Figure 8

24. Can't stand it.

~Mason Nicole's POV~

Me: Zayn I'm so sorry about what your dad did the other day. Are you alright?

Zayn: Yeah I'm alright, my rages get horrible when I'm high so the only way to stop me is to make me pass out.

Me: You were high?!

Zayn: I swear to god I didn't want to be. Anthony had cookies and I thought they were normal cookies. Prick didn't say it had weed in it.

Me: Oh okay..

Zayn: I saw my ex.

Me: Where?

Zayn: I was also at my old school with Danny and Anthony. I saw her when I was trying to find a bathroom.

Me: What'd she say?

Zayn: She basically wanted to hook up again. I told her I have a girlfriend who'd easily do what she could do and she's wasting my time.

Me: No you didn't. ;o

Zayn: Course I did. I told her about the way you pull my hair for dear life.

Me: Silly Zayn :*. That's all you.

Zayn: I don't go for your hair though.

Me: I know what you go for.

Zayn: Are we sexting cause I can totally jerk off right now if that's the case.

Me: Hahah no we're definitely not. But I'm going to sleep in your red flannel and some lace black panties and bra. So jerk off to that(;

Zayn: Will do babe.

Me: Gooodnighttt(:

Zayn: Nighhtt(;

***

"Morning mom" I sing song.

"Hi" She plays nice.

"I'm leaving for school now." I announce.

"Court date is after school so come home quick and get into something formal."

"Of course." I say as I walk out.

~Zayn's POV~

"Stop fucking with her!" I yell at the top on my lungs and the asshole freshman boys look at me.

The tallest one, still slightly shorter than me walks towards me. He tries to get tough with me.

"You mean Kailee?" He motions towards the girl. I recognize her from the day in gym when I got into a fight.

"Mind your business and leave her alone." I growl.

"What if I don't?" He raises an eyebrow teasingly.

"I'm going to fucking beat the shit out of you kid. Don't test me and take what I'm saying as is. You and your pubescent friends, need to leave her the f-" The kid punches me in the face and when he sees the look on my face he gets frightened.

I resist the urge to bash his head to the wall and instead I grab his forearms and tighten the pressure around them.

"Next time I see you or one of your stupid friends messing with her, or any other girl or guy, I'm snapping your necks." My voice stifles a bit. "What's your name?"

"Christopher." He mumbles, I think.

"Speak up kid." I shake him under my grip.

"Christian, it's Christian" He freaks out, I sigh and let go of him then look at his friends.