electric youth - ziam au

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"You are like the butt off the loaf of bread. No one wants you, but if you're all that's left, they'll take you. Just to fill their appetite." The dean sat down, folding his hands on the desk.

"Is that supposed to be some sort of insult? Because not only did it make absolutely no sense, it makes me want to slap you across the face." Zayn Malik laughed, turning and throwing his legs up onto the seat next to him.

The Dean groaned, walking over to his drawers and pulling out a file with ZAYN MALIK printed on the front in all caps.

"In this folder, we have pictures of you breaking too many rules to really imagine." He opened it up I front of Zayn, making him laugh even more.

"What is this? Some police interrogation?" He smirked, scooting up to the front of his seat. "No mister, I didn't kill that man! He just walked in front of my knife!" He scoffed before laughing again.

In the folder were pictures of Zayn smoking what seemed to be weed as well as traditional cigarettes. There were reports teachers had to write in order to eject a student from their class, as well as times he had gotten written up for whatever it is he did wrong.

"I have three more folders in that file cabinet. We could go on for days," he pulled out a few reports, shoving them into Zayn's hands before continuing. "I understand that this is your senior year of high school and that you are nearly done, I do, but you, Zayn Malik, are the worst student we could ever admit to having. Everyone here is ashamed of you."

Zayn rolled his eyes, not having any of it. "You tell me this constantly. I think I've got it." He sighed, getting comfortable in the chair once again, just hoping for this to be over.

"You will receive detention for the next two weeks, as well as lead a few tours throughout the next week. We have a new student in junior year, and he will definitely need some help around. We will get the information to you soon, you are dismissed."

Zayn let out a sigh full of relief before going back to his locker to pack up his things (which mostly consisted of drugs and some extra hair gel, as if he would actually do any of his homework.) and leaving out to his car. He was the last one in the parking lot, and thank God he was, because he was in desperate need of an instant smoke.

He leaned against the side of the car facing away from the school, fed up with the damn dean spying in him through a camera. He took out his box of cigarettes and lighting two at once.

"Fuck this school." He mumbled, smashing them out and getting into the car. He turned on the radio, smiling when it was already playing a song he liked.

He made it home around twenty minutes later, gladly beating the rush hour traffic. His mother greeted him at the garage door after he had parked, holding a full snack for him to take up to his room while he works. He ripped it out of her grasp and ate it on the way up the stairs, really in the mood for a nap and a late dinner.

When he woke up, it was two am. His mother and father were both already in bed, cuddled up. They left Zayn to himself when it came to dinner, never really sure exactly what he liked at the moment. They also enjoyed the nice time together.

His parents were like that. Still in deep love after thirty years of marriage and four kids. Zayn had an older sister living in America for uni, and two younger sisters, away at a church camp at the moment. All three of them were the perfect examples of wonderful children, as Zayn ran around smoking the nearest thing to him and hardly sliding into the next grade of schooling. His parents were also very proper and intelligent, running the home like some sort of country club. He didn't mind that he didn't fit into his family anyway. What he did made him feel like himself, and he wasn't about to change for anybody.

Zayn went downstairs to fill his appetite with microwaved waffles and ice cream before going back to bed. He woke up to the sound of his mother singing, as she always did while making breakfast. It was already on the table after Zayn had gotten dressed, allowing him to eat fast and leave quick, dodging the kiss on his cheek from his mum and a pat on the back from his dad.

When Zayn got to school, there was already a pack around him. Some were shy kids, asking for a drug hookup (which, by the way, Zayn did in fact use as a side job), girls hoping to get asked to the upcoming formal, and the two guys Zayn ever talked to.

Harry Styles was a curly headed badass, assisting Zayn in his drug dealing, as well as hooking him up with many of the hot girls in their classes. The two met in third grade, and ended up sticking together.

The other was Niall Horan. He was one of the kids you'd consider to be sweet and careful, but when he was put in the right circumstance, that boy could be as bad as boys get. He met the other two in eighth grade, right before high school when he was an exchange student from Ireland. His family eventually moved to the area Zayn and Harry were in, getting much too used to it to leave.

There was also Tresslia, Niall's long term girlfriend and basically his follower. Zayn was just now getting used to her, but she really wasn't a bad girl. She and he had fallen together in the ninth grade, starting to hold hands and share kisses before even determining the fact they were dating.

"Zayn, God Zayn, I need a smoke and I'm out." Harry sighed, leaning against the locker next to Zayn's as he grabbed the only pencil he ever bought to class. "My aunt took the only packs I had left."

"Oh, I'm Aunt Gurdy, I rule the world." Niall laughed, raising his voice as he imitated her. Tresslia laughed, clutching her books to her chest and leaning against his side.

Harry mocked his laughing, grabbing the cigarette Zayn was holding out to him. He lit it right there in the hallway, and no one even attempted to stop him. When Harry, or anyone for that matter, was standing with Zayn, it was as if no one could ever hurt them. No one wanted to deal with Zayn Malik, so no one was about to deal with any of his friends.

"Hey, Niall, would you be the wonderful soul who gets me out of detention for the next two weeks? Maybe even the tour?" Zayn smirked, throwing his tattoo covered arm around his shoulder.

"I can get you out of the two weeks but that tour is not going to pass... I tried to get Harry out of one last year, ended up having to do it myself." He pushed his arm off, waving goodbye and breaking off to go into his first class. Tresslia walked off the other way, and it was only Harry and Zayn left.

"I need a drag mister..." he sighed, holding out his hand for Harry to put the cigarette in. "Gracias..." He handed it back before Harry was going into his own class.

Zayn ended up walking into his first period twelve minutes late, but no one seemed to give him a second look as he made it to his seat in the back.

After school had ended, Niall had driven Zayn in his car, and to his house, taking him back when detention was meant to be over so that he could drive himself home. He had parked in the garage around five thirty, and he was greeted by his father today, holding another plate of snacks, The family room was set up with a bunch of decorations, welcoming Zayn's sisters back from camp for when they were dropped off that day.

He grabbed the plate before running back up to his room. His mother was away at her book club at the moment, which Zayn was grateful for. She would definitely start asking about his day, not letting him leave until he told every detail in max perspective.

He went to bed early, not wanting to go through the family party for two girls who have even gone for two nights, and eagerly awaiting the end of the next day and the beginning of the weekend.