Him <3 ~A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction~

Chapter 1~ Him?

~Riley's POV~

"So what do you You want in a guy?" My best friend Jessica asked.

It was an annoying Monday morning during studyhall. And instead of studying for our two big exams, we were talking about guys. To me, guys were like toys. All you had to do was use them for about a week and break his heart before he gets a chance to break yours. That was all they were good for.

It's not that I was going around trying to break guys hearts, I just made sure I had my guards up when they came at me. Ever heard about love is a battlefield? Well it is. It's a war that you have to be prepared for: or else someone is getting hurt. And I know for sure, that if I was ever in love, I'm NOT gonna be one to get wounded.

I always seemed to play hard to get. I never wanted my heart to be broken, so I just focused on two things: school, and my best friend. But after a while, its hard to only focus on those two things. Every girl always dreamed of that hot, sweet, guy who is madly in love with them. But at my highschool, you didnt get that. You got immature freaks who laughed at the word boobs. -_-

But then, there is always that one guy. That one who you dream about every time you get a free second. And it was him.

I've watched him everyday at studyhall while he scrolled on his phone instead of studying. He was cute, quite buff, and he looked like a good time.

"HIM" I replied smirking

"Him?" Jessica had a confused look on her face. "The one over there looking at that girls ass?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes him." I replied.

His name was Brad. He was the high school jock. Yeah I know what your saying, but he seemed different. Or at least he looked it. He looked like the type who talked with you for hours on the phone until you feel asleep on him. He may have been a big buff jock on the outside, but he could be a sweetheart on the outside. He looked like a keeper. My kind of keeper. Maybe we would just hang out for a few weeks, then go our separate ways until I break it off

"You, look for Brad Mattews in a guy? What happened to "girl power", and "we don't need a guy to be happy?"" She questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Jess," I started. "We can't be lonely forever... Plus, he looks like a nice guy." I confessed.

"Yeah he looks like a DOUCHEBAG!" She half yelled. "I mean, the dude practically is as stupid as a fucking rock!"

I thought back at her remark. Maybe she was right. Brad Matthews was a little stupid. But I wasn't going to let that tiny little thing change my mind. "Well who are you suggesting then? Should I go for someone like.." I scanned the room full of musty, smelly, immature guys. (Except for Brad of course.) I pointed to the ugliest guy in the room. "Him?" I asked.

She giggled. "No!" She gripped my shoulders and pointed to some guy. "Someone like him." She suggested. He wasn't bad looking. But definitely not my type. He had dark, dark hair into a messy quiff, and had facial  hair that filled his face perfectly. Actually he was kinda cute. He had on a navy blue long sleeve shirt that stopped right before his elbows. He was jotting stuff down into his book.

Maybe I could abort Brads mission and make one for him. Then I snapped out of it.

"Uhm... Him?" I asked. "I don't know."

She pointed her finger out to him. "He's not that bad looking. And he looks just like your type. I heard he rides a motorcycle." She sang.

I stared at him hardly until I'm guessing he felt my eyes piercing his body. He turned around and our eyes met. He smiled at me, waving his pencil at me.

I queasd an awkward smile then quickly looked away and turned back around to the table. "Stop trying to turn me away from Brad. I like him and that's that." I said sternly.

She looked at me for awhile then shrugged. "Fine with me." She gave in. "So go and talk to him." She nudged me in my pelvis.

I gave her a look. "Are you crazy? I can't ask him yet, I have to have the perfect scenario."

"Just say what's up and see if he invited you to his party everyone is talking about." She explained. She fixed my camisole and made it lower so my cleavage could show. "If you wanna talk to this asshole, you gotta show something."

I gave her a look and pulled it back up. "Not. Happening."

As I took the pride to walk up to him, I was stopped in my tracks by a guy. 

But not just any guy, it was the quiff guy.

I saw his full outfit which included a pair of bleached skinny jeans and a pair of Nike sneakers. I got a closer look at his face and saw a small hoop earring in one of his ears.

I awkwardly nodded giving a polite smile. "If this is about my staring, I'm really sorry I was just-"

"Checking me out?" He asked.

I'm guessing he was waiting for me to laugh but I kinda wasn't having it. "Uh, no, I wasn't checking you out actually." I replied.

He smiled. "I actually wanted to find an excuse to talk to you..." His voice trailed off.

I saw that he was getting nervous. He liked me! Wow. It's been a while since a guy has actually liked me and was nice enough to walk up to me. I nodded awkwardly.

"By the way, I'm Zayn." He held out his hand for me to shake it. "You know, I was wondering if you would like to hang out or something sometime. I'll give you my num-"

I shook it, looking around to see Brad getting ready to leave. Look, Za-in," I said sternly "I'm kinda in the middle of something, so if you dont mind, could you just um..." I said signaling to the other side.

He had a shocked look on his face. Cocky much? Did he really think I was gonna say yes to his corny little get up. By the time he walked away, I felt glad that I said no. And my confidence boosted a bit more. I walked to try to catch up with Brad.

But the second I got toward him, the bell let out a LONG RING. Damn.

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HEY GUYS I AM EDITING THE FIRST PART OF MY STORY! I GOT A BETTER BEGINNING AND IIM USING MY WRITING SKILLS THAT I SHOULDVE BEEN USING WHEN I STARTED THIS BOOK!