"Never thought I'd see you here." says Zayn, as we walk into detention.
"My parents are going to kill me." I mutter
Zayn chuckles, "Just don't tell them."
"Dont they get a voicemail or something?" I ask, running my hands through my hair.
"If our parents got told, whenever we had detention, I would be dead by now." Zayn says, then inhales the scent of the detention room, "This is like my second home."
"No talking Mr.Malik." says the teacher that's supposed to be 'supervising' us.
"Dont you have something else to do other than, supervise a bunch of teenagers?" Zayn asks, kicking both his legs up on the desk.
The teacher, however just smirks, as if she's used to Zayns questions, "And don't you have anything better to do than get in trouble all the time?" she asks.
"Yeah, I would stop, but I know you enjoy my company, and your happiness is truly important to me." Zayn says, putting a hand over his heart, and winking.
"If you truly do care about my happiness, just leave Zayn." she says, pointing to the door.
"Gladly, Ms.Case." Zayn says, grabbing his skateboard on the way out.
"Let me guess. He's your best friend, known him since you were kids. But. He's the exact opposite from you. He drinks, he smokes, and more." says Sage, drumming her red nails on the table.
"You have a way of figuring people out." I mutter.
"Well, am I right?" she asks, blowing her gum into a bubble.
"His parents are rich." I point out
"Ah, yes how can I forget? His parents are rich, he doesn't like it, and he rebels againts them?" she says, picking at her nails.
"I bet I can figure you out." I say, leaning closer to her.
She glances at me, and smirks "I'd love to see you try." she continues to pick at her nails, and mutters "They couldn't figure it out."
I ignore it, and start scanning her. Typical bad ass, right? Leather jacket, attitude, not a care in the world.
This is easy.
"You hate your parents, you don't care what anyone thinks about you, and you don't have a heart."
She glances at me and rolls her eyes, "My parents are dead."
"O-Oh I'm so-"
"Your sorry? No I don't think so." she lets put a small chuckle. "Everyone says they're sorry, I don't need your fucking sympathy." she spits.
"And you know why I don't?" she says, her full attention on me now.
She leans in closer, our noses almost touching, and my heart beat increases, but I look into her big brown eyes, glancing at her lips only for a second.
"Because I killed them." she whispers.
That's where my heart stops.
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Toxic
Teen Fiction"People like her, where the ones my mom had warned me about. People like her were toxic." "But it was to late." "I had already fallen for Sage."
