Should We Tell Them (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

"Maybe next time love,"

Thanks  Jem for the amaZAYN cover;) xx~Henrietta

The school day is going very slowly. That is also one of the many reasons I hate school, but dont we all. Exept that girl Kiara, she seems to love school. Odd, because nearly everyong in this school tells her to and I quote. "Beat it!" Poor her, that doesnt mean that because I feel sorry for her that I will become her friend. No way! I dont want to be hated and by hanging out with Chelsea and my new friend Jemima I wont be. 

Jemima's awesome, she's laid back and doesnt give a damn what anyone thinks about her, she's so pretty its unbelievable way more prettier than Chelsea but that doesnt make her any better than Chelsea. Jemima can be very b*tchy to those she doesnt like. People call her Jem, I called her that once and she literally growled at me. I'm never calling her that again. 

Zayn Malik POV 

The new girl was hanging out with Chelsea and Jemima. I think her name is Micah, I think.  

"Chelsea, whats that new girls name?" I asked her, hoping she wouldnt interrogate me. 

"Why? Thinking of leaving me are you?" she said raising her eyebrows. She really shouldnt do that, she looks ugly when she does. 

"No!" I kissed her on the forehead not wanting to get any of her sticky lip gloss on my lips. "Harry wants to know. He asked me to ask you." I lied to know that if I told her I wanted to know she would kill me. 

"Oh," She said "Her name is Micah,Micah Maypa. Just tell Harry not to ruin her!"  

"Will do." I said smiling. 

*** 

After I dropped her of to her class after I headed off to my class. The hallways were nearly empty. The only people in the hallways were couples or people making themselves late, Wannabe's and the emo's doing only god knows what. I think their high... Smart idea.(Sarcasm) Dont they know that you dont get freaking high in school hallways! You think people have common sense. They dont!  

Woah! Bumped into someone. Ooh a girl. Look up, look up. Ugh she's taking to long. I bent down to help her.  

"Sorry babe,"  

"It's okay," She said not wanting to make a fuss of anything. 

"Your a bit late arent you. What class do you have now?" I asked her. She smiled and said. 

"Art with Mr.Crowning,"  

"Shall I escort you?" I asked bowing down and wrapping her hand in mine. She giggled. 'Her hands are soft' I thought. What the... Why the heck did I think that. Have I gone soft or something? 

I think the emotion on my face changed to suit what I was thinking because she asked me if everything was alright. I just nodded and she didnt ask me anything again, which I was thankful for because I wasnt in the mood for questions. 

When we got to the class Mr.Crowning told me I was late again and told me to sit down. I dont understand why he always tells me that I am late, dude! I know! He just doesnt get the fact that I just dont give a damn.  

"Class, this is the new girl. Micah Mypa." Mr.Crowning annonced. His voice is just so damn irratating, it's worse than Chelsea's. Wait! What did he say! Oh my gawsh. She's Micah! 'She's beautiful.' I thought to myself. I mentally slapped myself. Get your shit together dude!  

She sat beside me. I suddenly had this urge to skip this class and get some air outside. 

"Shit!" I said rather loudly, didnt mean to though. 

"What was that Mr.Malik?"  

"Shoot! I forgot my notepad." I said hoping he would let me get out of this class room.  

"Its okay Mr.Malik we wont be needing it today." I faked a sigh of relief. Might as well make this class enjoyable. 

"Ello love," I whispered in my British accent. I moved to LA a few years ago. Left my parents in London. I left for a reason. I hate them, they hate me. My parents called me a mistake. No one in this school knows about them but me. I told them my parents were dead, they all believed me. Well, c'mon who wouldnt? 

Micah's POV 

"Ello love" he whispered, lucky him he had a british accent. 

"Hi." I said hoping that he would end the conversation there. My bad luck decided to kick in. 

"I'm Zayn Malik," as he said that he turned around fully to face me. In the corner of my eye I could see Mr.Crowning glare at him but then he turned back to the student. He licked his lips and looked at me from head to toe with lustful eyes. Me being the cheeky type, I decided to play with his head a bit. I leaned over towards him giving him full view of my chest. I whispered into his ear. 

"Wanna play a game?" I placed my hand on his leg and inch by inch I neared his crotch area every inch my hand went i asked him if he was nervous yet. When I was close enough to his crotch area I stared into his gorgous eyes, he looked back at me and then he looked at his crotch. I looked around the class looking for something to distract him so I can quickly remove my hand before I get any closer. And to my luck the secretary came in. As she said my name I quickly removed my hand from his leg. I leaned over to him and said. 

"Maybe next time love" I winked at him, grabbed my bag and was out the door. Before I left I heard him sigh. I guess that was because I didnt reach where he would have liked. I smirked at myself. I walked into the office. I felt my face drop. 

"Mom? What are you doing here?" I shook my head "I ment how come you decided to visit me today?" 

"I came to tell you that your dad is in the hospital and their transferring him to a different hospital," she said  

"Okay, I know that part."  

"It's in a different country" she whispered quietly so that i was the only one who could hear her.  

"Does that mean we're moving again?" I whispeed back looking down at my shoes, fearing the answer was going to yes.  

"No. You're not going, me and Drew are. I am leaving you in the house. Alone." She whispered the last word.  

*** 

When my mom told me I was going to be alone in the house for a month my heart stopped and fear kicked in. A part of me was happy that i was going to be alone for a month. It ment I could have a huge party and not get in trouble and best thing is if I do have a party, I can just get the maids to clean it up for me. A bigger part of me was scared.