Battle To Be Free (z.m) ✔️

Chapter 26

Alanna's POV

“Boo!” A voice screamed in my ear making me jump forwards and bang my forehead against my locker.  I turned around to see Kyle stood there trying and failing to look innocent.

“You’re such an ass!” I screeched.

“Ass? What are you American now? I believe what we English people say is arse,” He said pretending to be posh.

I just scowled at him and pushed him away before stalking away from him. “I heard you met Cade.”

I stopped and frowned; when had this happened?

He noticed my confused look and elaborated. “He said you saw each other at a party . . .”

I slapped my forehead in realisation. Of course! I saw him at the drug dealer’s party. “Oh yeah.”

He grinned. “So how did it go?”

I simply shrugged. “Okay I guess.”

“What? No awkwardness?” He pried.

“Nope.”

He gasped suddenly. “You didn’t have sex with him did you?!”

“No!” I exclaimed and I got more pissed off when he just smirked back at me. “There was no sex.”

“Good, good. You needed to break yourself of that habit anyway.”

My scowl deepened and he was just making my bad mood worse. It was hard to look at Niall now without seeing Gregg and I had tried my best to avoid doing so, but I think that Harry has caught on with my suspicious actions. Every time Niall was in a bad mood, so was I, as I could practically hear is thoughts about a ‘manipulative whore’ running through his brain.

I hated that I was the cause for his unhappiness, but I didn’t see what I could do about it because after all he said that he’d kill me without a thought. I may have been open to the suggestion in the past, but I had a life now and I wasn’t willing to risk it.

On top of this I still had the matter of the note that my mother gave me which I had torn up into shreds after I found out that the house she was speaking of was owned by a 20 year old man, which would mean that he fathered me when he was four. Highly unlikely.

I was walking without a care through the corridors and I knew it was my fault when I collided with a hard body. The paint in his arms fell to the ground, then splattered all over the floor which created rather abstract patterns.

“Watch were you’re going you stupid-,” He was cut off when he looked up and I realised with a laugh that it was only Zayn. “Oh.”

I gasped. “A big bad gang leader doing art?” The thought made me laugh out loud. I’d never given much thought to what he studied at school, but if I had to guess it wouldn’t have been art.

I bent down to help him pick up the paints and when I looked up he had a smirk on his face. “Something’s got to get the ladies interested.”

“Oh yes. I can see why you need art to pull ‘cos your face is hideous.” I teased.

A laugh came from above me and Zayn scowled at the laughs owner which happened to be Kyle.

Kyle noticed Zayn’s facial expression. “What? You still haven’t gotten over me banging your sister yet?” He taunted.

I groaned. Unfortunately boys were necessary for the survival of the human race, but god where they idiots sometimes.

Zayn stood up. “Wait until I get my hands on you, you’ll be crying out in pain.” He cracked his fingers menacingly as he approached Kyle and I felt like choking both of them.