Here For You (Zayn Malik's Daughter)

Chapter 11

Kayla's POV.

Walking into the building, I take a deep breath. Way to take the edge of my first day of school dad. Hopefully he was just bluffing, right? Let's pray. I walk up to the front desk to talk to the secretary.

"Um, hello ma'am,  I'm Kayla Malik I'm new and I lost the schedule I got the day I toured the school, and my uniform fitted. May I have another?" The lady smiles.

"Of course honey, just one minute," She walks over to a big filing cabinet to leave me in my thoughts.

What? Never said I was good at keeping track of things. Keeping track of my homework should be a breeze, NOT. I can see my grades slipping already and my grave stone that I will have after Zayn kills me. Yes, I'm back to calling him Zayn again. I'm very angry at him, he threatened me. Little mother tucker. Why yes I said tucker instead of fucker. Dad said I'd be grounded for three months if he caught me cussing again.

"Here you are, Kayla. You're first class is with Mrs. Hallie for art. Do you know how to get there?"

"Yes ma'am, I remember from touring day," Taking the schedule from her hands I walk to building C1 that has my first block in it.

Walking into the classroom I realize class has already started. The teacher stops talking when I walk in.

"Oh you must be our new student," Mrs. Hallie asks me. Nodding I take in her appearance. No more than thirty, extremely pretty brown hair that flows down her back, and piercing green eyes.

"Well here is your canvas, you will need your father to buy you supplies for art, I will print you off a list." I nod in response before she introduces me.

"Class I'd like to introduce Kayla Malik, she's a new student and she's a very very important at the school being a celebrities daughter in all,"

The class just blinks their eyes, and just stare blankly at us like the idiots they are.

"Okay anyways, you can be paired up with Jackson for a group project," She points to a brown eyed, blonde haired dude. I go and sit by him.

"For this project class you  will be getting to know your partner and then after getting to know your partner I'd  like you to paint their faces but somehow I want you to put their personality mixed in, just be creative " This is gonna be a difficult class I call can't even draw a zamn (a/n have y'all seen that Cameron Dallas vine where he's like zamn! it's a hard world out there? ) stick figure. Already zoning out on the first day, great job Kayla. Zayn should be real proud.

"Psst," I look over to see Jackson pass me a note. Grabbing it from him I open it.

This is what it says:

Hi, I'm Jackson.

Rolling my eyes, I grab a pen out of my backpack and write back.

Well duh idiot, I know that. :P

I fold the note back up, making sure the teacher's not looking and I hand it back. Sitting back I watch Jackson open it and grin before writing back and handing it to me again.

Feisty, I like that. By the way, Did it hurt when you feel from Heaven?

Laughing I wad the paper into a ball, and hit Jackson right smack dab in the face.

"Miss Malik, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Shaking my head no, she nods before turning back to the board. I flick her off and make a face when turns around. Bitch, mess with me. This time Jackson laughs.

"Miss Malik and Mister Adams you can laugh at lunch detention,"

"Seriously? We didn't do a damn thing lady! We laughed! Big whoop, and it's only the first day of school." I yell, mad. Jackson looks at me and mouths 'You tell her sport!'

"Miss Malik, please follow me," Nodding I follow her to her office space where the class ooo's.

"Oh, shut up. That's very mature." I yell at them.

"Kayla I want you to call your dad, and tell him what you have been doing in class," Gulping, I realize how much trouble I will be in.

"Please don't make me Mrs. Hallie, I promise I won't do it again." Mrs. Hallie shakes her head and hands me the phone.

Sighing I dial dad's number, and wait for him to pick up. Hoping he doesn't pick up is useless because he answers on the third ring.

"Hello," His raspy Bradford accent comes through on the other line.

"Hay daddio!" Trying to play it cool I try to casually talk to dad, but Mrs. Hallie snatches the phone from me.

"Mr. Malik your daughter is calling you to tell you what she has done in my class," Handing me the phone back, I sigh.

"Hello?" I say in a small voice.

"Kayla Danielle, you better talk right now. Oh you are in so much trouble!"

"Well I was passing notes with a boy named Jackson I met and he wrote something funny on the paper and it made me laugh. So I got in trouble, well when Mrs. Hallie wasn't looking I made a face at her because she yelled at me, which made Jackson laugh and then Mrs. Hallie turned around again and she told us that we had lunch detention for laughing. Laughing dad, that's just ridicouless so I got mad because it always being the first day of school and cussed  her out."

I hear dad sigh on the other side, before he talks.

"Kayla, this could have been easily avoided but you made it into a big deal so now you are in trouble,"

"Yes sir," I say tears welling up in my eyes. I'm so in for it tonight.

"Let me speak to Mrs. Hallie, get your things together I'm coming to get you young lady,"

I hand the phone back to Mrs. Hallie, and grab my backpack. I go to walk out the door when a piece of paper hits the back off my head. I turn to see Jackson smirk, and mouth 'My numba, sexay lady,"

Shaking my head, I pick it up and walk to the parking lot to wait for dad. Wow, Kayla you just couldn't stay out of trouble for one day! You idiot! I need to find my razors when I get home, I have to cut. I have to, or else this pain won't go away. Kayla you deserve the pain. 

Hey I'm back!

Oh no, she's gonna cut again or is she? :0

Italy was sooo beautiful! I can't wait to go again. Anyways thanks for being patient. Here's an update! Kinda left it at a cliffy, sorry! Just kidding, I'm not ;)

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