Stay strong

Chapter 4

Sorry about the late update.. I have no excuse ):

BEEP BEEP BEEP! The sound of my annoying alarm clock that my grandmother gave me a long time ago, rings.

"Shut up.." I pull the covers over my head and then realise I have school.

I press the stop button and get up. The soft fabric is pulled off my warm body and goosebumps rise on my thighs. "Three days till Saturday." I mumble and walk to my wardrobe.

I put on my light wash skinny jeans and a maroon jumper. I put on my shoes and walk downstairs, greeted by no one.

I grab an apple and head back upstairs. Once I've finished brushing my teeth and doing my hair I grab my bag and walk down the stairs.

A loud knock is heard coming from the door. I look at the window with confusement, I'm not expecting to see anyone. I walk over and open it.

"Zayn?" Why would he be here? I must say he looks very well presented, his dark ripped skinny jeans and his plain black top really go well with his look.

"Well I came here to give you a ride to school, since you don't drive." he smiles. There is something behind this 'good boy' attitude.

"Really? you will drive me to school?" I laugh and he steps inside my small wooden house.

"Thank you, is what I was expecting but have it your way." he laughs

"Okay, okay I'm sorry... Thank you. " As I walk to his car.

The fresh smell of after shave hits me. This is one of my favourite smells in the world. I look up to Zayn, and he is starting the car.

"How's your eye?" He says turning something on.

"It's okay, I guess." He wants something and I don't know what it is. The look on his eyes are concentrated and deep, I wonder what's going on in that head of his.

The car starts with a roar and I couldn't help myself and jump a little. He chuckles showing his white pearly teeth.

We arrive at school and we both exited the car, the same girl from my English class approaches Zayn with a smirk. She's wearing a skirt which I'm not sure if it is, a white vest top and shoes. Her makeup cakes all her face up.

She wraps her hands around his neck and sucks off his face, I look away at the disturbing scene. He has a girlfriend? of course were talking about Zayn here.

"Why is she here?" she spits from behind me. My eyes wonder at what Zayn is going to say.

"She asked for a ride so I gave one to her." He lies, anger rushes through me and I walk faster and faster away from The both of them. I can not believe what he just said.

I walk in my tutor and Cameron is no were to be found, I sit at my desk and a girl that I recognise from yesterday comes towards me. "Your that girl I saw yesterday." Her smile is contagious,

I nod in agreement "Im Harriet." she takes out her hand.

"Kimberly, Kim anything you want." I smile and take out my hand. As I'm about to shake the girls hand I'm pushed to the corner of the room.

I look up to find the devil looking at me intensely. "Why the fuck did you leave me there with her, I give you a ride and this is how you repay me?" He says.

"Oh sorry Mr. I'm such a liar! You said that I asked for a ride, you must be sick to lie about that, I wouldn't even ask you, your the last person I even want to talk to! I'd ask Cameron if I chose between you two." I discovered a side I didn't know I had. By the end of it the whole class is staring.

"Always have to bring that fucking dickhead into this!" he shouts

"Your the dickhead!" Anger taking over me.

Me and Zayn look at each other, I look down from his gaze and the whole class is silent.

"Both of you detention!" the professor shouts.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" Zayn spits. Everyone's mouths shot open, He's making it worse.

"Don't push it Malik." He says,

Zayn Malik fits for a devil.

A/N

Sooo sorry that's it's short and it's token too long.