A loud buzzing went off in Zayn's ear. He groaned, looking at the clock. It was 6am already? It seems like he only went to bed an hour ago. He thought about skipping again, but then remembered the princable's harsh words from the other day. "You miss any more days of school Malik, and you'll be held back. Again. And I don't wanna see your face anymore! I want you to graduate and get out of my damn school!" His fist slammed down on the desk, making Zayn jump in his seat. Coming back to reality, he sighed and dragged himself out of bed. He couldn't miss anymore school, and it was only January. Great.
He made his way over to his dresser, taking out his usual clothing of baggy jeans, sometimes torn around his knees, and either a t-shirt with a band's name printed on it, or just a plain wife beater. Today was a band name, so he slipped it over his muscular body and slipped on his jeans. He pulled on his big thick black boots, that made thumps as he walked. He laced them up, then reached for his most favorite thing; a long silver chain, that his intinals at the top in diamonds. Fake, of course, he could never afford real diamonds. He clipped it onto his belt, letting it loop down to about just above his knee, then brought it back up and in his pocket. It was basically his signature. He looked at himself in the mirror, not bad. Besides that bed hair. Oh gosh, it made him shutter. He opened his door and started for the bathroom. His house was silent, as always. His parents have been fighting a lot, and have decided to get a divorce, but since they were going through a tough time, his dad couldn't afford to move out. So he was still here, but he wasn't happy about it. Ever since the split, him, and his mother have been drinking a lot. And they always take their anger out on Zayn. He's taken slaps, punches, pushes, and sometimes even kicks. But nothing hurt more than the sharp, cutting words that left his parent's mouths. He shivered, stop thinking about it, he told himself.
He made his way to the bathroom down the hall. He walked in and shut the door, starting to work on his hair. He did was he normally does, parting it on the side and combing it over, then he took the blowdryer too make it stand up. Last, he threw some hair gel in there, to make it stay. He looked in the mirror, perfect. Last, he put his earring studs in, making him look like the bad boy he really is.
Finally he was ready. He shut the light and made his way downstairs. He thought about grabbing something to eat, but he knew there was nothing good, or anything not stale. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys off the counter, hooking them on to his chain. He grabbed his leather jacket, slipping it on, and walked out the door, his hands free of any books. Zayn Malik? Do homework? You wish.
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About 20 minutes later, Zayn had finally arrived at school. He lived about 3 miles from the building, but had no money for a bus. So he walked everyday, 3 miles there, and 3 miles back. It didn't bother him really, he enjoyed the peace and quiet. As he stepped into the school, he could smell the food being perpared for lunch. Zayn did't like school food, but it was way better than what he had at home. The smell made his stomach grumble, he needed something. But one small problem, he had no money whatsoever. But no worries. A sly smirk, almost evil, appeared on Zayn's face, as he saw a familiar boy walking down the hall, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He started towards the boy, picking up pace so he could catch him before he got to his classroom. The boy had no clue of the big, rough boy apporching him; he just kept his head down, and silently walked to his class.
The lockers made a loud banging sound, as the boys body was pushed hard against them. He gasped in surprise, and looked up to see Zayn's deep brown eyes, filled with hatred. He whimpered in fear, trying to get his hands loose, but helplessly failing. Zayn was just to strong. Zayn's smirk turned into a grin as he watched the poor boy struggle. "Good morning, Louis." he said with an evil chuckle.
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Bullied By Zayn Malik.
Fanfiction1 bully. 4 victims. Simple sad story right? Wrong. What will happen when the 4 victims, get pushed over the edge? Will the big bad bully himself, become their prey? READ TO FIND OUT! (Major Editing!!)