Bad Crowd [Punk Zayn]

Ch 3: The Project

You guys have got to remind me I havea story on here- I already have up to chapter 16 on another website for this story. 

My alarm clock buzzed in my ears obnoxiously as I blindly felt around, trying to find the annoying clock. A minute later the noise stopped as my hand hit my clock. After getting dressed (data.whicdn.com/images/56024836/156998_431857323570905_1592975525_n_large.jpg how do you hyperlink?), I headed downstairs to find an empty kitchen. My parents are almost always out of the house before I get up and my mom is usually home about an hour or two after me but my dad on the other hand is rarely home. I started to make myself some eggs and bacon then remembered my conversation with Zayn. Looks like I'm getting a ride to school, but it's with a guy everyone told me to avoid.... Not sure if that's a good thing or not... Not sure why I eventually agreed to get rides from Zayn. After finishing my breakfast, I started digging through the various boxes in my house, trying to find my skateboard then the doorbell rang. Right when I was about to close the box, my hand ran across something smooth and flat. Excited, I pulled out the object to find myself holding my skateboard. I quickly slipped it into my backpack then swung my backpack over my shoulder and opened the door to find Zayn.

"Morning." I greeted

"Morning." Zayn muttered, rubbing his face tiredly

"Tired?" I asked, walking past him and toward his car

Zayn grunted in response as we got in the car and he started driving.

"What's with the Varsity jacket?" Zayn asked after a minute

"What about it?" I asked

"Did you actually letter in something or did you just buy it?" he asked

"I lettered in dance in Atlanta." 

"You dance?"

"Yeah, I picked it up in middle school."

"I can't dance to save my life."

"What can you do?"

"What's that's suppose to mean?" snapped Zayn 

"Do you play a sport or something?" I elaborated

"I used to play football (soccer for the Americans)."

"What made you stop?"

Zayn didn't answer for a minute then I realized how stupid that was to ask.

"I just.... Complications." Zayn muttered

Way to make it awkward Taylor... We pulled up to the school and Zayn parked in the back of the parking lot. 

"I'll meet you back here after school." he muttered then walked off toward some of his friends.

Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out my skateboard and deiced to have a little fun. I hoped on my skateboard then began to weave between cars, skating around the school. Riding up onto the sidewalk, I grinded across the bike rack then when I hit the sidewalk again I did a kick flip. I did a quick ollie then hopped off my skateboard, kicked it up toward me when I saw a guy standing in front of me. He had light brown hair, that was tucked up in a Bennie, light brown eyes and had a skateboard tucked under on of his arms. 

"Hi." I greeted

"Hey," the guy responded "Skater chick?" he asked

I shrugged 

"Guess so." 

The boy nodded

"Do I know you?" he asked "I don't think I've seen you around here before..."