He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 13: Rage

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I'm sitting in class, trying to concentrate while resting my head on my chin. Tamara is sitting next to me, and keeps giving me looks. I can tell she is desperate to talk to me, about Zayn.

I'm surprised the others hasn't told her about me and Zayn hanging out yet, but I guess she'll just warn me like the others. 

When class is over, she quickly collects her books - damaging a perfect pink nail while doing it - and drags me with her out of the class room with her surprisingly strong arms.

She waits untill the majority of the students have left, and then she starts.
- "I've spoken to Harry.." she pauses, looking down at her, now ruined, nail. Then her tone changes.
- "Zoe what the hell are you doing with a guy like him!?" 

I feel protective of Zayn for some reason, and I don't like it when people talk about him like that when they don't even know him.

- "You don't even know him," I say, hoping she will just let me go, though I figure she wont.

- "No, YOU don't even know him," she shoots back, "I know plenty about him,"

"Yea maybe I don't know him, but at least I don't judge him without actually trying to get to know him first," I say in a slight angry tone. I feel like Tamara and I are in two completely different places. 

- "He's just so messed up, Zou! Like how is he being nice to you? He takes you to school, and gives you one of his cheeky smiles once in awhile? He's hot and he knows it! He just wants to get between your legs, and then he'll forget everything about you! You're naive, Zoe!" She's almost yelling. The vain in her forehead looks like it's about to pop, and I take a step back. 

I have a hard time recognizing that sweet cotton candy-like girl I have become friends with.

She really thinks that little about me. But a little part of me actually takes in her words. Maybe I AM naive and stupid. I mean I hardly know him.


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Zayn's POV

Walking out of the classroom, a guy steps out in front of me, blocking my way. It's Liam.
Fucking step aside.

"We need to talk," he looks serious, and I assume he's here to talk about Zoe.
I try walking past him, but he grabs my bicep. 
I don't bother getting angry, so I just follow him down the hallway.

There was a time when Liam and I were close friends - almost like brothers. That's a long time ago, but I don't forget. He was the best friend I've ever had. 

He's always been the "good guy" who's only wish is to please everyone - the innocent one. Now that we pretty much hate each other, I prefer to refer to him as "the weak one". 

We drifted apart when it started going downhill for me. I was weak back then and vulnerable over all the fucked up shit with me dad, and I felt like I needed to man up and  get tougher. To switch off my emotions.
Liam didn't like that at all. He didn't like the cigarettes, the tattoos, how I acted when I was drunk, or the girls I took home with me. 

I tried several times to win him back: taking him to clubs - but he couldn't lie about his age - getting him girls - but he wasn't confident enough to make a move or do anything with them anyway. 

I see now how that was a bad move, and how I screwed up my life - and it just got worse from there.
Liam started ignoring me. I guess I had just changed too much. Grown up.
I pitied him back then, but now I almost envy him. 

I'm trying so hard to change now, to get back on track, but the only one who seems to be brave enough to give me a chance is Zoe. 

She doesn't listen to the rumors - or maybe she does, but she just chooses to get to know me before judging, she chooses not to be scared of me. Or at least she doesn't show it to my face. That's one of the things I like about her. 

I follow Liam outside, and he is still having a firm hold around my arm, which is fucking annoying so I flex the muscle and he lets go.
He turns around to face me and looks me directly in the eyes. 

- "You need to back off, Zayn!"

- "Don't tell me what to do," I frown. What the fuck is his problem. "What's up?" 

- "Seriously Zayn I don't know what you're doing, but don't play with her feelings, she'll get hurt"

I raise my eyebrows, and he keeps going. 

- "She's not like the girls you use to be around, and you need to respect that she's not a toy or a slut,"
he says, however what he really is saying is - she's a virgin. Anyway I'm pretty sure she is.

The rage already rushes through my body, the way it does when I'm about to burst. I have to clench my fists to try and calm myself down. I don't wanna lose face, but I don't wanna lash out either. I don't know why I always get so angry.

- "I know you feel for what your dad did, and for your bad choices, but don't put it out on a girl like Zoe,"
he sounds angry as well now.

He's trying to get to me, and it works. He knows not to fucking mention my dad.

He looks like he is already regretting his words when I feel the tears filling my eyes, but he fucking shouldn't have gone there. 

Before I can even try to calm myself down further, my fist collides with Liam's jaw. 

- "You know nothing about my dad!"

I hit him again and again, and I enjoy the feeling of being in control as I hover over his vulnerable body lying on the asphalt, trying to protect his face with his arms.

I feel two strong arms enclosing me from behind, as the salty tears run down my twisted face. 

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