting ready to explode and stream down my cheeks, so I search my pockets for my map. To find the nearest bathroom. But I can't find it. I must have forgotten it in Bio class, on my desk. I take a deep breath, calm myself. My tears were threatening to fall. But I'm a strong girl, I can handle this. I am South African after all. "Hey! Layla, wait" says a voice behind me. I steady breath is taken and I turn around. "Yes?" I ask. Its a boy. Well that much is obvious. He's all in black and has he's head slightly tilted to the ground, black beanie. Like his trying to be invisible.

FYI, he's not succeeding. He's REALLY cute.

"I'm Zayn" he extends his hand. "I'm Layla" I shake it. "You dropped this in class" he says and hands me my map. "How'd you fi--" I stop. He's gone. How does a tall guy, dressed in black, just disappear? That's curious.

I get Spanish next. Whoop-de-doo.

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**ZAYN POV**

"Zayn, lad, leave her alone, okay? She doesn't look like she wants anything to do with anyone" says Harry as I watch Layla intently during Spanish. She hasn't seen me yet. She probably won't. No one sees me. Or they try not to. "I can't help it, she looks so familiar" I mumble as I continue to stare at her. I've seen her somewhere before. If not her, then someone like her. I've seen those chocolate brown eyes before. Those chubby cheeks, that curls, that child-like innocence. She's not a stick model, I won't lie she's chubby, but she carries herself well. I know I've seen her before! I must have!

"She's just transferred from SOUTH freaking AFRICA. How can she look familiar?!" Louis asks. I shrug. Doesn't matter where she's transferred from, I've seen her before. And that's final. "And Zayn? What you did to Patty and Jade, that wasn't nice. At all" Liam reprimands. "Sorry. They were bullying Layla. You only get what you deserve," I shrug again, "besides, look. They're apologizing to her" "Yes, because you told them, hurting her was making you upset. And people die when you're upset. Who says that!" Liam stresses. Louis and Niall fist bump each other and Harry laughs softly. "I guess, I do" I smirk. Liam just rolls his eyes and backs off the topic.

He's scared of me too. And there's nothing I can do about it. They are all scared of me. Not just my friends, the entire school body. And its spreading, slowly but surely. In a few years, give or take five years, the entire civilization of Britain will know about me and fear me. I don't want them to fear me, I want friends. I want Liam, Louis, Niall and Harry to be my friends again. Sure, they're here but are they really? Sometimes, I figure they're only here because they're scared they'll die if they leave me. Othertimes, I figure they scared they'll die if they stay with me. Point is, they're always scared they'll die.

Its a 50/50 thing.

In a little while, someone will tell Layla about my "curse" (if it can be called that) and then she'll never look at me the way she did when I returned her map to her. Like I was a guardian angel that saved her from death. Maybe that's a good thing. I do hope someone tells her.

Because I'm not a guardian angel who saved her from death. I'm the DEATH that she needs saving from.

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[AuthorsNote]

Hey!! We're SO sorry for the delay! We're both grade 11! And schoolwork, exams, assignments, projects, book clubs, applying to university etc. But there'll be weekly updates, pinky promise!

As a token of our apology, there'll be a double upload this week. One today, and another one on Wednesday! Hope you'll forgive us!

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