Bad // zaynmalik [on hold]

Chapter Two

   The bell rang indicating fourth period, or trigonometry, was over and it was now time for lunch. I was the first to leave the classroom, not even bothering to stop at my locker. I wasn't very hungry and I figured I could use this time to study. My mood was a little bit brighter given I hadn't seen Zayn since first period, but my heart sunk every time I remembered the date. I turned into the cafe, immediately spotting a familiar strawberry blonde headed girl sitting at my usual lunch table. I quickened my speed, instantly plopping myself down into the uncomfortable empty seat beside her.

“Where have you been?!” I scolded her placing my books on the table.

“With Kyle, I'm sorry, I forgot what today was- are you okay?” Makayla's bright, crystal eyes begged for forgiveness.

“I'm fine, don't worry about it.” I shook away the thought, changing the subject. “How's Kyle?”

She smirked, a rosy pink color shading her cheeks, “Really good.” She admitted, before bursting out into laughter.

“Gross, Mak, I don't want to hear about your sex life!”

“I didn't go into detail, relax!” She scoffed, twisting a bottle of water open. She took a small sip, then turned her attention to the last four classes.

“So, what did I miss?”

“Hmm..” I thought for a second. “Math homework, you'll have a pop quiz in Literature, and there's a new kid in History.”

“Ooh, what's their name, are they cute- well, are they a boy?” She rambled before taking a second sip.

“Yeah, his name is Zayn Malik.” Makayla choked as soon as she heard his name.

“Zayn Malik?! You're joking? No. Please tell me you're joking.” Her eyes filled with an undefinable emotion; maybe anger, possibly fear.

I made a weird face, worried by her reaction, “Why are you freaking out?”

“Because I know this kid.” She leaned in so no one would hear. “He's a druggy, El. He also drinks, smokes, has sex with everyone, and I'm almost certain he's been arrested more than once.”

“How do you know? I mean, he's a douchebag, but he doesn't seem that horrible.”

“Ellie, he's been held back twice; I'm not even that stupid. Plus, don't doubt me. I always see him at parties when I'm with Kyle, and trust me.. he's bad.”

“'Bad'? Really?” I scoffed. “He can't be that bad.”

“Who can't be that bad?” I jumped, hearing Zayn's voice behind me. I turned slowly, staring up at the tall boy.

“Uhm.. Makayla's brother.” I quickly thought of an excuse.

“Really? Never knew you had a brother, Foley.” Zayn sat in the chair next me, not even bothering to ask.

“Can you just fuck off, Zayn? We were having a conversation.” Makayla's usual joyful face was filled with disgust.

“Damn, Foley, who pissed in your cereal this morning?” Zayn kept a smirk on his face, like usual, then continued before Makayla could speak.

“Have you looked in your History folder yet?” He turned his attention to me.

“No? Not since first period, at least?” I opened the blue folder as I spoke, a small yellow piece of paper catching my eyes. I pulled it out of the flap, reading the words written in black pen.

'For future reference, call me. ;) 5558937'

I laughed, flipping the paper over to check if there was more, but it was blank.

“Really? Your number?” I chuckled, sliding the paper back into my folder.

“Once again, for future reference.” He smiled, catching the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

“Thanks, but I don't have a phone.” I admitted, feeling a little low about myself.

“Oh...” He paused. “Well, keep it anyway, maybe you'll need it?”

Makayla snorted, breaking back into the conversation, “Sorry, bad boy, Ellie doesn't take, buy, or sell drugs. Your number is pretty useless to her.”

“She doesn't, but you do.” Zayn shot back.

“What?! Ugh, you're disgusting!” Makayla pulled her bag off of the back of her chair. “El, come get me when you're done flirting with this lying prick!” With that, she stormed off into the more crowded part of the cafe. I sighed, turning back to Zayn.

“I'm not lying...”

“I don't care, Zayn. What Mak does in her private time, is not my business. Can we talk about the project?”

“Why? I don't feel like it.” Zayn complained, leaning back in his chair.

“Too bad, we need to figure out where we'll work on it.”

“Your house? We talked about this already?”

“Yes, but.. that might be a little complicated..”

“How so?”

I took a breath, but stopped myself before I spoke. I had to carefully assess my words, before I said the wrong thing.

“I.. It's just.. My father doesn't like new people.. being in the house, so-”

“I have to sneak in?” Zayn's eyes lit up, almost like he was excited.

“Sort of.. but it's not a game if you get caught, so don't get caught.”

“Relax, Price! I've never been caught.”

I hesitated, “Great to hear...”

“I'm gonna get out of here; see you later?” He tapped my shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Though it kills me...” I said under my breath, but Zayn's quiet laugh implied he heard me.

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(AN: It's short, I know, but I have TONS planned for the next chapter, you'll be on the edge of your seat! ;D
Tbh, as much as I hate to say it, the only reason this chapter was relevant was because I needed to introduce Makayla. Hah.. Love ya tho - Sunny )