Little Italian Girl ~ Ariana Grande and Zayn Malik

You'll Never Know

{Boy you should have manned up, put your hands up stand up}

I walk to first period in a hurry because I don't want to be around these weird hoodrats. Like everybody here has knockoff Gucci, Chanel, Prada, and XO. I take the Chanel one personally since I love Chanel.
I check my phone to see I have a new snapchat from Alexa. I open it; it's her and a bunch of my friends with the caption "We miss you". I nearly start to cry. Why the hell would my mom who this to me? All of my friends are at Audrey Hep. High. God, sometimes I wish my mother wouldn't act like a mother.
I get to my first period and sit in a seat towards the back. I put my bag down and start to listen to Demi Lovato. I am almost in the zone when a girl with a Gucci clutch (knockoff) comes up to me.
"I'm chick get up. You're in my chair." She says very rudely.

"Sorry; I don't see your name here so no." I say sharply. I'm not the way to get rid of.

"Look, either you are going to get up or I am going to move you. Your choice."

"Ok you must not know who I am so I'm gonna inform you. My mom is a fashion designer for the richest celebs. Which means she has connects to their lawyers. Now, if you touch me I will have you and your knockoff shipped to the nearest county jail. Got that Bon Qui Qui?" I say with a hint of a threat. This hoe doesn't know who she is messing with.

No this bitch didn't just call me Bon Qui Qui. Now you are gonna get your ass kicked." She says while taking of her earrings.

"Excuse me; I'm no bitch. And you should know since you are one. Next I can get you locked up for threatening a minor, assault and battery and unmatching clothes. Did you get dressed in the dark?"

"You know what, that's it. Girls lets show her who she is messing with." She says to her "friends"

She goes to pick up my Chanel purse and I lose it.

"Don't touch my fucking purse. Ok Bon qui qui. I don't know who you think you are but I stick this pen so far up your ass it will come out of your mouth. So u advise you take you disgusting klepto hands away from my things or you might lose them."

She looks at me like I'm crazy. There are 2 things you never to me unless you want to get verbal smackdown: insult the people I love and touch my Chanel. Bitch would have lost a had if I weren't a calm person.

"Wow. Somebody woke up with the wrong shoes on." A very annoying voice says.

"Don't you have class to get to or are you just stalking me?" I say very irritated.

"This is my class babe."

"OH MY FUCKING GOSH. SOMEBODY HIT ME IN THE HEAD WITH A BASEBALL BAT. WHY CAN'T I HAVE A MOMENT WITH OUT ANNOYING PEOPLE. UGH!" I scream.

Before I had my second outburst the teacher finally walked in.

*45 minutes later*

Worse class ever. I found out that girl's name is Nicole. I was surprised. She had a name that was easy to pronounce and wasn't spelled all weird. So all we did was listen to the teacher. No activities. No free time. Just listening. I nearly died. I was walking down the hall when this brunette comes up next to me.

"Hi. Are you Ariana?" She asked

"Yes. And you are?"

"I'm Shay, Shay Mitchell. I'm kinda considered a loser cause I won't sleep with Zayn. I always welcome the new girls. I saw you in the parking lot and I was gonna talk to you but I thought you and Zayn were dating so I didn't. But I guess I was wrong so hi." She said really fast.

"Breathe girl, breathe. And I don't think you're a loser. Honestly you would be an idiot to sleep with him." I tell her sweetly.

I know that of I were at my old school I wouldnt be this nice but she seem Like the only girl here with a brain.

"Thank you. Would you like to sit with me and my friends at lunch? You don't have to, I just thought I would ask so-" I cut her off by saying "Yes I will sit with you. Do you always talk like this?"

"Not with my friends. It's just that you are pretty an you look popular so I am really nervous. I'm like this when I talk to Zayn's friends. OMG I'm doing it right now. Please don't think I'm-"

"Wow do you ever shut up?" Zayn's stupid voice asks out if no where.

"Um sorry Zayn. I mean Mr. Malik or sir. Whatever you prefer. You know what I'm gonna walk away."

"Good idea mouthy."Zayn says rudely.

"No stay. And Custard Nipples, she has a name." I say.
I don't know why I am defending her. Maybe because she reminds m if a younger me. I used to be scared around people too.

"What did you just call me." Zayn says while glaring at me.

"I called you Custard Nipples." I say matter of factly.

"Remember you said that. I'll see you around Ariana and Shay." He says pronouncing Shay very carefully.

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Sorry I haven't updated. I hope you liked the chapter.