•Coming Soon• That Bradford Bad Boy

Bark and Bite

(A/N) ok so I was supposed to have this chapter done by now but I didn't and I feel bad for it. But just saying, this chapter is dedicated to my best friend who's birthday was yesterday. I was supposed to update then for her but you know I didn't. Sorry. So I'll stop talking now...
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The very words had set me on edge. They kept ringing through my ears.

Malik. Get. Out. Here. It's strange how just the four words set me on edge.

He didn't have this class with me. He couldn't. Please tell me that he isn't in this class.

The door to the boy's locker room opens and honestly I was about to pass out.

Zayn comes out of the door and it was almost like the moments in movies when someone walks into a room and they have their own theme music. It was like angels singing but with a punk rock riff in the background.

He looked amazing in his P.E. clothes...mainly because he wasn't wearing them. Everyone else's clothes were ugly and baggy, while he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a black muscle shirt that displayed his toned, tattoo covered arms.

I have to push more than one indecent thought from my mind. Some of which included me calling him daddy... I mentally smack myself. Pull up, pull up, you're going too far.

"What's up?" He asks looking around at the sorry game of dodge ball that was happening.

Oliver doesn't even wait for Coach to answer him. "Sorry to interrupt your downtime, but our team is getting our butts kicked, so if you could get your sorry ass out here and play, we would really appreciate it." I think back to what Perrie had said about no one ever talking to Zayn that way and suddenly I wonder what was about to happen to Oliver for doing so.

But nothing happens.

Zayn just sighs. "Alright," He mumbles. He pulls up his shirt to his face and wipes away some sweat his forehead. When he does the lower part of his stomach was showing. I find myself staring. Damn daddy...

I mentally kick myself, or well I thought I did until I see people giving me insane looks.

Zayn drops his shirt back down and strides onto our side of the court. I swear once he steps foot onto the court everyone on the other team looks terrified. I didn't understand why. Zayn didn't seem like the dodge ball kind of guy.

Coach blows the whistle for the game to start again and Zayn just watches people throw the balls for a few seconds. Oliver hits another person on the other team and Zayn picks up a ball himself.

Everyone on the other team eyes' get big and they begin to cower. Harley's smirk drops and she glowers.

Zayn scans the other team and then grins. "You." He says. Everyone begins to scatter and he throws the ball. It hits one of the other team members in the face and he falls to the ground.

Oliver whistles. "That's what we needed." He says.

Someone on the other team puts on a brave front and grabs a ball. She aims the ball and then draws her arm back. She looked like she was completely sure about what she was doing but there was a noticeable shaking of her arm. I wonder for a second why she looked so nervous. Then I realize what she was doing, what she was about to do.

Zayn must have noticed as well because he raises an eyebrow. The girl throws the ball and it was on dead aim to hit Zayn in the head. Zayn just quickly sidesteps away from the ball. Then he reaches and grabs it just as it was about to fly past.

He takes no time at all to aim and throw the ball right back hitting the girl who threw it.

"Was that a good idea?" Zayn asks simply.