Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 2

"And what's your excuse this time, Styles?" Edward crossed his arms at the demanding and authoritative tone, eyes void of emotion. Instead of replying, the brunette just turned and walked away from the infuriated woman, and Edward could imagine smoke coming out of her ears just like what he has seen in those animated cartoons when he was six. He's always found it amusing to see teachers give into their annoyance. The smallest of things could rile them up and set them off.

"You know where to go, young man. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my class." Edward snickered and let himself out of the room, with a triumphant grin on his face. "Whatever, you old hag.." as he stepped out of the room, the voice of the old lady was muffled by the door, complaints about Edward being a little shit and how he was going nowhere in life.

What was the point though? They all came and went. Why waste your time and effort in succeeding when in the end, death was inescapable. Edward only believed in logic.

Others might find him to be a pessimist, but his reasoning behind his words will never change in the slightest.

He was being realistic.

Halls were empty, and the usual loud prattle was now overcome by silence. It sent a type of comfort towards Edward; but regardless of the comfort he was feeling, he still felt like a pair of eyes were watching his every move. Paranoia mixed with ease was an odd combination, but it was what it was.

Heedless, he finds himself falling down to his bum, and he shuddered when his bottom met the cold ground. In instinct, he purses his lips together and stands up to his feet, with a conflicted expression overtaking his facial features. "Watch where you're going!" He snaps at the person, which so happens to be the the someone he despised the most.

"You should be the one to apologize in this matter. You were the one aimlessly and negligently wandering in the halls. You're probably sent to go to detention. Like always. You always manage to piss people off." Edward scoffed at that. Who did he think he was?

"Oh sod off and save the good boy act, Malik. We all know you just love the attention people give you because you're supposedly the smartest out of us all." A smirk was suddenly plastered on his lips.

"If it were me though, I wouldn't be fooled. Actually, I'm not even in the slightest. You're probably just a retard who wants people to notice them. You're not fooling me, Malik. I'm not as oblivious and stupid like everybody else." Zayn bit back at his tongue to prevent himself from cursing at the younger boy. He wanted to be the bigger person in this ridiculous mishap. Although he should be used to Edward by now, he surely wasn't.

Rolling his eyes, he breathes in deep, and licks his now, chapped lips. The lad with brown locks of hair was just giving Zayn his daily dose of insults. A dose he's never asked for and wasn't necessary, nor was it needed.

"Whatever, Styles. Talk shit all you want. See if I care. One day, your words will bite you in the ass somehow, and you will regret walking  or stepping foot on this campus, acting like you're superior than everyone else. One day, you'll realize that an arrogant scum like you, will die alone. It'll be you're fault. And you yourself should know you're the one to blame for that." Without looking back, the Bradford native leaves Edward to stay there, immobile and unmoving.

Stupid faggot.

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Maybe Zayn was a bit harsh. Though he thinks that Edward needed to hear it from him. The bitter, somber reality, consequently sure to happen in the future.

Edward was the kind of lad who was all bark, but never bite. On rare instances, it brought bewilderment to the dark headed geek. He has never met an egoistic, self-centered, narcissistic persona as Edward was.

Zayn sighed, shaking off the thoughts of the boy, and guides himself through the desolated hallway, destination being the office. He reminds himself that he had priorities and responsibilities. Which were way more important than thinking about leather jacket, wearing assholes, with high profiles and desires for others attention.

Definitely way more important than that..

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"Mum? Where has Dad run off to?" With curious, beady emerald staring up at Anne, she could feel her heart breaking at the sight of her son. She couldn't possibly tell him that his father had fallen out of love with her and left one night without saying goodbye, could she? Countless of weeks of questioning herself how it all came to this.

"Love, uhm. He just has to go for a little while, yeah? He is very busy love." She told him sweetly.

"Where too, though?" Edward asked her, tilting his head sideways, causing his curls to bounce in the process.

"He's somewhere, yeah? We just have to wait until he gets back, alright, baby?" Edward grinned at her, indented crevices digging deep into his cheeks. Anne's heart melted, and there were tears swimming in her eyes.

"So he'll come back, right mummy?" Anne's chuckle was watery, but loving all at once. Her baby has always been the light in her life. The melancholic feeling lingered, but her little boy would discover ways into making her feel like she shouldn't have to be in a state of grief because of her husband's leave.

"Of course he will, baby." Anne has always taught him to tell the truth, but in this case, she needed to tell him a lie. She knew with time, he'd find out for himself, that his father wouldn't be around as much as he used to. That the man he once looked up to, couldn't care less about them both. He would just be a faint memory, for Anne and him both.

"He always will.."

To Be Continued ...

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