The New Kid (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

(A/N):

Sorry for not posting yesterday, I was really tired for some reason...but anyway here's the next chapter!

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Chapter 6

His expression change almost immediately after he introduced himself. I could tell that he was uncomfortable with the way he opened up to me just a minute ago. His eyes flicked up to mine then he turned his head away from me and put his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Umm so how do you want to meet up to read and work on the project?" He obviously wasn't the only uncomfortable one here. He didn't help the situation however. He just made a loud sigh and sat back in his seat.

"Did you here me?" I'm starting to get annoyed. I don't like being ignored.

"Yeah I heard you." He said. His accent is different than most of the accents here in England. Something about the way his words roll off of his tongue is new and different, very intriguing .

"So where do want to meet up? If you want, we can trade days between your house and mine."

He looks at me like I'm completely insane. "Sure."

I try to start reading the book in class, but his shitty attitude doesn't allow much effort to flow through. At the end of the period, I'm exhausted and Zayn is the same Zayn he was since the beginning of the day. Full of attitude and obviously not giving a fuck.

English goes by slowly, but luckily in Home Ec. and drama, things go pretty fast. I notice soon that Zayn is in all of my classes and I mentally kick myself. P.E. goes by even faster than the rest of the day and soon I'm walking home.

While walking, Jules wouldn't stop texting me and I nearly got ran over by a car while replying to one of her texts. When I got home, I grabbed a snack and some water then started watching tv. Since I didn't have any homework, I'm pretty bored. I decide to go to the park with Jules and play some football with her. The new season is starting soon and I want to be ready for tryouts.

We verse each other for a while until the game ends when I block her would've-been-game-winning goal. My hands are stinging because I forgot to bring my gloves and Jules kicks pretty hard.

I walk in and fight the urge to start reading the book we're supposed to read in English. At 8:45, I decide to call it a night, not because I'm tired but because I'm bored out of my mind. I check to make sure that my alarm is on, twice. After ensuring that it is indeed on, I turn my lamp and tv off and go to sleep.

Nightmare:

"Stop! Stop please!" He looms over me with his evil grin spread in his lips.

"Shh baby, we're going to have fun tonight. I promise." He caresses my hair and pins my wrists against the bed.

"No! Please stop!" I can't begin to imagine how many times he's made me cry and plead for him to stop.

"Baby, it's okay. I know on Saturday that you didn't like it, but I promise that you're going to like it this time." He starts running his fingertips against my legs.

I try to jerk free but his grip is too tight.

End of nightmare

"Ahh!!!!!" I open my eyes and sit up. It's just my bedroom. I'm here in London, safe. I feel my forehead and it's covered in sweat. My heart is beating rapidly as I frantically look around my room.

Without thinking, I grab my phone, put my tennis shoes on, grab my football, get a glass of water, and walk down to the park.

I practice my drills and some plays at the park. By the time I've done all of my drills and some scrimmages, it's 2 in the morning. I think of calling Jules but she probably is asleep and plus no one else knows about my nightmares except myself.