New Guy

Chapter 6

Everybody's POV:

We all saw Zayn, Justin, Perrie and Nicola fight. We thought it was over ages ago. But here we go again. It's never any of us...Always Nicola and Zayn....I wonder why....

Nicola's POV:

Niall and I live close together so we walk home together and keep each other company on the way. It's always only been us two, never anyone else from our school, until today.

Perrie leaves school through the same gate that we do. She crosses the same road that we do. We hang back a bit to get distance and then leave.

Niall and I are half way home and having a laugh when Perrie comes out of nowhere and slams me onto a wall. Niall quickly reacts and tries to push her off, but she pushes him back and he falls on his wrist. It looks like he twisted it and he can't move it anymore, but he keeps trying and failing to help.

"What do you want, Perrie?!" I scream at her.

"To watch you suffer!" She snaps back.

"Why me? You jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous of someone like you?"

"Because my life is normal and yours is completely messed up?" I ask, again, being a smart-ass. And it's fun.

This time she doesn't reply but punches me in the tummy. I squeal in pain and Niall gets up and punches her with his good arm. She kicks him and he slams into a different wall, knocked out.

"Niall!" I shout, now seriously pissed.

I kick her as hard as I can and she falls back into a shrub or whatever and I quickly run over to Niall and get him up and running home with me. Perrie gets up but realizes it's too late, picks up her bag and disappears around a corner.

"Are you okay?" I ask looking at his arm, "did you twist it? Niall?"

"I'm okay! I'm okay! The real question is are YOU okay?" He quickly replies and hugs me straight after. I hug him back and I put his arm in a bandage using a bit of loose fabric from my bag I was supposed to use for an art project.

"I'm okay, now let's get home...And maybe we should walk a different way now..." I say. We walk home, silent for almost the whole way.

Zayn's POV:

"Zayn! We told you! No more fights! And what did you do? Ignored us and went and picked a fight with that kid again! Why did you do it this time, Zayn?" My dad is pissed off, after he finished reading the detention slip from school, "This is your last year of school, Zayn. Don't mess it up."

"It's not my fault! I swear if I didn't go over there they would've bloody killed her!"

"Who? And watch your language!"

"Nicola....And I'm 17, I think I have the right to speak however I like, thank you very much."

"Nicola? What do you, love this girl or something? She's so important that you have to get yourself hurt over her and put yourself on detention?!"

"I put my friends first, dad! I bet you did too when you were in high school!"

"Well, of course I did, Zayn! But I wasn't reckless and I knew when to stop, unlike you! Boundaries, Zayn, boundaries!"

"Whatever. Think what you want, I'm leaving." I snap back, grabbing my jacket and car keys then walking out the front door without looking back.