Mr.Malik (Revised)

The Field Trip. (Part 2)

Chapter 5: The Field Trip. (Part 2)

Autumn's P.O.V

"Babe." I felt someone shaking me, "Babe wake up." I finally heard Zayn's voice as I began slowly waking up.

"Go away." I groaned and bat his hand away.

"Wake up." Zayn huffed, suddenly I felt his lips on my neck. He began to suck and bite my skin.

"Zayn." I moaned out.

He than licked the spot and kissed it, softy.

Than I came to realize what he did, "Zayn! You just gave me a hickey! What is everyone going to think!?" I jumped up quickly and he just sat back, smirking, proud of what he did. "I told you to wake up and this was what you get for not waking up."

"Fuck you, Zayn." I grumble, getting off the couch.

"I would love you to." I turned around, giving him a look. He smirked and sent me a wink. I walked into the kitchen to get a cup of water, when I noticed that it was almost ten o'clock. I ran back into the living room, in complete panic.

"Zayn you gotta take me home! If I'm not home by ten my brother will kill me!" I cried out in fear, thinking I wasn't going to make it home in time.

"Grab your bag and lets go." Zayn instructed and grabbed his car keys.

We ran out to his Range Rover and we both jumped in. He stuck the key in the ignition and started the engine, taking off in a hurry. He drove fast, but carefully enough that he wouldn't get caught, through town until we reached my house. Luckily, we pulled up just a couple minutes before ten.

"Thanks so much, Zayn!" I said happily and leaned across the console, our lips met and broke apart within seconds.

"See you tomorrow, Autumn." he winked at me.

"Bye, Zayn." I smiled, giving him a little wave. Once he drove off I ran up to my front door and unlocked it. I opened the door and tripped over the rug that was right against the door. I let out a groan into the floor as I heard Val and Kyle laughing.

"You two shouldn't be laughing." I whined, standing up and slipping my shoes off, "Where's mum and dad?"

"They are on a 'business' trip right now."Valerie said with air quotations and an eye roll.

"Oh great." I mumbled, rolling my eyes as well and headed upstairs. Whenever my mum and dad go in their 'business' trips, they come home happy and cheerful, and well that ends up  turning into major lust. My parents still act as if they are teenagers. Very horny teenagers.

I threw my bag on my bean bag chair and collapsed on my bed. I thought about all the events that happened through our the day. Especially everything that dealt with Zayn. His brown eyes and shaggy hair, the way he kissed me, and most definitely the way his arms felt wrapped around me, was stuck in my mind. I smiled at the thought of Zayn. He may be my teacher, but at this point that doesn't matter, it's just how we feel about each other. Right? I closed my eyes and soon drifted into dreamland. Again.

••••••

I woke up with a bright smile on my face. I looked at the time to see that it was five o'clock in the morning. I didn't have to be to school until at least eight. I laid back down, trying to drift back to sleep, but instead I just laid in my spot staring at my ceiling. I let out a groan and got out of bed. I walked over to my closet, grabbed my clothes for the day and ran into my bathroom. I turned my water on, shedding all my clothes and hopping into my nice warm shower. After, maybe, an hour I finished and got out and wrapped a towel around my body. I walked over to the mirror and began to blow dry my hair. I instantly stopped when I saw the little gift that Zayn had left on my neck the night before. I set my blow drier down, touched the nice bruise on my next and decided I was gonna send a picture of my bruise to Zayn. It wasn't long until he replied to the picture.