The Bradford Badboy

Detention

I walk towards the detention room.

"Great!I got detention on my second day of school! New record." I thought to myself as I made it to the door.

My hand was on the handle when I was pushed out of the way by some bitch.

Oh wait- it was Jax, bitch still fits her though.

She opens the door, looks around and frowns. She then turns around and leaves.

What the fuck?

She's just going to skip?

Seems like she's asking for another detention!!

I go in and sit down in the back, no one is sitting near me and that's the way I like it. There are only five people in here, good.

There aren't anymore, they would be late and have to put a dollar in the tardy jar.

The teacher looks up at the clock, sighs and gets up before going through the rules of detention.

I was tuning her out and looking at the clock above the door when I notice the door opening, I look and a guy walks in. The teacher asks why he was late.

He doesn't respond.

"Put a dollar in the tardy jar!" the teacher says raising his voice when the boy starts walking to a seat.

When he doesn't stop the teacher screams "Zayn Malik!".

So that's his name.

Zayn responds by flicking off the annoying teacher and sitting down next to me.

I study him out of the corner of my eye.

He had black hair and brown eyes that looked capable to hold love as well as hate. He was wearing a red varsity jacket, black shirt and a pair of regular jeans.

I then look at the teacher who was staring at him in shock.

"I'm going to head to the loo." the teacher says and goes into the hallway.

Zayn takes something out of his jacket, gets up and dumps it into the teachers coffee cup, then spits in it. He smiles cockily to the people watching him and walks back to his seat.

"What did you put in there?" I ask.

He grins wildly, "Worms. He is terrified of them."

I scrunch up my nose in disgust. He laughs at my reaction.

Everyone around us is in the middle of a conversation with their friends.

Zayn turns to me, "Name's Zayn." he says.

"I kind of guessed that when the teacher yelled at you. My name is Delilah." I say.

"So, you're the one who beat up Jax?"

News spreads quickly. "Yep, she's a total bitch." I say. "and she looks like a slut." I added.

"She's my girlfriend." He replies.

Oh my god, I just called this hot guy's girlfriend a bitch and a slut in front of his face!

Wait- I just called him hot? UGH!! great!

"It's fine, she is both of those things." He says obviously noticing the fear in my eyes.

"Then why are you with her?" I couldn't control my mouth, Dammit!

"Because, I like her, and she's the only one who can put up with me." he replies.

I still don't understand if he knows she's sleeping around and cheating but I don't say anything but a simple "oh."

The class falls silent. The teacher walks in and sits down at his desk to grade papers.

We had about twenty minutes left when I noticed a piece of paper on my desk. I open it and read:

"Now that I have met someone else, I think the feelings for Jax are gone. "

I look over at Zayn, He winks. What is this supposed to mean, why was he telling me?

My head snapped up to the teachers desk when I hear a scream.

I look up in time to see the coffee mug fall into the teachers lap and the worms all over the his area. Some people take out their phones and get a picture.

He screams and runs out of the room.

The room bursts into laughter, I give Zayn a high five, then he jumps up, gathers his things and yells "DETENTION DISMISSED!!"

We all scream and rush out of the school into the rain.

I am waiting to cross the street and I am drenched. A blue truck stops in front of me. I look at the driver and notice its Zayn. He winks and motions for me to get in.

I do but only because I hate rain. I tell him the directions to my house and he drives. It only takes three minutes for us to get there.

We didn't talk the entire three minutes. When I open the door to get out he says a quick goodbye which I return with a quick nod and I run into the house.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!" " Nice to see you. too

"I say to my drunk father. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION ANSWER IT!" he yells. " I was doing stuff. You don't give a shit about me so why do you even care?" I say back.

The only reply I get being a punch in the jaw. He brings his fist back to hit again, but I run upstairs, slam the door, and lock it.

I hate my parents!

Notes

Updated! Last Chapter for todayy!   3 Chapters tomarow!what did ya think? leave me some feedback please!! and feel free to comment or message me any ideas you have! I still need a few more characters so please don't be shy to message me if you wanna create one or have one based off you!! I hope you like the story!! =D