Cigarettes (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 4.

Recap:

"You have to fight for someone..."

Chastity's POV:

"Hey!" someone called me whilst I'm walking on the hallway towards my classroom. I tried to ignore him but he's still calling me. To watch my exasperation, I snapped back to him and I widened my eyes due to my shock. He's the punk boy and I reckon that he's Zayn's friend.

"Uhm... w-why?" I stuttered. I could see on his eyes that he's not going to make a harm this time. But the thing that happened lately gave me a trauma.

"I just want to apologise of what did just happened lately. Forgive my friend, Zayn." he told me whilst slightly throwing his hands in the air. I tucked my blonde hair beside my ears and avoided his gaze. Truthfully, I'm scared this time because of him. But even though he's a punk, I found him cute.

"It's okay. I already forgave you. I was just... paranoid." Ag. It's flattering. Truly flattering.

"So mind me if I ask you to have lunch with me? Don't worry, I'm going to spend for you since we're already friends." He chuckled whilst me, I'm staring at him as I watch him talk.

"What's your name anyway? I'm Chastity Martin." I spoke out shyly.

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Zayn's POV:

"What?! Are you crazy bastard? You're letting us to get involved in a fight again?" I spat on our frat boss, slapping the table through my both hands.

"Can you just define what is frat? You prick?" He yelled and stood up from his swivel chair. He shoved a box of cigarette from his pocket and offered me. I slid a stick of cigarette out of the box and lightened in through the match box.

"We're too many. Why do I have fight with someone?!" I shouted. The cigarette was dancing on my lip as I spoke.

Yeah. Don't get me wrong. I've been in a fights before and always ending up having a handcuff in my both hands. They have brought me to jail for so many times that I can't just enumerate.

"Are you ready, Zayn? You can stay here if you want in a few minutes." he affirmed. Shit. I want some drug now.

"Who's the mystery guy? I'm eager to know." Mr. Punk boy butted in. As a matter of fact, I don't know the other members of frat and I'm not planning to give any bullshit to them. They are just fucking dicks and I'm not eager to know every piece of their lives.

"I don't know. Why are you asking me?!" I replied rudely.

"I'm just asking you. There's no harm in doing that."

Instead of giving him an answer, I crossed my arms whilst I'm enjoying the taste of cigarette. I blew it on their faces.

"Shit. I'm going to do it on your face sometime." they complained. I laughed humourlessly, and threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

"I don't-" I was interrupted when a sports car arrived in front of our hide out.

"Zayn, here they are." They stated. I removed my jacket, my shirt. I let my hair to tousle and ran outside. I saw a blonde who's also a punk and his body was covered by so many tattoos. He gave me a smirk and as a pay back, I punched his face.

The fight began and there's already a bruise on my left wrist. I punched him over again and I kicked his abdomen. I shoved out my gun from my pocket and I'm ready to take a bullet straight on his brain.

"Fuck you. You should go die in a hell." He yelled, whilst squirming. I can finish him too fast. No one can beat me and someday, I'm going to be the frat boss.

"Go die? In a hell? You first." and I shot the gun straight on his head. I seized my jacket and tossed the gun in the trash can and ran as fast as I could. I tried to hide at the back of a grocery, hoping that no one will find me.

"Shit. Shit." I chanted and covered myself through the jacket. I went inside the grocery then pretended that everything's okay. How would they think that I'm okay if I have bruises on my arms?

I hid on food section and decided to shop lift.

Chastity:

The replica of the guy who just came inside is familiar. I could tell that he's trying to hide from someone. He went at the food section and me, being the curious one, I glanced at the computer connected to CCTV camera. Shit. He's already stealing!

I stood up from the chair and tip toed. But unfortunately, he covered my mouth through his hand.

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"Don't you even dare to shout." He mumbled. I could smell a cigarette from his mouth. He's Zayn. His voice is so familiar.

He brought me to a vacant flat and squirmed.

"Let me go, you ass!" what is he trying to do to me?

"Remove your clothes."

"What?!"

"I said, remove your clothes if you don't want me to do that."

I stripped off my shirt. Shit. I'm fucking dead if I tried to scream. Tears streamed down my face but I just closed my eyes. The only thing left was my panty and my bra. He unhooked my bra and removed it.

"You're fucking beautiful."

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Ew. Restricted scene. I'm already teen so why bother?!

the continuation will be in the next chapter...

:P