A/N:
SO THIS BOOK IS KINDA BAD BOY ZAYN IF U CANT TELL LOL BUT I THINK I LOVE HOW ITS GONNA TURN OUT AH
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Zayn's P.O.V
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"You have got to be kidding me."
"Bunk beds?"
"Bunk beds!"
Mike and I stare at Rider in disbelief. Of course he would buy two teenagers fucking bunk beds. What are we, 12? No.
"There's no way in hell I'm sleeping on that." I say plainly, dropping my bags to the floor.
"C'mon, Streets! It's an upgrade from hotels and better than no bed at all.." Mike says through his teeth. I know he doesn't want to mess this up.
Suddenly an idea clicks in my head. Rider may not like it but I sure as hell do.
"Rider, you won't be here that much, how 'bout you and Mike share it, and I'll get the the smaller room- with the queen bed?" I ask, crossing my arms and nodding into the hallway.
The original plan was for Mike and I to share the master bedroom, but with bunk beds I can't do that.
Rider looked as if he were about to protest, but I glared at him and stiffened my stature. "Yeah sure, what ever.." Rider said, leaving the room.
Probably to get his stuff.
"You're an ass!" My best friend laughed. I just smirked.
"I know."
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"This is so fucking weird" Mike whispered as we walked through halls of our new school.
Everyone was staring and it was pissing me off. Was it really that small of a school that they'd need to pay attention to the new kids?
No. The school was huge as hell. So why were they staring? Beats me.
"I can second that.." I say.
Rider tried to make sure Mike and I have all the same classes together, but by the looks of our schedule he failed.
We had two out of four classes together, and then we could meet up at lunch of course.
"We have art class first.." Mike trailed off.
"That's stupid" I shrug it off. But art is my favourite subject. I couldn't tell him that though, he'd laugh in my fucking face.
Even though this school looked like shit, the people looked preppy as fuck, and no body would stop fucking staring- I couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of excitement.
Or relief?
I don't get excited so I'm going with the second option.
My schedule was Art, English, Lunch, Math, then History.
Is it even legal to have so many boring subjects in a row?
I thought about asking Mike what he had, but I didn't wan to come off as too interested.
"Hey!" Mike and I both turn to seek out where the small voice had come from.
It was a short blonde girl, her eyes way too bright for this early in the morning.
"You must be Mike and... Streets?" She questioned, probably not believing my name.
I gave her a once over, not bothering to cover it up, and she seemed to get nervous for a second.
"That's us." I say, taking my eyes away from her chest to her eyes.
"Why?" Mike asked, finally speaking up.
"I have art with you, the teacher asked me to show you there today, incase you didn't know where to go.." She spoke, pursing her lips once she was done.
Mike slung an arm over her shoulder, and in instinct she flinched, staring up at him.
"Show us the way!" He said dramatically. I just rolled my eyes and followed behind them.
She didn't even bother shrugging off Mike's arm, and I knew he would try something with her.
All through art class Mike would hit on the blonde girl, who I learned was named Becca. We also learned she had a boyfriend, but that wouldn't stop Mike, and she didn't stop him either.
If all the girls here are this easy, I think I might have some fun.
Today the class was finishing something they started last week, so Mike and I had free time. I decided to use it to sketch random shit in the textbooks, where as my best friend used it to eventually sneak Becca out of the class.
What a smooth ass hole.
Mike is going to have quite the reputation, because I know what he wants, or what he doesn't want. And it's definitely not a relationship.
Mike never returned to class. The next time I saw him was at lunch, where he described in full detail how easy, but pleasurable the girls are here. I rolled my eyes. Of course it would be him to leave halfway through class just for a blow job. But then again, who wouldn't?
Mike and I sat outside, eating our fries from the cafeteria. I heard small giggles, and I guess Mike did too. We both looked up, only to see Becca and her friends sitting not that far from us. Mike smirked at her, and she probably took it as a cue to come over, because that's exactly what she did.
"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime?" The short girl asked, twirling her hair, causing Mike to nearly choke on his food.
We both broke out into hysterics, and she looked genuinely confused.
"You have a boyfriend." Mike said, recovering from our little slip up.
"He doesn't go here.." She flirted back.
"I'm not interested in you like that, babe." Mike smirked, causing me to too. This day has been too interesting.
The look on Becca's face was horrified. Shocked. Disgusted.
"You are a dog!" She yelled, storming away, earning us some glares from her friends.
One of the girls from her group gave her a hug, flipping off Mike in the process. She was hot as fuck. If I thought her friend was a ten, she's a 16.8. I sent her a wink and she looked genuinely sick.
And that's how I knew I had to change her mind.
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E/N:
SO THE BOYS ARE ASSHOLES NOW WE'VE GOT THAT COVERED omg they're so mean I'm sorry Becca
-R
