The Cross Between Good and Evil {One Direction}

2. The New Guy

The Cross Between Good and Evil

2. The New Guy

-Alianna'a POV

I'd just woken up from the weirdest dream.

I dreamt about vampires. Again. Ok, so for the past three months straight, I'd been having these strange dreams about vampires. Yeah, it's pretty crazy. I feel as though they need my help or something.

I hauled ass out of bed to get ready for school. I was contemplating whether or not to go. I mean ever since two months ago, I was getting slammed for puking on that guy (whose name I have still yet to learn). I'd lost my two closest friends. They didn't believe me and that really hurt and the main one who started even more rumors about me was Mia. We'd been friends since PRE-K and promised never to hurt each other. I was there for her and she wasn't for me.

I decided I wasn't going to wear anything special. I mean I wasn't even special anymore. I was no one. I picked out a blouse shirt. I paired that up with my favorite brown cardigan and black leggings. As I got dressed, I looked out my window. It was a rainy day in London. Just perfect. Matching my mood. I threw my hair into a bun, leaving two strands down, caressing my face. I went downstairs, I grabbed a muffin and sat there and nibbled on it. I sat that thinking,'Why do I even bother to keep going if I keep getting bullied? Why am I doing this?'

I put the muffin down. I went back to that night again. I put myself back into the living room and how I was on the couch, next to the strange boy. I tried to remember his face again. (I haven't seen him since that night.) All I could see were chocolate brown eyes. Beautiful, chocolate brown eyes.

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I'd arrived at school fifteen minutes late. Not like nobody really cared, though.the teachers here weren't worth a shit and only cared if you made the grades. Of course, I didn't. I didn't care about school. Literally. I only come because I wanted too.

I walked into biology. I heard the usual names I'd been called.

"Hey Vomit Slut!" A boy shouted. Then everyone faced me and began adding something to the fire.

"We're dissecting frogs today, skank face. Try to hold in your breakfast. Don't want to relive two months ago, do we?" The bitchy blonde Becca said. I shoved past her, ignoring the stupid comment.

Then I froze. It was him. From the party. The boy I puked on. The one who ruined my entire high school reputation. He sat there, looking as though he was in deep thought. I sat beside him (considering it was my seat). I didn't speak or move. I was petrified. Why was he here?! At my school?! I turned my head slightly toward him to notice he was looking at me. I quickly turned my head back forward. From the corner of my eye I could see him shuffling in his seat.

"You don't have to be scared of me, you know," I jumped at the sound of his voice.

It was still the normal British accent I knew, but with a slight Middle Eastern tang.

I didn't respond to him.

"I'm Zayn Malik," he said.

I knew he was trying to make conversation. I just didn't want to give in and let him in on my life. But I did anyways.

"I'm Alianna," I mumbled out. It was only above a slight whisper.

Still facing forward, I saw him look at me again. Then he faced forward again.

Mr. Barker, our biology teacher came in.

"Students!" He yelled. No one heard him. This was kind of an everyday thing. The teacher walks in, yells, students don't listen, fifty page project for the whole class due the next day.