"Hey Zayn!" My bestfriend calls from down the hall. He's walking quite fast for just getting out of PE. I take a glimpse from past my locker door, taking in his features- light brown hair, brown eyes, a small birthmark on his neck, and he's pretty tall. I ignore the sweat on his forehead when he finally makes it over to me.
''Dude, why'd you ditch... Again?'' Liam asks annoyed. He opens his locker- which is next to mine- and stuffs his gym bag in.
I smirk, "I told you, I don't do gym." I shut my locker door and lean up against it. "Plus, I signed up for weights so I don't have to go to gym."
"Yeah, but it still sucks without out you." Liam complains. The bell rungs and the hallways being to fill up the smell of desperation. My eyes scan the hall, nerds huddled up with some trading cards, the cheerleaders letting their jock boyfriends grid on them against the lockers, couple of goths here and here, and then the inbetwiners.
The kids that don't fit in or kids that can hang with any group because they do some of the same things, but chose not to. But me, I'm in a class all my own. There aren't too many kids that belong to the mob, but one kid does know about it, and that's Liam. He actually found out on his own because when my brother brought home a guy to interrogate, he kinda just put two and two together. Plus my dad trusts him, so we didn't have to get rid of him when he freaked out about it.
My eyes sweep the hall one last time, and land on a girl I've never seen before in the halls of Hillson High. She's blonde, average height, blue eyes, and a hot butt. I turn over to Liam who just got his math book out of his locker.
"Who's that?" I point over in the girls direction. He looks over, and smiles.
"I knew you'd ask about her..." he trails whiles shaking his head.
"Her name." I demand. He looks at me and copy's the smirk I had earlier. He just shakes his head.
"Her name's Perrie. She was in gym, but you wouldn't care about that.." He trails on again.
"Why haven't I seen her before?"
"She's new."
"Ha, of course she is."
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Son of the Mob
Hayran KurguZayn Malik is a second generation mobster. His life is all about the "Family Business"-drugs, loansharking, murder, theft, and the list goes on. The only problem is, being a mobster, is the only thing he knows how to do. When love steps into his dan...
