Animals [z.m. || a.u.]

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A/N: The things written in Italics are their thoughts. Happy reading!

iii.

Zayn's head jerked forward making him wake-up as the bus came to a halt. Getting to his conciousness, got off the bus without knowing where the bus had probably brought him to. He stared at the map on the near-by post for a long time. Ten years of staying away from his home surely had done a major memory-wash from his brain.

He pulled out a sleek rectangular phone from his jeans pocket. Clicking a picture of the map and placing the phone back safely he started down the concrete pavement again. His shoes making the familiar 'trip-trap' sound. He wondered why they called them sneakers while they could do anything but help you sneak out of a situation.

English is a weird language.

A gust of wind made the lapels of his hoodie fly sending a shiver through him. He never gave it another thought and zipped the hoodie up. His face was shadowed by the hood and his fists balled into the pockets.

Holy crap!

To say that Zayn regretted getting off the bus would be an understatement since Zayn had yet 6 blocks to walk for to reach the periphery of school. The cold was unbearable anyway it was the last day of school and he had to reach there or else he might be able to see her ever. Zayn tried his best to speed his legs up. He put the headphones connected to the mobile into his ears and it wasn't long before Maroon5 started pouring music into his ears. 

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Claire was hurrying around in the school premises. She couldn't find Harry for the every year ritual they followed. It's just a day before winter break and this boy was no where to be found. She tried texting and calling him but won't reply on it either. Neither did Spencer know where he was on enquiring. 

This boy.

Giving up Claire went to the cafeteria of the school ordering a cup of tea she settled down with a pencil and her sketch book. She couldn't believe it that Harry had forgotten what day it was. Disappointed she started rubbing the tip of the pencil randomly over the thick, white page of her sketch book, absentmindedly.

She let her insticts flow and the pencil make her own way out of the white of the paper. She could see the pencil marks take the most unexpected shape ever. She had drawn an eye. She couldn't place it anywhere for she had never seen eyes as perfect as those. Neither could she force herself to accept it as a figment of her own imagination since the sketch looked alive enough.

"Looky who's there!" a voice familiar to Claire mocked.

Oh, God, not Bryan.

Bryan was someone who's face Claire would never forget. There were reasons she hated him and some reasons she wanted him back. No wonder what he did was irreversible and unforgivable but he still had his charm that Claire could fall easily for. She couldn't back-fire when he spoke something about her. Her sarcasm won't come out in-front of him. She was vulnernable.

It had been an year since she hadn't any contact with Bryan and she was greatful about it. Some said Bryan had left the town soon as he had dumped her. But Claire would just shaking every word off as soon as the sentence contained the word 'Bryan'.

"So, bit*h, what are you up to this winter? Hooking up with your best-friend?" Bryan cocked his neck towards her sitting on the table his eyes watching Claire closely and an irritating smile playing on his lips.

Could anyone be more shameless?

Claire decided to ignore every word Bryan spoke. Shoving her Sketch book and pencil into her back pack, Claire stood up. Not even sparing a single glance at Bryan she hurried to walk away from there.

"I heard about you father, Claire. Is daddy's little girl sad? Of course she is. Who's gonna make Claire food?" Bryan mocked.

Enough. Claire wnted to yell at him but not a single word left her mouth all she would manage was a whimper.

"Orphan." Bryan hissed into her ear.

Claire couldn't take it anymore. She hurried on her way out of the building as tears never stopped from her eyes. Claire ducked her head low not allowing anyone to see she was crying. Deciding to take the almost desserted alley way she walked quickly, desperate to reach home. The last thing she wanted was to scare anyone because of the running mascara.

She sobbed and found it difficult to walk with each passing step. Bryan's voice echoed in her mind. He was right she was vulnernable without her father but it was just the way he put the fact to remind her those scars that never healed. She couldn't help but feel the surging anger and hatred towards Bryan in her heart.

She was just about to turn around the carner when she was pushed back against the hard, cold pavement all of a sudden.

"Are you fu*king blind?" Claire's anger found it's way through her words as she struglled to get up. She felt pain through her hips to the spine and it was horrible. The frigidity of the pavement made it even more hard.

On looking-up she saw a dark, tall, skinny figure standing in front of her. A male, obviously. His face was shodowed by the grey hoddie that he was adorning.

"The same goes to you. You shoul've kept your eyes opwn, bit*h" his voice was husky enough to make Claire feel even more embarrased.

He didn't wait for her to stand-up niether did he help her. Instead he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Inhaling a long puff he was about to walk away before he blew the smoke on Claire's face.

"Smoking bastard!" Claire coughed uncontrollably at the suffocating smoke.

That made him stop. Pulling Claire up to her feet effortlessly he pushed her against the wall. He grabbed her shoulders crushing them between the wall and his hands. Claire was too confused and in pain to notice those breath-taking brown eyes looking at her intently. The pupils expanding with lust.

"You've got a big mouth, bit*h, and I hate big mouths." he spoke close to her face each word letting nicotine containing smoke fanning her face.

She turned her neck sideways to keep as much distance as she could from the maniac she had just encountered, quietly cursing herself to have chosen this way to return home.

"I don't have time for you sh*t." he suddenly said almost throwing her back on the pavement and strode away qucikly back on his own way while Claire just lied there trying to clear her throat of the sickening smell of cigarette smoke.

As she stood up she felt pain in her shoulder where his cold hands had held her and in her back since she ws thrown down twice. The pain was unbearable and the tears still unstoppable. She tried to call Harry, again and yet again got no answer.

Could this day get any worse?

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Zayn finally reached the school grounds. His mind still carrying the pictures of the girl he had encountered on the alleyway. Her tall figure, her face with smudged mascara, fer lean shoulders, her slender waist and at last her unforgivable amount of gut. 

I'll be getting you soon, bit*hy

Zayn smirked to himself at his choice for her petname.

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A/N: First of all, thank you all to get me 200 reads for this story! Love you all for that!! xx

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