Close Your Eyes

I stared at him intently as he walked into the classroom. His jet black hair perfectly groomed on top of his head, his light brown eyes piercing as he took his seat.

"Zayn, Zayn, Zayn...late again I see." Mr. Duble started but was cut off by Zayns sneering smirk and sharp comment.

"Duble, Duble, Duble...acting like I would care, as always." Zayn's friend Dylan snickered at his comment as they bumped fists.

I rolled my eyes as Mr. Duble continued with his English lesson on who knows what, I was too busy staring out the window at Preston Gunnerson pulling into the parking lot on his new Ducati.

I sighed a little and immediately regretted it as I felt Zayn's eyes snap onto me. "What was that gutter rat?" He questioned as he peered out the window at whom I was staring at.

I shot an annoyed look over to Zayn. "Oh you know, just thinking of you. Honey." I retorted rather harshly.

"Fucking better be or I'm going to have to repeat last night with you" he said while slamming his desk into mine. "You know the Gunnerson dork can't make you feel the way I do right?" Zayn stated almost sounding worried, before he busted up laughing.

I rolled my eyes and got up as the final bell rang, signaling that school was over for the day. I grabbed my bag and walked out to go to my locker.

I soon felt an arm around my shoulder, not bothering to look because I knew it was just Zayn. I put my combination into my locker and pulled it open to grab my jacket.

"I think I rather like you with less clothes on babe" he breathed into my ear as he kissed my cheek, first looking to make sure no one was watching him.

I playfully shoved him away and opened my eyeliner and started re-filling in the heavy liner that had worn off throughout the day. I checked myself in the mirror in my locker before proceeding to shut it.

I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and put my arm around Zayns waist. Yeah, my boyfriend was a dick to me, but he was all I had, and someone like Preston wouldn't ever notice me, with him being from a wealthy family with his sports cars and name brand clothing. And me coming from a broken family, living in a crappy apartment that reeked of drugs and alcohol.

I guess you could describe me as the grunge rocker chick, or at least that's how everyone referred to me. With my dark brown long smooth hair that fell right above my hips, with my piercing green eyes and nose ring.

Matched with heavy eyeliner and ripped tights paired with ripped black shorts and my favorite combat boots. My signature was those boots, I'd only had them for a year and they were destroyed, ripping on the sides, the laces frayed and holes starting in the bottom.

But I loved those shoes. They were the only thing had ever really been mine.

I tightened the dark flannel shirt that was tied around my waist and fixed my Kurt Cobain shirt. I walked with Zayn out to his beat up truck and looked up only for my eyes to be met with Preston's.

I blushed deeply as he gave me his most prized smile and a small wave.

I could feel Zayns grip tighten around me as we walked to his truck. He released me to unlock his vehicle and I got in. I buckled my seatbelt as I threw my bag on the floor of the passenger side.

He started up the engine and I lazily laid one of my legs up on the dashboard. He pulled out and started driving. Undoubtably to my house, because although my parents were both such egotistical lunitics, who always smoked and swore for no reason. They were strict.

They were so so strict, and I hated them. Not because they were strict but because they were the most hateful and irresponsible people in my life. They only worked so they could buy their cigarettes and booze. And they hated me. I know it. And I felt more sorry for my little brother than anyone.

So I had to get home. Zayn's hand moved away from the steering wheel as he snaked his fingers between mine. Sure he was a narcissistic, prude and disgusting prick in front of his friends. But he was really different when it was just the two if us. He was tender and gentle with me, refraining from saying hurtful things, unless in front of his friends.

As he pulled up to my apartment complex I say up and grabbed my belongings. Before getting out he squeezed my hand and pecked my lips. I smiled a little to myself as I got out and headed up the stairs to my front door.

I sighed as I opened it and walked in. Choking on the smoke as I made y way to my room. "And where the hell do you think you've been?" I stopped and turned around to face my mother. "Hi mom.." She glared and crossed her arms. "Well?"

I sighed and started "I was at school mom, you know that, traffic was just bad because it's Friday, I got here as soon as I could.." She rolled her eyes at me and grabbed her bag and keys.

"I want this house cleaned up before I get home tomorrow. Your father won't be home until Sunday" she stated before walking out of the apartment and shutting the door behind her.

I walked into my room and threw my stuff onto my bed. I shook my head as I walked out and back into the living room. I picked up the trash can and began throwing away the empty beer cans and emptying the ashtray full of smoldering cigarette butts.

The front door opened before shutting after a few seconds. I was soon greeted with small arms hugging at my waist. I smiled as I picked up my little brother and squeezed him.

"How was your day Maxy?" I questioned him while kissing his cheek. I smiled bigger as he told me of his field trip that day. I loved my brother. He was the only innocent thing in my life. He so pure and untainted despite our family situation.

I walked into the kitchen and made him a snack before finishing cleaning the rest of the house.

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Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I know this is going to be a pretty chill book! Stay tuned! :) x