Change // z.m.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I walked down the halls, memorizing every room and every hall. Somehow, this school already felt like home. You'd think that as the new girl, I wouldn't feel at home until I made friends. Well here's a fact about me; it's hard for me to make friends. I'm a social outcast. I've moved around a lot and each school I've been to I just never seemed to. . .fit in. I've also tried to change myself every time. That didn't turn out so well. . .I was still a social outcast.

I have decided that I'm going back to me. The original me. The brown hair, blue eyes, glasses, and braces original me. I had to give it one more shot. If I had to be sure of one thing, it had to be that. Well, two things. The other was that I missed Mullingar. That's right. I'm Irish. And even though I've lived in Australia, America, Canada, Mexico, and South America, my accent has never changed.

Footsteps came closer, echoing through the hall and snapping my out of my thoughts. They sounded out of step. Since there were so many halls, I couldn't tell which direction they were coming from. Laughter boomed from my left. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw group of three guys.

Their eyes landed on me, and they all shared the exact same look. I slowly started backing down a hall as they followed me. The tall buff one whispered something. Immediately I turned around and ran making a left and running up stairs. Footsteps over powered the sound of my own. First day at a new school and I was being chased? That's new.

Classrooms flew by me, full of students and teachers who didn't care. I looked over my shoulder and didn't see the guys who were chasing me. Turning my head back around, my body crashed into someone else. One of them had found me. Great.

I took a step back to see a fairly dark skinned boy with black hair and chocolate brown eyes. He looked 5'9ish, six inches taller then me. My eyes studied his face, memorizing it. He furrowed his brows, shoving his way past me. I debated on whether to say something about it or not.

Footsteps came from in front of me, making me back up slowly. "Oh come on," I whispered turning around to find myself in the arms of the boy I had just ran into. "Leave her alone Brad," the boy snapped. I freed myself from his arms, staying close to his side.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't realize she was taken." The sarcasm was thick in his tone. He started walking towards us. "Since when have you ever been the type to save someone?" The black haired boy - Brad - crossed his arms, bringing a finger to his lips. "Last time I checked, you were still the Bradford Bad Boy." Laughter erupted around us. The boy tensed next to me, forcing his hands into fists. "Come on lads, lets go. The fun has already been ruined." Brad walked off, the two boys following like lost puppies.

I turned to the boy, who still looked very tensed. "Thanks," I whispered. The boy looked at me with an angered expression. "Look-"

"No, you look. Don't ever talk to me again," the boy yelled walking away from me, and a bell rang. I stood there watching the boy disappear. People flooded out of classrooms, blocking my vision. Turning around, I ran into another boy. Books fell to the ground, papers falling everywhere.

"I am so sorry." I exclaimed, crouching down to help the boy pick up everything. He shook his head.

"No," he protested friendly. "I'm a klutz. I'm the one whose sorry." The brown haired boy looked up at me and smiled. "I'm Willy. I don't think I've ever seen you around here," he trailed off.

"Yeah, uh, I'm new." His smiled brightened. "I'm Carliey." I handed him the remaining papers, and we both stood up.

"I officially declare you awesome." I raised an eyebrow at him. Chuckiling he replied, "No one in our school has a name like that." My lips automatically made an " o " shape. "You sound Irish. Are you?" Smiling at Willy, I nodded.

"But I've lived in America, Canada, South America and Australia. I didn't move from Ireland until I was ten." Willy nodded. "I actually just came from Aussie."

"How long did you live there," Willy asked putting books into his locker.

"Three years." Willy nodded his head, impressed. "What's your next class?" Willy took a book out of the greyish blue locker, showing it to me. In thick white letters read: SPANISH. That's the class I had next.

"By that big smile on your face, I'm going to say that you have it next as well." I nodded, walking beside Willy to our next class. "Do you mind if I see your schedule?" I shook my head, digging in my pants pocket for it. My fingers grasped it, handing it over. As we walked Willy said what classes we had together; which turned out to be every single one. "Looks like you'll be following me everyday, babe." Smiling, Willy and I walked into fifth period getting lost in very easy conversation.

But my mind kept racing with thoughts about one thing.

The Bradfor Bad Boy.

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Hey guys! This is my Zayn Malik FanFic! ( As if the Bradford Bad Boy wasn't enough details :P ) Hahaha! First chapter is pretty boring.

Sorry =/

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But just a fair warning. I'm debating on whether to continue it now, or if I should wait until after Montana Summer is almost complete....But you know, that all depends on how much it's voted for. And how many people like by commenting. And by how many reads it gets.

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