Halfway Across The World (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirteen

Friday.

The holy day of Islam. A day of repenting sins and gratitude. Unfortunately, I was in school. We usually have school on Saturday, but thank God, we get a day off due to the broken generator. Which leads to Yaser having to pick me up from school early today.

"Mariam, come with us," my friend called.

"Forget it. We're going to be seeing each other tonight anyways, so I'll be fine." I called back to her.

She waved and climbed onto her family's motorcycle.

I had to wait awhile for Yaser outside my all girls' school. Of course, near the school, there were the horny teenagers just waiting for school to be out so they could mess with us. And of course, there was not a damn thing us girls could do about it.

Not to my surprise, a tanned Bollywood hero wannabe came slyly over towards me.

"Hey baby, want a ride home with me?" he offered.

I chose to look the other way.

He came closer resulting me in smelling the odor of his breath. The stench of a cigarette.

"What's wrong?" he smirked.

I stood silently, annoyed by this guy.

He grabbed my chin, spinning it back to face him.

I slapped his hands. "Don't touch me."

"You think you can slap me and expect me not to do anything?" he chuckled. "Funny."

"Don't try anything, understand? Shut up and stop playing nonsense." I threatened.

"And you'll do what?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

I was defeated. I never had the upper hand.

He put his arms around my shoulder. I pushed him off which resulted in him gripping even harder.

"Don't play with me, okay? You don't know what I'm capable of." he spat.

"Hey!" another voice called.

The man turned around quickly in response to the voice. "Don't mess with the girl. Just leave her be." the voice subtly pleaded.

"Why? You want her all to yourself, huh?" the man said, holding me close to his lean figure.

"Just go," the other man came close to us, giving the rude guy money to let go of me.

The man holding me looked at the large amount of money being offered, and let me go. "This is the last time I listen to you." he said, snatching the money from the guy.

I rubbed the red skin from where I was held.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looked into my eyes.

I didn't know what this other guy wanted, so I chose to ignore his kind gesture.

"I do not want anything from you, if that is what you are thinking." he said, reading my
mind like a chalkboard.

"Look, I don't care what you want, I can't get it to you." I said, bluntly.

"That is the thing, I do not want anything. I just wanted to help." he offered a smile.

"You didn't have to pay that guy. I could've handled it."

"Yes, I saw that. It looked like he was close to taking you for ransom." he chuckled.