My Beautiful King

Chapter Ten

I couldn't stop singing. Or smiling. Ever since Zayn had requested for me to be his girlfriend, I felt like a changed person. For the past couple weeks, I had been belting out some of the world's best love songs on repeat. If only Zayn would sing with me... He had such a beautiful voice, it was a shame he wouldn't act on his talent. Maybe I could use my role as his girlfriend to help him realise that he should make singing a hobby; or even let it verge onto career. But I couldn't be too pushy; Zayn didn't need a girlfriend that tried to dictate his life.

Girlfriend. I was Zayn's girlfriend.

"Hey beautiful," Zayn said as he enclosed his arms around my waist and gave me a peck on the nose. "Vas happening?"

I felt my face break out into raw happiness as I heard his signature catchphrase. I looked around and saw a mass of envious school-girls pass us by on their way to lesson. I loved the jealous looks that I received. I loved the fact that he displayed his affection for me so publicly. I loved him; I was confident of it.

"I'm fantastic, babe. Just chilling with my boyfriend." I breathed in his masculine scent and rejoiced in it. He was mine. All mine for the keeping and no one was going to change that. Zayn always smelt so good; it made me want to run my hands all over his bare skin...

"Alright you two no need to get all soppy on school grounds." Becca screwed up her face as her and Hayley walked behind us. "Save that crap for the weekend."

"No need to get lippy." Zayn warned. "Me and Ash are just doing as couples do, we are a couple after all. Aren't we, Ash?"

"Yes we are." I said in a sing-song voice as tried to shake the thought of Zayn's naked chest out my head. I planted a delicate kiss on Zayn's prominent jaw line. I was sure I could hear Becca make a distinct barfing noise behind us.

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"Ashley, are you done talking? If you don't mind, I'd like to continue with my lesson."

"Actually, I'm not done." I replied contemptuously. "And you don't need my attention to continue your lesson, so go on. Continue."

The class erupted into laughs. Mr Withers turned puce-faced with infuriation.

"Ashley Jones, I will not tolerate you talking to me like that!"

"Too bad."

"Ashley Jones, get out of my classroom."

"I'd really rather not."

"NOW."

I rolled my eyes and stood up to leave the classroom. That was the second time Mr Withers had sent me out from his stupid lesson. Not that it particularly bothered me. Mr Withers was crap.

I slammed the door shut on my out and leaned against the corridor wall, heart beating fit to burst. There was something quite thrilling about getting in trouble; there was a sort of adrenaline pump that I was beginning to thrive off.

"Excuse me?" A timid year seven stood in front of me, lugging a massive rucksack on her shoulders. "Can you direct me to room-"

"Do I look like a bloody map to you?" I snapped. "Go ask someone who gives a fuck."

The girl looked petrified before scampering off.

Power. I loved it.

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Lunchtime came around before I knew it. Everyone went to sit on our famous bench and I went to perch on my favourite spot; Zayn's lap. There was something so comfortable about being that close to Zayn; he would drum his fingers softly on my kneecaps or whisper his thoughts to me in his sexy Yorkshire accent. Everything about Zayn was so sensual and it was starting to rub off on me. I always felt attractive and powerful whenever I was in his presence; I became this provocative dominatrix that could turn Zayn on with a click of my fingers. But that was only in my head. In reality, I had to keep it clean. I could sense the scrutinising eyes of all our friends on us, over the sound of their chatter, as I fed him the last of my fish and chips. Zayn playfully trapped my fingers between his lips, causing me to erupt into a fit of girlish giggles. I could think of plenty more places on my body I wanted him to touch...

Becca didn't utter a word for the majority of lunch. Hayley said that she wasn't feeling well and was tired. I felt sorry for Becca, we were friends but we had never really had the opportunity to speak; whenever I went to talk to her she was always cranky and flare up at me. Her lack of sleep must've really been getting to her; she was starting to almost look angry.

"It's really cold." Becca voiced loudly and cleared her throat, eyes glued on Zayn's black leather jacket.

"Yeah," Zayn smiled as he shrugged off his expensive ebony threads. "Ash, baby? You wanna wear this?"

I gazed back at him, grinning stupidly. Nodding, I took the jacket from his outstretched hand and draped it over my shoulders. "Thanks, gorgeous!" I snuggled closer to him before winking at Becca jokingly. She gawped at me; fists curled up into balls and stood up abruptly.

"I have to go." She announced. "I... Hayley come with me." Hayley nodded and picked up her gaudy designer handbag from the gravel. They both scurried off to the toilets, chatting animatedly.

"Is she alright?" I asked concerned. No one spoke; I was instead given a reply in the format of mumbles and shrugs.

"Doesn't matter!" Zayn muttered as he lifted my chin with his index finger and thumb. Bringing my face closer to his, our lips connected in a small sweet kiss.

But it did matter. Becca had been off with me quite personally and it was essential to make sure that I was in her good books. It was one thing to date the hottest guy in the school, but it wasn't all I needed to maintain my position at the top of this 'social pyramid'. It was essential for me to befriend the Queen Bee. I guess that the problem with Becca was a mystery that I'd have to solve for myself.