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Feisty?

*Zayn's POV*

Tuesday Morning:

I wake up to crying and hollering from downstairs. I checked my phone, 6:45....f.uck I'm late. I tried going back to sleep, but nothing worked. I keep tossing and turning, tossing, turning! I flung my pillow against the wall. I sit up and pull each of my legs into some black jeans and slip into my black vans. I look around to find a long sleeved shirt, but all I could find is a black muscle tee. I get up from my bed to head down.

Heading down the stares, I see my mum and step dad Erick with baby Isaiah trying to get him to drink his bottle. "Isaiah, please drink your formula...for the love of mummy. Please?" my mom is begging.

"no. No. NOO." Isaiah says in annoyance. He tosses the bottle across the room, nearly hitting me. My mum and Erick flenched and turn around.

"Oh hey Zayn. How'd you sleep?" my mum grins. I know she is tired by the bags under her eyes. I shrug it off. "Okay well, Erick and I will be home late. We left you $30 so you can grab a bite to eat. Maybe some pizza and soda, yeah?"

I looked up at her. Her hazel eyes are piercing through me like she is trying to read my thoughts through my expression. I'm slightly taller than my mum really. She is 5'5'' and I'm 5'9''. We both have black hair. The only thing different is that her skin is inkless. Even though she tells me she is going to be late from work, I could care less. I'm probably going to head out anyways, it's not like they would care, right? I grab a mug full of tea instead of coffee and head out the door for Evercrest..

*Abigails POV*

"ABIGAIL! BREAKFAST!", my mom has been calling for me for the last 15 minutes. I went to bed late to finish my essay for English. That is the only thing I will stay up late for. English is my favorite subject in school, everything else was just a bore to me.

I rushed down the stairs and grabbed my plate and sat next to my dad. "Good morning!" Gasping for air and trying to slurp down my milk.

"Whoa there sweetie don't choke, I'm pretty sure you'll be on time today." My dad chuckled. I ignore what he says and keep chewing and stuffing my face with potato bites and eggs.

"Dad.....I......don't.....want....to.....be late. Bye love you guys." Trying to keep my food coming back up from eating too fast, I sip my milk and rush out the door to school.

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We only have 20 minutes of class left. I'm writing in my journal again...about him.

Journal Entry #113: I've never been the person to try to meet someone new. Maybe it might be like Ariana Grande says in her song, "I'd like to say we gave it a try." I would love to meet you, know your story. That may sound weid because I've never came face to face with you ever. Hopefully that'll change soon.

The bell rings and I'm rushing out the door to get to my car, when suddenly I get shoved and all my books scatter across the hall

"Hey watch it, that's my....stuff..." after trying to pick up my stuff from the ground, I looked up and find it was him. The guy from the party. He is wearing a muscle tee probably to show off his tattoos...and black jeans that fit around his waist snugged and black beat up vans. 

"My bad babe. Didn't see you coming out of.....Mr. Ivory's class, eh. Only a wise person would take his class because they liked english?" I nodded while he is squinting to look at the plaque. He ruffles his hair a bit with his hands. "Why don't you tell me your name then..I'm Zayn. You must be the girl whom I'm assuming was fancying my boy Niall at his party?"

"For your information Mr. Malik, we were having a polite conversation and I just met the guy? Fancy, no but friend? That sounds more like it. My name is Abigail and I take Mr. Ivory's class because I actually am liking his class." I chuckle. I try walking away, but he seems to be swift on his feet because he is still behind me, following me to the student parking lot.

"So you weren't fancying him? Why not, he is a lovely guy..He may come off as a really tough guy, but deep down inside he is quite the person." Zayn smiles. I shake my head while trying to open my door, but he closes it. "Look, don't hurt the guy feelings. He is human just like everyone else at Evercrest?"

I turn around and look up to face him, "I don't know what you're trying to get here, but he is my friend and I'm pretty sure he is yours too. So, just ease off a little."

"Fiesty. Ooo, I like them like that. I'll see you at the next party or around school...Abigail.", he whispers into my ear and I shutter. He leaves without staring back. I opened my door for the second time today, put my keys into the ignition and road off of campus. On the ride home I couldn't help but think, What just happened there?  I text Ashton to see if he come over so we could talk, I really need to get my thought together before another encounter happens like that again.

A/N: Hope you are liking the story. :-) Like and Comment! If you haven't already like the first couple of chapters pleaaaassee and thank you - Debxx