Don't Play With Me // A Zendaya {and Justin Bieber} Fanfiction

Thirty One

*Zendaya's POV*

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I mentally rolled my eyes and picked up my phone to turn off my alarm.

7:00am.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

Wow, I missed sleeping in.

I threw off my blanket and stood up, still half asleep.

I dragged myself to the shower and took a short, warm shower. I knew that everything would be a lot harder from now on without my mum. My eyes teared up from the memory. I miss her so much.

I got out, got dressed, put on minimal makeup and went downstairs.

I glanced over to the microwave.

7:38am.

I rummaged through the pantry to find something to have for breakfast. Finally, I decided to just settle with nutella on toast.

I looked back at the clock,

7:50am.

I stood up and threw my plate into the sink and heading for the stairs, before realising I had to do it all by myself now. I rinsed off my plate and scrubbed with a sponge and placed it on the drying rack.

I quickly ran up the stairs to my room and packed all my stationary and books into my bag and grabbed any extra things I needed, like earphones, gum, etc.

I clicked the power button on my phone to reveal the time,

7:59am.

Bus comes in a minute, I reminded myself.

I threw my bag over one shoulder and ran downstairs and out the door. I locked the front door behind me and to my luck, the bus had just arrived.

I rushed onto the bus and gave the bus driver a half-smile.

"Good morning." I murmured to the driver.

"Good to see you again Zendaya. I'm sorry for your loss." He spoke sympathetically.

I chose a seat on my own, rather close to the front. I still don't have many friends, like I have people that I talk to but i'm not exactly close to then or anything. They probably just all think i'm a loser with the worst luck in the world. However, I can't blame them.

I took out my phone, followed by my earphones and plugged them in. I scrolled through a few playlists before settling with a song. I placed my bag on the spear seat beside me, not really wanting anyone to sit there.

I had my head down and eyes glued to my phone the whole bus ride, occassionally looking up when we stopped to check our location.

We finally arrived at school, I rushed off the bus and walked to my locker with my earphones still in.

I reached my locker and threw my bag in and took out what I needed for my first few classes.

In the corner of my eye, I realised a brown-haired guy with hazel eyes entering a combination into the locker next to mine.

I took out my earphones and zipped them into a compartment in the front of my bag.

"Hey, whats up? I'm Hunter." He introduced himself.

I looked around, confused as to whether he was talking to me or not.

"I'm talking to you." He chuckled before holding his hand out for a handshake.

"And you are?" He asked

"Zendaya." I replied whilst shaking his hand.

"Are you new or something? I don't think i've seen you around before." I asked him, attempting to make conversation.

"Uh, yeah. I just moved."

"Cool, cool." I dragged on awkwardly.

DIIIIING

Saved by the bell.

I slammed my locker shut.

"Well I better get going, where you headed?" I asked, trying to be polite.

"West 242."

Damnit me too.

"Yeah me too, you can follow me if you want." I offered.

"That would be cool." He said before I began to walk off, with him following.

"So where'd you move from?" I broke the awkward silence.

"Texas. Are you originally from LA?"

"Born and raised. Why did you move?"

"Better buisness opportunites out here, I guess." He spoke casually.

We entered the classroom and I sat at the back and slouched down onto the desk.

Mrs Cleveland waltzed into to room, like every other teacher did on the first day of school.

Like for real, what are they so damn excited about.

"Good morning ya'll" She greeted the us cheerily.

"Good morning Mrs Cleveland." We all sang oozing laziness and a slack tone in unison.

"So" Mrs Cleveland started. "We have a new student, lets make Hunter welcome." She welcomed him whilst gesturing him to stand.

"Tell us a bit about yourself, Hunter." She insisted.

"Uhm, well I'm originally from Texas. I moved here last month because my dad found a better job here. I like music, dirtbiking and soccer."

DING

***

After 4 hours of happy teachers and bullshit work and classes, it was finally lunch.

As I walked through the halls, I received some weird looks from people I didn't even know or people looking at me and then whispering to their squad.

I threw my books into my locker and directed myself for the cafeteria.

I took some food that looked good, payed and sat a table alone.

I ate in peace, just how I like it. I so prefer the quiet life over the dramatic life.

I looked over to a group of kids and Hunter looking at me and laughing.

I stood up, approaching them.

"What's so funny?!" I asked them.

"Go away, loser." I heard one of the people say.

"Excuse me?" I spoke with attitude, going uncomfortably close to him.

"Woah, you're right. Zendaya is crazy. What a temper. Haha, she was probably the one who shot her mum." Hunter remarked to the guy sitting next to him.

I raised my eyebrow and looked at him.

"What did you say?" I spoke slowing, my anger starting to boil.

"You heard me." He replied with a sense of pride.

I clenched my fists whilst walking over to him. How dare he.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to me.

"You sure as hell better take that back or you're going to regret it, motherfucker." I threatened.

I threw him off his seat, to the ground and flashed him a quick fake smile before walking down the path that was created by the group of people that was surrounding us.

He looked absolutely mortified.

I went to my locker and took my bag out.

I walked out the front doors of the school, headed for the hospital.

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