Extinguish.

Chapter 4; Flour Wars

Sorry for the long wait for this chapter 😂 I start something and then I totally forget about it haha, but I was on Wattpad while my power is out so I decided to write another chapter !

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Zayn's POV (look! Zayn is in the fanfic!!)

"Court dissmissed" the judge announced.

Yes, court.

I'm currently in trial for burning down Wavers Public School. Did I do it? Who wouldn't do it. Who did it? Me.

All the kids got out of the school. Nobody got harmed as that I know of. That's fine.

I still don't understand why I am being taken to court for this. I paid for all the damage with money I got from my summer job at the Wavers Deli across the street from the school.

In the process of burning down the school, I burned myself. I think that's a big enough punishment.

There's a large burn on the left side of arm making that part of my arm a red-pink and more sensitive then the rest of my skin.

Sadly, I can't get any plastic surgery on it. One because I could be sent to jail for burning a school down. Two they spent all my money for repairs of the school.

I just think I was doing myself, and everyone else a favor by giving them a early vacation.

I get up off my bench seat from the trial and make my way out the building.

News reporters are everywhere attempting to stick their microphones in my face.

So what do I do back? Middle finger.

I would like to thank whoever gave us this magical finger to grant thanks to our loved haters.

I get into my black Jeep that has a green skull spray painted onto the side which I did in my free time.

Once I start up my car, I honk my horn and flick off the news reporters before heading out.

I would run all of them over, but I was in a fantastic mood and already was in enough trouble.

I drive to my job listening to the famous song 'Bleeding Out' by Imagine Dragons.

This song isn't really my style, I like hip hops and rap, but the beat of it is nice.

I get my way to the Wavers Deli with 2 minutes to spare.

I turn my engine off and head out of my car.

Looking through the glass doors that have kids finger prints all over them, I see Perrie, a purple haired nice girl that I absolutely can't stand.

Perrie's too nice. She's a good girl. Yeah yeah, there are love stories where the opposites fall in love. That's amazingly unrealistic. I would never in a million years date this girl. Her voice is too high. She sounds like a chipmunk. I also can't stand her niceness which I think we have already covered. Her purple hair is pretty cool though.

"Morning Malik!" Perrie greets me from the cash register.

"Sup" I roll my eyes pulling out a cigar from my jeans back pocket.

"Your seriously still smoking. After the million times I tell you that's it's bad for your health and that you could die from cancer and that we have too much hot air in here from the pizzas and the oven and now yo-" she blabs on and on.

"Yeah yeah, health when did you think I care about that? You talk too much your giving me a headache." I blow smoke out.

"You think I'm giving you a headache?" She clenches her fist, scaring me 'so much'.

I blow smoke into the air "You tend to do that a lot" I reply coldly.

"Do what?" She asks heading into the kitchen area where we cook the pizzas.

"Ask the stupidest questions. You also tend to talk a lot with that loud pitchy voice of yours." I respond, putting my cigar out.

"Pitchy?! Stupidest?! You clearly don't know me at all, Malik. At least I didn't burn a school down." She replies with a sassy smile.

I walk over to the counter a grab a remote for the TV we have in the parlor.

"At least I don't annoy people everywhere I go." I respond. I go channel surfing as I sit on top of the paying counter. "Your also way too much of a good girl. You always do the right thing. You never break the rules."

I could tell by this point Perrie was getting upset because she left to go into the kitchen area without responding to my comment.

Perrie soon returns with a large bag of flour that we use to flatten out our dough to form that perfect circle shape.

She cuts the bag open quickly with a knife on the back counter and reaches her hand into the bag.

She throws a handful of flour at my mouth and neck area.

"Too much of a good girl?" Perrie asks "Oh no? Did I just break the rules?" She laughs, diving her hand into another fist of flour and tossing it at me.

Honestly I was in shock. I never knew Perrie had it in her.

"Pay back." I jump off the counter ducking, trying to make my way to the kitchen so I could get myself a bag of flour.

I make it to the storage room in the kitchen and take a bag the same size as Perrie's so it's fair.

With a knife, I open the large bag and make my way to the eating area where Perrie is currently hiding.

I take a handful of flour from the bag causing some to fall onto the floor.

I throw the handful at Perrie's now white hair.

She gasps and throws another handful at my black shirt then she runs to the cash register area to hide from the flour and me.

She ducked under the desk and that was her mistake.

I dumped the whole bag of flour over her head.

"MALIK! YOUR DEAD!" She yelled, giggling in between.

I run behind a bench where the customers eat as she chases me with a bag of flour I could tell was way too heavy for her weak hands.

Since it was fair, I allowed her to dump the whole bag of flour on my head.

Now we both were covered in white head to toe but that didn't stop us from throwing the flour that was on ourselves at eachother.

As I was trying to get away from her I tripped on the wooden floor that was covered in flour and fell face down.

"Zayn!" She yelled, laughing at my fall.

To be honest, I believe Perrie is having the best time of her life here. I have never seen her having this much fun. She has to learn its fun breaking the rules.

Then we heard the bell attached to the door ring, meaning a new person has come in.

A upset, angry face glared at both Perrie and me.

"Boss!" I greet him getting up from the now white flour floor and standing next to Perrie.

"Daddy!" Perrie greets him as well.

Yes, Mr. Edwards is Perrie's father. Mr. Edwards is the man who own this pizza shop. That must be the only reason Perrie has a job here since she sucks at making pizzas.

"What have you two done?!" He shouted at us bending down to take a finger of flour off the floor. "Do you have any idea how much this costs me?!" He yelled again.

Perrie looked at me with sad, gloomy eyes.

Doing something terrible always comes with a punishment.

Perrie just needs to understand that.

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I actually really loved writing this chapter 😂

It's a cute chapter, the first flirty moment of Zerrie.