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3. lies and surpries's

"Zayn! Zayn!" Louis shouted as he ran down the hall full of students to reach the very person he was calling after.

"What, Lou?" Zayn acknowledged as he approached his locker, doing the combination, placing his books inside after he had opened it.

"Did you see the sheet?" Louis replied, hunching over trying to catch his breath.

"What sheet?" Zayn questioned as he dug through his locker.

"The soccer one." Louis sighed.

"No, but I am sure only the best have been placed on it." He smirked at Louis. "Thanks to me."

"Do you consider Bieber to be the best?" Louis raised his brows, leaning up against the rest of the row of lockers, a smirk of his own plastered on his lips.

Zayn's brows knitted together. "I told coach not to let that fag on the time. That he was not good, at all, and would need lots of training to even be able to play in a game." Zayn's voiced raised with anger. Why hadn't the coach listened to him?

Louis shrugged. "Maybe it's a typo or somethin'."

Zayn slammed his locker door shut. "Yeah, well, I am going to find out." He quickly turned on his heels heading towards the gymnasium, which was right next to the coaches office.

He refused to let some fag like Justin play on his team. He would ruin the team. He did not care if Ryan or Chaz, for this matter, were friends with Bieber, he just hated the thought of having to play with someone like Justin.

Zayn softly knocked on the open door of the coaches office, coach Brinkley raising his head from his papers, a grin appear as he saw it was Zayn.

"Zayn, my boy, what can I do for you?" He asked folding his hands atop of his desk.

"Sorry to bother coach, but I was looking at the soccer sheet and saw Biebers name and thought you may have made a mistake." Zayn questioned, giving the coach small smile so he wouldn't see - or hoped he wouldn't see - how angry he was about this.

"Ah, yes, after talking it out with you I decided to just let him join the team."

"Right." Zayn gave a - fake - teethy grin. "And why is that sir?"

Coach Brinkley shrugged. "The kids good Zayn. It's as simple as that, he did mess up a bit but other than that he is quick on his feet and a great kicker too."

"But sir, he's - he's,"

"Gay?" Finished for him, raising his brows.

"Yes! Do you want someone like that on your team?" Zayn seethed.

"Why not? I have nothing against the homosexuals, and like I said, the kids a hell of a player." Coach sighed. "You are one of my best players Malik, and I don't know what feud is going on between you and Justin, but he is staying on the team, I am sorry." Brinkley explained, a slight frown forming on his face.

"Don't worry about it sir." Zayn took a deep breath, as he held back the strength to not yell at the coach for making an idiotic choice and not listening to him like he should have. "I'm sure Justin and I can put aside our difference in order for the team." Zayn grinned.

"That's great! That's why I like you Malik, always doing what's right!" Coach rejoiced.

Zayn laughed. "Anything for the team sir. But uh, I should be going and let you get back to your work, see you tomorrow at practice." Zayn waved a goodbye to the coach and his fake smile soon turned into a scowl.

His fists were clenched, anger surging throughout him. He pushed past some student purposely bumping into them harshly knocking over the books and whatever else was placed in their hands. He was pissed. Coach would regret letting a fag like Justin on the team, he just knew it. He didn't listen to him and he was going to regret it some day.

Zayn turned corner after corner of halls until he found him; Justin. He stood in front of his locker, placing books into his bag.

He quickly approached Justin slamming his locker door in his face and pushing him up against the wall, making the boy wince in pain as his shoulders hit.

"Listen here fag," Zayn hissed. "Coach may think you are some great player but I don't know. I know you're shit and when you fuck up and get thrown off of the team I am going to laugh, hell, I might even throw a damn party I will be so happy." Zayn grabbed Justin wrist digging his nails into it. "I swear to go Bieber, if you fuck up any of our games and cause us to loose I will beat the shit out of you." Justin hissed in pain as Zayn's grip grew tighter. "So you better give it all you got Biebs."

Zayn smirked, letting go of the boys wrist but only to give him a punch in the chest, making Justin cry out in pain, hands grabbing at the slowly bruising area.

"Fag." Zayn spat before walking away.

He did not feel accomplished, the only thing that would make him feel that was if Bieber was kicked off of the team. But if he was going to be on the team Zayn was going to make sure he didn't fuck up and make them loose, or make it so the coach wouldn't put him into any games.

This was their senior year, they needed to go to championships, he needed a scholarship and he was not going to let some gay mess that up for him or his team.

"You talk to him?" Louis asked as Zayn turned the corner of the long hall to see Perrie, - his girlfriend -, Liam, who had his arm around his girlfriend Sophia, Harry, and Niall all stood by his locker.

"Yeah, coach won't take him off of the team. But i threatened Biebs and he won't be getting in the way or fucking up, I'm sure of it." Zayn smirked as Louis, Liam, and Harry all patted him on the shoulder, with smirks of their own.

"He was actually pretty good guys, you have to admit." Niall mumbled out.

"Niall," Harry whispered hitting him in the side, mouthing for him to shut up.

"What was that Niall?" Zayn demanded scowling at the blonde boy.

"Nothing, I just, uh, I thought he was sort of good." Niall stammered.

"Well then maybe you could join him on the bench our first game." Zayn raised his brows.

"No, Zayn, that's - never mind okay. You're right he was horrid." Niall scoffed.

"That's what I thought." Zayn smirked. "You're lucky I love you Horan or I would kick your ass." They all laughed, Niall's being a lot more forced than the others.

"C'mon babe." Zayn demanded as he wrapped his arm around his girlfriends neck. "I have some tension you need to help me with." Zayn smirked at the blonde girl giving him
A seductive look as the exited the school.