Bad // zaynmalik [on hold]

Chapter Three

   After lunch, the day seemed to drag on monotonously. Aside from Makayla refusing to speak to me due to my 'new friendship' with Zayn. I tried explaining that I was being forced to work with him, but she didn't care. I figured I would let it go, and wait for her to stop ignoring me; that usually works.

Once the ninth period bell sounded, I was eager to leave this hell hole that I call high school. I stopped at my locker, gathered my belongings, then started walking the opposite direction of the student parking lot. This morning, I had parked my car in the lot behind the school, which was far away from all of my classes, but I wouldn't have to worry about everyone else trying to leave. Large crowds of people all trying to get to one place made me panic.

I turned down the athletic wing of the school, being the only person in the hallway. There was a large, metal door at the end of the hall that led to a sort of VIP parking area. I noticed the athletic office's door being open, and I quickened my speed, hoping I wouldn't be yelled at for leaving this way. The last thing I'd want is to get in trouble for parking somewhere that wasn't designated for students to park.

I was relieved when I reached the end of the hall unnoticed, but I was filled with that same gross feeling of worry when I opened the door. That skinny, tattooed, jerk was leaned against a sleek, black sports car, only two parking spots away from my sad, beat-up Dodge Stratus.

“What took you so long, Price?” Zayn called to me as soon as I stepped into view.

“Are you following me or something?” I kept my eyes low, trying to make it to my car before I had to deal with him.

“Don't tell me you forgot? We have to work on our project.” He had his arms folded across his chest, the cold March breeze barely effecting him.

“I didn't forget,” I approached my car, pulling the back seat door open to put my bag down. “I just don't think it's a good idea.”

“We have to get it done, though?”

“We have until Tuesday..?”

“I'm busy for the rest of the week.”

“Bullshit.” I slammed the door shut.

“You don't know my life, Price. C'mon, let's get it done tonight.” He pushed himself off the car, walking towards me.

“Since when do you actually care about your grade? I'm aware that you've been held back..”

“I don't care about my grade... I care about yours.” His deep voice softened as he minimized the distance between us.

“Then I'll do the project all by myself.” I quickly pulled the driver's seat door open, about to get in, when I was stopped. Zayn grabbed my arm, pulling me back.

“What are you doing?” Panic ensued as I squirmed in his grasp, trying to pull my arm back.

“We have to work on our project.”

“Zayn-”

“Come on.” He slammed my door shut, pulling me behind him, his grip not as hard as before.

“Zayn, my car?”

“We'll get it later.”

“No, wait Zayn, you really don't know my father. This isn't a good idea.”

“Don't worry about it.” We circled around the front of his car to the passengers seat.

“Why do you want to work on our project so bad?!” I asked in a rude tone as Zayn pulled the door open for me.

“I want to spend time with you.” He sent me a cheery, pursed smile, then guided me into the seat. He shut my door, then returned to the other side of the car.