Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Twenty Six

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX:

  “WHAT!?” I uncontrollably blurt out again.

  He looks at me like I’m a fucking idiot.

  “I’m Zayn’s brother.” He repeats. “I’m adopted.”

  He makes a face and then suddenly his eyes get big, changing his mood.

  He walks up to me and grabs my shoulder, “Did Zayn do this to you?” I look down and gasp at the disgusting purple bruises that completely take over my right chest area. I see a dark outlining of finger prints formed on my shoulder from Zayn grabbing me in the cafeteria… and his nasty bite mark completely covered with a deep red and purple shade.

  This is the first time I’ve actually looked at it, making me slightly nauseous and grossed out. It looks a lot worse than it feels.

  I quickly throw my hair over it so I can’t see it.

  “I told you, you need to stay away from him.” He says with a I told you so tone. I roll my eyes, this happened before he even said anything.

  “He’s not like that.” I say defending Zayn.

  "Boyfriends aren't suppose to treat their girlfriends like that." He continues in the same tone as before.

  "Like you would know. All you do is have sex with whores. You don't even know what its like to be in a relationship." I snap from not being able to stand him. I can see his facial expression completely change.

  I put him in his place and then turn around to leave.

  "Coming from the virgin." He spits back and I turn around to look at him.

  I go to give him a face, but he's already leaving. My hands ball in a fist from wanting to hit him. I take a deep breath and then go back to Zayn's room.

  "You could've told me he was your brother." I stare at him frustrated.

  "I thought you knew." He sits up and looks at me like I'm dumb.

  Okay, so apparently everyone knows and some how I was suppose to know that these seniors that I've never talked to until recently, who look nothing alike, and have different last names... are brothers.

  I just make the same face back at him.

  “Why do you think I got so mad? I mean, come on. You had to know. Out of everyone to make me jealous, you just so coincidentally have to use Louis?” He laughs weakly, “Okay…” He rolls his eyes from not believing me.

  “Zayn, I swear! I only talked to him because he gave me his number when he gave me a ride… I mean, I never actually called him but I just went up to him, to you know… make you jealous. I didn’t know you guys were brothers!” I ramble on, explaining myself quickly.

  His eyes are narrow and his mood is different, “He gave you a ride, when?”

  He stands still making me realize I should’ve worded that differently.

  “The day we were at Josh’s. I walked home and he stopped when he saw me.” His eyes still narrow and he studies me for a moment, “Why did he stop for you. He picks up strangers on the sides of roads now?” He questions me and I can tell he’s getting angry.

  “Um, well we uh… he got me coffee once.” I tell him truthfully and cringe as I wait for his reaction.

  “What.” He replies sharply but a lot more calm than I expected. “When was this?”