Menace (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

CHAPTER ONE - FIRST DAY

CHAPTER  ONE - FIRST DAY

"Make sure you call me, Hun." mom says, kissing my cheek for the thousandth time this morning. The front of the school is vacant, but the parking lots are full, meaning that I'm late for my first day at Mavericks.

"I will, mom. Bye." I said nervously, shifting the backpack strap from my left shoulder to my right, and back to my left again.

"Good luck. I hope you survive," she kissed my cheek once more and laughed, before I stepped back and watched her speed out of sight in her white hummer.

I turned my face towards the giant, six story high school in front of me. It looked friendly and welcoming, but was still intimidating as hell. My boots tapped against the hardwood floor as I entered the main office. It was quiet and civilized compared to my old school, before some psychopathic junior went mental and burned it down, and I had to transfer to this one.

Yeah, long story. I might explain later.

"Carlie Stephens." I told her and waited patiently for her to print out my new schedule.

About two minutes passed before she handed me a white sheet of paper. The first class I had today was Math; fabulous. Finding the classroom wasn't that hard, besides my tripping on the third floor staircase and almost busting my ass. I took a deep breath before pushing the handle, and stepping inside.

My eyes scanned the room and immediately felt out of place. Every single guy and girl here had sun-kissed, flawless skin; excluding the nerds in the front, with beautiful hair and perfect everything. They were dressed casually in shorts and tank tops, even the teacher, while I wore long, navy skinny jeans and a black sweater. I shouldn't have listened to mom when she said "it might be chilly inside".

"Your name, ma'am?" the teacher raised a brow.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Brown." He accepted my handshake, thank god. "My name is Carlie and I'm your new student." I explained confidently, but still avoiding eye contact with the girls that were already glaring at me at all costs.

"Well aren't you a charmer," Mr. Brown smiled. I smiled too; his was contagious. "Take a seat in the back, next to Britney."

Britney was a bitter-looking girl, who didn't seem to like me as much as the teacher.

"Class, be polite and welcome Carlie, she's here all the way from New York." Mr. Brown addressed, and the mood in the classroom lifted drastically. I heard surprised whispers and gasps as I made my way to my seat next to the sour lemon. She didn't bother to look at me when I sat.

"Well, back to what I was explaining, math is what helps the Earth float, guys, and I'm going to show you how. Take a sec and imagine a world with no math. That's right. No way to calculate or track your Twitter followers.” The class laughed, and I already decided that he was going to be my favorite teacher.

“Everything related to math is important; calculus, trigonometry, geometry—all forms of the—” Mr. Brown was interrupted again by a knock at the door, and the door swinging open right after. In walked a boy with a moody expression sewn into his beautiful face. His caramel eyes were hard, consuming as they met mine for a moment. "Who the hell is this?" his words were rough, but his tone was careless.

Cold blood rushed through my veins as all the attention was back on me.

"Why are you late again, Zayn?"

"Your sister," he patted Mr. Brown’s back jokingly, "but seriously, who the hell is that?"

Mr. Brown rolled his eyes, like he was used to the boy’s dirty humor, “Maybe if you weren’t late, you would know that her name is Carlie; she’s a transfer from New York.”

“Carlie…” he said to himself, then put on a dashing smile. “I'm Zayn.”

“Nice to meet you.” I looked away.

I wanted to kick myself when I heard him toss his back-pack into a seat next to mine. Mr. Brown went along with his lesson, while I tried to catch up on his notes. He was writing sample expressions on the board, and by the time I got them copied down in my journal, the class was already shouting out answers.

And the fact that I had an Abercrombie model sitting next to me wasn’t helping at all. I was half-way finished when the bell rung, with about thirteen more samples to go.

“Here,”

I looked up to see Zayn handing me his notebook.

“Oh, I can’t take—“

“—yes you can. Just give it back tomorrow when I see you.”

I blushed, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he gave me another alluring smile. “Welcome to Mavericks.”

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“We’re in California, not Alaska.” A girl with dyed powder-blue hair said, walking past me with the booty-shorts and tank top.

I pulled the sleeves of my sweater down over my hands. So far, I have made no new friends besides Zayn. I’m not even sure we’re friends, but he let me borrow his notebook, right? That’s gotta stand for something. Everyone in the school was nice; the teachers, staff, boys… but it seems as if the whole female population despises me.

Some welcomed me and asked me typical: How is it in New York? Why did you move? Why are you wearing that?

But the majority of the girls in this school were already gossiping about me. And I've reached the time of day I was dreading.

Lunch.

It felt as if a million eyes were on me when I walked in, and I stood up nervously with my tray in hands. Where do I sit?

Any table accommodated with girls was totally out of the question. Guys were calling me over, but I rejected them, knowing that they didn’t exactly want to be friends. And all the guys here were basically picture-perfect, looking like they stepped out of a modelling catalogue. If I went anywhere near them, I would become a stuttering mess.

The only person that looked like they didn’t belong was Zayn, in his black T-shirt and jeans. He was sitting along in the far corner of the cafeteria, cutting an apple with a pocket knife. His smoldering eyes met mine for a brief second, before he looked away and took a bite of his apple.

I think he's the only one who can make eating fruit look sexy.

I shook myself out of the stupid trance and made my way over to an empty table where I sat by myself and ate my lunch in silence.

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CHAPTER ONE! Wasn’t that amazing, but bear with me, guys:) Thank you if you are reading, and ill update as soon as I can.

 

-Kayliegh