The faint sound of a train whistle brought me out of my light sleep.
Last night had been bad. Not one of the worst, but bad enough that I had barely drifted into a light sleep. He came back to our small home at about 12. Early for him. Thats how I knew that it was going to be a long night.
Great I thought. This is exactly what I need; to look tired and physically exhausted on the first day of college. But I couldnt be more excited.
I walked into the bathroom and immediatly locked the door behind me. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I decided to put on a little more makeup than usual adding some eyliner and a slightly bolder lip gloss. I got dressed and walked out into the kitchen.
The sight made me want to scream. Why did i deserve this? The entire living room was trashed. Broken glass shattered bottles and papers scattered everywhere. And the worst part was my father. He was laying on the couch with a beer spilt on his lap as he slept. The anger boiled inside of me but I knew I couldnt do anything. So I grabbed a banana and my bag and left.
I walked into my first class and my eyes immediatly scanned the rows of desks for the nicest looking person to sit with. I found a girl with straight blonde hair an gorgeous blue eyes in the second row and decided she was my best bet.
"Hi Im Sierra! Um is there anyone sitting here?" I walked up to her.
She immediatly looked up and smiled "No!"
I smiled graciously as I sat down
"Im Ally" She said still smiling.
The teacher walked in and he looked as if he was about in his late 50s. He started the lecture that everyone gets on the first day about what the course will be like and what we will do. Yuck. I try to look around for anything that will keep my attention until a boy casually walked into the room smirking. He didnt seem the least bit concerned that he was 15 minutes late. Hes the most gorgeous boy i have ever seen in my life and I had to remeber to breathe out.
He had tattoos up his arm and onto his chest and he wore a beat up leather jacket. His black hair was up into a quiff and he laughed when the teacher scolded him on being late.
"You must be Zayn" The teacher looked at his attendance papers.
"Yeah thats me."
"Well take a seat before I send you to the Deans"
Zayn casually strolled up the aisle and of course sat right next to me. Five minutes into the teachers boring lecture Zayn turned to me and did a double take. Oncewe made eye contact he smiled awkwardly and turned around. We didnt talk the rest of the period.
As the bell rang I hurried to collect my things and started towards the door. My volleyball class was on the other side of campus, and I guess I was rushing because one of my notebooks dropped. As i turned around, I was surprised to see Zayn with it in his hands coming towards me.
"Here you uh dropped this..."
"Thanks! I guess i was walking to fast. I have to make it to the other side of campus."
"Yeah me too I have volleyball" I didnt know if having another class with him was a good thing or a bad thing yet.
"Same! But um we should probably like run there we will never make it!"
Zayn slowly shook his head and grabbed my hand. An action that took me by surprise. He led me across the campus earning several stares girls and guys.
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I walked down the sidewalk thinking about today. Zayn had stared at me throughout volleyball. And I was confused on why he held my hand. Throughout the day I had heard more and more about Zayn. He was popular. The "punk". Always skipping class and smoking.
I was snatched out of my daydream when I reached my driveway. I didnt know what would be inside but I never did. As I opened the door I could smell the achohal.
I walked through the main entrance and saw him leaning against the kitchen counter. He glared at me. And I tried to remain calm.
"Where have you been?"
"At school.... I started college today" He took two steps towards me and I flinched.
"Dont give me an attitude!" He slurrs.
He stormed over to me and slapped me in the face. I felt the sting immediatly. I blinked away the tears and tried to stay calm. He grabbed my arm and yanked me inside......
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I spent all week working on a term paper that had to be twenty pages. Me and Zayn had swapped numbers and he texted me everyday even if it was just to say hi. Me and Ally hungout twice and I really liked her. she was one of those girls who was there for you forever. As I walked into class on Friday, I handed in my paper before sitting in my seat between Ally and Zayn. Trying not to draw attention to myself, i just stared ahead. I knew I had bruises and probably marks all over me.
"Why are you wearing long sleeves in warm weather? Arent you sweating?!" Ally asked. I knew she wasnt suspecting anything but I still got apprehensive.
"I uh just like this shirt." I smiled and she turned around to talk to some blonde she had told me about who was also friends with Zayn. I think his name was Niall.
"You have been wearing that shirt all week!" Zayn commented and I felt scared. What if he found out? what would I say? i didnt know how to respond so i just shrugged it off and continued the class.
After the grueling lecture the teacher gave we were let out and we started to volleyball. As we were walking, Zayn took my hand in his. This is the second time hes done it and honestly its confusing me. I wasnt sure what that meant. Was he trying to flirt? Maybe it was just friendly.
"So um Sierra?" He seeme very nervous. Which was unusual for him. The big shot.
I cocked my head to the side waiting for his question.
"Would you want to go on a date with me tonight?"
(Hii!!! Im taylor :) and i know this is sort of like a cliffhanger not a very good one!! I have so many ideas for this story and Im just getting started so dont judge me yet!!
For all of you wondering Sierra is the model on the cover and Zayn is Zayn ahha. Ally is Ashley Benson)
