The Bad Boy(Zayn Malik)

Kayla's pov.

I was the goody goody...Well that's what everyone thought. Glasses. All a's. But all that was because of my parents. They wanted me to be good in school and get good grades. But that wasn't what I wanted to be. I wanted to be cool. Be bad. Enjoy life.

I didn't know how to feel welcomed. But I fell for a bad boy. Tattoos. He smoked. He was just perfect. But he was a boy who made fun of me. I knew I would have to change my life. Stop being who my parents think I should be.

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It was Monday. We had gym today. Boys and girls had the same locker are. Which was pretty weird. And of course me an Zayn had the same gym period. We were helping the teacher clean the gym. Two people had to clean the locker room. And guess who got paired...Zayn and Me. It was terrible and wonderful at the same time. He cleaned the boy side and I cleaned the girl side. It was the worst. I could hear him mumble rude things about me under his breath.

"Excuse me"

I wasn't gonna let him sit there and make fun of me like I usually do.

"What do you want.!"

He growled back.

"I'm not who you think I am"

And in that moment I knew it came to the time I had to stop faking who I was. I took off my glasses. I let out my hair.

"What do you mean.?"

He looked at me with mad and confused eyes.

"I'm not a good girl. Well I mean I am but I'm faking it"

I said disappointed. I let my parents down. I let the teachers down.

"Uhm.?"

I always had two sets of clothes on. I had my good girl crap on top and my bad girl side underneath. I took of my shirt I got from some girl store. And I had a rock band shirt. I took off my girly pants and had ripped leggings. I changed my stupid girly sandals and put on black converses.

He stood there shocked. I couldn't tell if he thought I was weird. Or if I was just someone like him.

"So your saying I made fun of you for nothing"

"Pretty much..."

"Wow. I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm sorry. I really am."

I smirked. He said he was sorry...Finally I was who I wanted to be. Not what my parents wanted me to be.

"But you made fun of me. You made my high school year terrible."

"I know I did. I'm so sorry. Please"

"I don't know if-"

He came over and kissed me. I finally had him. It was perfect. He let go and stared at me in the eyes.

"Now do you forgive me.?"

I giggled.

"Maybe..."

"Oh come on."

"Okay.! I do I do."

We helped eachother clean. I was super happy to be myself. I faked for my whole year and now I will finally be accepted.

"So why did you fake.?"

"My parents. They wanted me to be good in school. Be a good influence. But that's not who I wanted to be. I wanted to fit in."

I said as I folded dirty towels an threw them in a basket.

"So you didn't want to be that. And me and my friends made it even worse. We made it harder on you."

"Yeah.."

"I feel so bad"

"Don't. It's all good now. I just am happy Im myself now you know..."

"Yeah."

"Yeah.."

"Your actually really nice. And pretty... I should've gave you a chance"

"Yeah... Thanks. "

"Maybe we can go out sometime"

"I would love to.! I would have to sneak out of my house of course. My mom wouldn't let me go anywhere"

"Yeah. Lets make some plans"