Sex with benefit (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 10- Day back

It was now Monday and I can finally return to school. Zayn made the football team on Wednesday.

(A/N American Football! Not soccer)

He has his first game this Friday which I'm really excited to attend. His court meeting is on Saturday hopefully everything goes alright.

Today's outfit was a bit on the dressy side. I wore a pink 2 finger width strap tank top. It showed a bit of my cleavage but not much. I paired it up with a a white skirt wit pink roses that was about 2 inches longer than mid thigh. With my black flats. My hair was perfectly curled and my makeup was kind of simple. A coat of mascara. Foundation and a winged eyeliner.

A knock on my door interrupted me as I made a small touch up on my make up, only a nude colored lipstick. Opening the door Zayns eyes immediately went to my cleavage. I blushed. "What're you wearing?" he asked as he walked inside my dorm. "Clothes" I spoke in a 'duh' tone. "Obviously. Babe that shirt shows to much and the skirt is to short" he frowned. "Ugh.. Zayn the skirt practically goes down to my knees"i whined. He glared at me.

I groaned and walked to my closet. I grabbed a romper that had a ombre effect. It went from a dark blue down to a beautiful light blue and it had a bunch of Aztec different shapes. Walking to the bathroom I changed out of my clothes and put the romper on. It was spaghetti strap and I really liked it. Putting my navy blue flats on that had a cute little bow on the tip of the flats.

The navy blue matches a shade on the romper. Walkin out Zayn frowned. "It still shows to much" he murmured. "Noo, I wanna wear this" I whined as I put my previous clothes away. He groaned and grabbed my hand lightly pecking my lips. "Lets go" he murmured. A sleeping Demi on her bed.

Everyone's eyes were on us as Zayn had his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

We walked into health and we sat in the back row. Me on Zayns lap as his finger teasingly brushed my thigh.

"Emma, Zayn" Mrs.Fray sighed as Zayn had given me a small peck on the lips. "Sorry" I mumbled. Zayn smirked I slowly slid off of Zayn to the seat next to him. Half on him and half off.

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I was now in second period. I kept glancing at the clock waiting for the bell to ring. I keep getting weird glances from my teacher Mr.Smith. As soon as the bell rang I jolted up. "Uh.Emma can you stay after class please" he spoke. "Shit" I mumbled. I walked up to him. "Yes Mr.Smth" I admit he's attractive but ew! I would never date or even hook up with a teacher of mine.

"You've missed a lot of work, you know that right? Your failing my class" he murmured stepping closer to me. I nodded.

"Maybe..you can work it off...another way" he smirked his hand trailing slowly up my thigh. My breath hitched.

"I-I"
He picked me up placing me on his desk. I was frozen. No this can't happen. "Get off of me" I cried as he began kissing me. "Come on babe" he grunted. "No!" I screamed kneeing him where the sun doesn't shine. Tears falling down my cheeks.

I quickly ran out crying into my hands. Finding the bathroom instead I found Zayn leaning against a wall. "Emma? What the hell? What happened?"

"I-Zayn, M-My literacy teacher, he tried to h-have sex with me" I cried into his chest. "What?" he snapped a low growl escaping his lips.

"What happened exactly?" he asked as he wiped my tears away.

"All throughout class he was giving me smirks, winks and smiles. As soon as the b-bell rang I was about to walk out but he stopped me. He s-said I was failing his class. His hand grabbed my thigh a-and he said I could work it another way. T-Then he kissed me. I kneed him in the balls a-and ran out"

"That bloody fucking bastard" he growled storming off to my literacy room. Mr.Smith was still on the ground holding his nuts. Zayn grabbed him by the collar.

"You fucking bitch" he snapped throwing a hard punch to his face making my teacher fall to the ground. Zayn straddled his torso as he began throwing ounces unstoppable to his face. "If you ever.fucking. touch her again. Your. dead" he growled throwing a kick to his rib. I whimpered.

Zayn roughly grabbed my hand yanking me towards the professor of the school.

Mrs.Blu gasped as she saw me crying. "What's wrong dear?" she asked me. I'm pretty sure I look like shit. "That damn prick Mr.Smith almost fucking raped Emma back in his room" Zayn snapped. Her eyes widened. She looked at me. "Mr.Smith? There's always been something weird about him. "Where is he now?" she asked as she dialed a number Into her phone.

"In his room. I uh.. kinda beat him" he scratched the back of his neck. She nodded. "Hi yes, it's Daisy, from California University, I need an officer here ASAP".

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"This is your 2nd case in less than a week" the officer sighed. He's the same one from last time. I was siting between Zayns legs as he had his arms wrapped around my waist.

I nodded slowly. "It's not her fucking fault" Zayn mumbled.

"I'm really sorry for what happened Emma" Mrs.blu spoke softly. I nodded. "I'll try and get a girl replacement" she smiled. I nodded again. I didn't really wanna talk. My throat hurt.

"Well, that's it I guess. We'll see you Saturday Zayn" he waved Zayn off. Zayn nodded giving my cheek a light peck.

"Are you okay?" Zayn asked me softly giving my neck a light peck. I nodded. "Please,talk to me" he begged.

"Y-Yeah" I murmured laying my head on his chest. "My throat hurts" I whimpered. He picked me up placing my legs on either side of him so I was straddling his waist.

He lightly pecked my lips. "I'm so sorry for what you've been through" he whispered.

"You don't even know half of what I've been through"

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

I just wanted to post this before I go out. Anyways! Thank you for all the reads!

I literally went from 174 last night to 204 this morning!

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