Bad // zaynmalik [on hold]

Chapter Six

  “It's getting late,” Zayn spoke up. “you should be getting home..”

“Of course..” I set my hand on the frame of the car door. “See you tomorrow?”

Zayn paused, keeping his eyes on the ground. “Goodnight, Price.”

I pursed my lips, and flopped my body into the driver's seat. Zayn glanced over at me, then quickly looked away, hooking his thumbs in his jean pockets.

“Goodnight...” He mumbled again, then started towards his motorbike. I watched him walk away, his cocky saunter didn't seem as cocky as earlier, it was.. strange. He really wasn't a terrible person. Maybe just misunderstood? Maybe not. He was a stranger.

I sighed, pulling my legs into my car and shutting the door. I reached into the backseat, grabbing my bag, finding my keys in the side pocket. I had no clue how the doors locked, but it was all over now. I slid my key into the ignition and started my car, the boom of Zayn's bike coming seconds later. I looked over, studying him as he slid the navy blue helmet over his head. He walked the bike in a circle, so it faced the exit, then quickly pulled out into the street, leaving behind a loud rumbling noise.

I felt my heart tingle. Opening up to him felt nice. Opening up to a stranger, that is. 

The beeping of my alarm woke me up, and with one sharp smack to the 'off' button, I had shut it up. I groaned and rubbed my tired eyes, but brought my arms back to my sides once I noticed how badly my ribs hurt again. I sat up in bed, lifted my camisole, and examined the large purplish-red puddles collecting on top of my non-existent abs. My mother used to tell me about how everything hurt the second day, so I prayed that tomorrow I would feel better.

I pushed myself onto my feet, wobbling a bit. I shuffled over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt with my school's logo on it. I carried the clothes to the bathroom and hopped in the tub for a quick shower. Afterward, I toweled off and got dressed, I decided to keep my hair natural, since I was too lazy to do anything with it.

I left the bathroom, and checked my dad's room, but he wasn't in bed. I padded down the wooden stairs, checking the living room, but he was gone from there too. Part of me wanted to care, but I was too tired at the moment. I made myself a quick breakfast, then grabbed my keys from the table. I picked up my bag, which was next to the door, and slipped my Converse on. I opened the door, noticing that my father's car was gone. Hopefully he wasn't getting into trouble.

Makayla met me at my locker, cheerful as ever.

“Good morning, El!” She sang, swinging on my locker door.

“Morning..” I yawned, flinching a bit.

“Woah, you look tired. What were you up to last night?”

“Nothing? Am I not allowed to be tired?” I decided not to tell her that I was with Zayn.

“I never said that?” She pretended to be offended, but messed herself up by laughing.

“You're too active in the morning..” I complained, slamming my locker door.

“Sorry, babe!” She shrugged, walking with me to History. We walked into the classroom just as the bell rang, Mrs. Hobbs walking in behind us.

“Good morning class!” She greeted. “Girls, take a seat.”

I walked to my usual seat in front of Mrs. Hobbs' desk. I briefly looked towards the back of the room, noticing Zayn was missing. My eyes swept across the classroom, not seeing him anywhere. I ignored it, pulling my History folder out of my bag.