Something Wicked This Way Comes (Zayn Malik)

Chapter Five

        Caledonia sat in her new science class after introducing herself. She didn’t mean to come off as a smartass, it just slipped out. Michael and his friends thought it was the funniest thing, and that amused her. Unfortunately, Caledonia found her thoughts drifting towards the mysterious Mr. Malik and his friends. She decide then and there that she did not care for that Styles boy or the Malik kid. She found him to be, although handsome, a complete tool. As for Harry, well she had already told him what she thought.

            “Are you learning about the urinary system like the rest of us?” Michael asks her playfully brushing her hair out of her face. She smiled back at him as her answer. She really liked her hair- it was a nice, basic light brown and was curly to no end. She had straighten it this morning, but found it boring now. She could feel some one staring at her, and she knew who it was. Caledonia had a feeling that if she turned her head, she would make direct eye contact with the Malik boy. Just as she was about to turn around, the bell rung. She sprang from her seat to follow Michael out.

            “So Caledonia, Ash here has English with you so just follow him.” Michael tells her. He want to catch up to Calum to continue their conversation, but just as he is about to leave he notices a very pissed off Zayn making his way towards them. He decides to stay and watch this play out. He watches as Zayn makes a beeline for Caledonia, so he decides to step in. Before he can make his usual smart ass comment, Zayn is grabbing Cal by her arm so hard it had to hurt.

            Caledonia feels her arm being crushed and she is spun around to meet the eyes of a very pissed off looking Malik.

            “What the hell do you think you’re doing with them?” He screams at her. This phrase is all to familiar. When her parents first meet her new friends, and took in all of the tattoos and piercing, they had said the exact same thing-in the same exact tone. It pissed her off then, and it made her feel hurt and angry now. She yanks her arm out of his grasps, and the look on Zayn’s face goes from anger to surprise.

            “Look you dick, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but I don’t know you. You don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t talk too. Next time you fucking touch me, you will regret it, you stuck up, cocky, bastard!” She screams back. She notices that everyone is looking at her. Cal turns on her heel, and marches to find that Ashton guy. She feels herself being followed and, to her relief, it was Michael.

            “You just called Zayn Malik a dick.” He tells her, amused. She is breathing heavy with anger, and doesn’t really see the humor in this situation.

            “He grabbed me!” She tells him, in her own defense. Michael raises his hands in mock defeat. “I lost Ashton. Can you tell me where my English class is?” She asks him, and he nods. He points to a room down the hall. She thanks him, and watches as he walks away. He turns back and winks at her before she enters the class, and she chuckles to herself.

            She finds that the only empty desk is next to one of the boys that walk in to the last class late with Malik. She groans inwardly, and takes her seat hoping that she wouldn’t have to introduce herself. She is sure that after her little episode with Zayn, she is all over the campus by now. She tells the teacher, Ms. Jones,  she is new and get waved back to her desk. She notices the boy staring at her, and she really just wants him to stop or say something.

            “He isn’t normally like that.” He tells her, referring to Malik. She rolls her eyes and goes back to filling out her answer sheet of Beowulf. “He just gets protective.” He tells her. She stops writing, puts down her pen and looks at this boy.

            “What’s your name, kid?” She asks him. The guy scoffs at the name kid, and she doesn’t blame him. He is well over six feet.

            “Marcel.” He tells her. “And Zayn just get protective, and he’s confused.” She raises an eyebrow at Marcel and tries think of how to answer that.

            “Protective over who? Was I too close to Michael?” She asks. Marcel snorts, and the teacher sends him a look.

            “Oh, you were serious?” He says half smiling. She sighs in frustration.

            “Is it because I called that Harry guy a twat?” She asks, seriously. Marcel grins at her.

            “ You called my brother a twat? That is hilarious!” he whisper-yells to her. Cal has all but lost patience with this guy.

            “Look if you’re not going to tell me, just shut the fuck up and let me do my work.” She says, angrily turning her head to look at her half completed worksheet. Marcel sighs, he doesn’t understand this girl. Surely she must have felt the bond too?

            “He is protective over you.” Marcel tells her, softly. She rolls her eyes in his direction.

            “He doesn’t know me.” She tells him, bitterly.

            “But he wants too.” Is all Marcel can think to tell her. She has to resist the urge to laugh loudly in his face. She turns her attention to her worksheet, and fills in the blank over what references to biblical characters in this work.

            Zayn is still fuming from the little interaction he shared with Caledonia. Harry and he are both in math, and Harry is watching him closely. They sit in the back of the room, and Harry decides to break the ice.

            “If it makes you feel any better, she called my ‘twat waffle’ this morning.” Harry tells his alpha carefully. Zayn turns his whole body towards Harry and looks at him with a ‘stop talking’ expression. Zayn finally sighs, and puts his face in his hands.

            “What am I going to do with her?” He asks Harry. Harry thinks about how to answer, he can sense that something else is bothering Zayn, but he won’t bring it up.

            “Just be patient, she’ll come around.” Harry tells him, and a small smile passes over Zayn’s face.

            “That sounds like something Marcel would say.” He tells him, and Harry chuckles.

            “Well, we are twins.” He tells Zayn softly.

            The rest of the day passes too slow for Caledonia liking, but eventually she is walking to her car. Waiting by her car, must to her impatience and anger, is Harry Styles. She almost debates walking home, and leaving the car, but that is ridiculous.

            “What?” She asks, approving her car. Harry looks down at her and smiles, and tomorrow, she decides, she will wear heels.

            “Zayn is sorry for what he said.” He tells her. Caledonia laughs out loud. This guy actually has his friend apologize for him? She thinks to herself.

            “Why isn’t doesn’t he apologize for his own behavior?” She asks, annoyed. Harry rolls his eyes because this girl doesn’t understand who he or Zayn are.

            “He’s busy.” He says simply. Caledonia smirks at him, and pushes by to get into her car.

            “Well, I can see him and your little twin in that car over there so try again, yeah?” She tells Harry. Harry can feel anger building up in his blood. Before he can response, Cal keeps talking. “Better yet, tell Malik to go fuck his self and his apology.” She tells him, with fake sweetness. She watches in satisfaction, as she drives off, of Malik slamming his hands against the steering wheel of his. And yeah, she thinks, maybe this school isn’t so bad.