•Coming Soon• That Bradford Bad Boy

Free Period

I wasn't necessarily sure where to look for Zayn. I just kind of walk and keep walking.

I was still walking when I feel a hand clasp on my arm and pull me near the wall. I couldn't even see the doors anymore because of the angle of the wall that I was near. I look at the body connected to the hand that was on my arm. It was Zayn. And quite frankly, after hearing everything about the great Zayn Malik, I wasn't too sure I wanted him holding onto my arm.

"Hey. I didn't catch you after Bio." He says smirking at me. He let's go of my arm and I automatically retract it to my side and fold it over my chest along with the other arm.

"Yeah, I didn't see you waiting outside the class," I say coldly.

He whistles. "What's with this sudden attitude?" He asks me.

"I've always had an attitude. Remember? You said all Texas people have attitudes, right?" I say not at all losing my attitude.

His smirk drops and he frowns. "Ok what's up with you? You're acting weird...different."

"Why don't you tell me what's up with you?" I retort.

He frowns so much to where a crease forms in his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

I was done at this point. It probably wasn't right for me to go off on him but I really didn't care.

"I've talked to people. I know all about you and your 'activities'." I say, absolutely ready to set it off.

He stares at me for a second. I notice that his fists were balled at his sides so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

He says nothing though. He pulls his phone out and checks something then slips it back in his pocket.

He reaches over and grabs my wrist roughly and then drags me away from the wall and into the parking lot.

"Excuse me, I don't want to be dragged around by you." I say quite aggravated. His grip on my wrist only tightens, he continues dragging me until we stop in front of his car.

He unlocks the door and walks over to the driver side and gets in. I continue standing there.

He starts up the cat. I just keep on standing there.

He finally looks over at me. He shakes his head and rolls down the window. "Get the fuck in the damn car." He says.

I give him a look. "What the hell?" I say. Has he lost his mind? "How in the hell......was that supposed to make me want to get in the car?"

He smacks the steering wheel so hard it startles me. Like I legit jump back.

"Dammit just get in the fucking car. Shit, is it that hard?"

I don't even know what was going on at this point. I easily pull open the door and get in the car. I wasn't even sure why I got in the car or why I wasn't screaming at Zayn right now. I'm strong willed.

"Zayn, where the hell are we going? We have to go to class after lunch. I am not skipping class with you."

He rolls his eyes. "Ever heard of free period?"

"Yeah, but you can't just take it whenever you want genius."

He sighs as if he was trying to explain something to a little kid and was getting aggravated. "Yes. Lunch is always followed by a free period. That is how it works. Got it? Ok good, now shut up."

I lose it. "You know what..."

"Please just shut the fuck up damn!" Zayn shouts at me.

When he yelled it made me feel small. And much less superior. I hated it, but it terrified me so much to the point where I couldn't fight back.

"Who are you?" I ask quietly.

He sighs and runs his free hand through his raven hair. "I told you who I am."

"Then tell me again. Who are you?"

"I'll tell you what I'm not. In not what those people you're hanging out with say."

I raise an eyebrow. He smirks a menacing smirk. "Oh yeah, I know all about those little fags."

I frown. "Why are they fags?"

He laughs a heartless laugh. "So you barely know them yet you take their advice about who I am. That's just so cold."

"Sorry." I mumble but I'm not sure if I meant it or not.
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We pull into an empty abandoned parking lot and Zayn parks and turns off the car.

"What are we doing here?" I ask.

He looks over at me with a startled expression on his face.

I give a half-smile. "Did you forget I was here or something?" I ask with's small laugh.

He looks down. "Yeah, pretty much. Not really sure why I brought you in the first place." He mutters under his breath.

"Well that's nice." I say the slightest bit offended.

He raises his hand into the air to silence me. "Shh, I'm thinking." He says, his mouth forming a line.

He looks at me. "Get in the back seat and keep your head down. Don't get out the car. Stay in the car and stay quiet. I really don't care what happens, what you hear, or who else gets in the car. Understood?" He gives me no time to answer. "Good."

I take off my seatbelt and struggle to get my leg into the back seat. I could basically hear Zayn cringing. "Don't hurt my car. Please."

I finally decide that it would be easier to just basically dive into the backseat so that's what I do.

When I'm finally in the back of the car in the floor Zayn shakes his head. "Why? Why did you dive into...just stay down and quiet. I'll be back." He pulls something out of the glove compartment and gets out of the car. Then there was silence.