BAD Girl | Zayn Malik [Translated]

3. Path Of Light

Zayn's POV

Is true that she said that she only helped me for fash, and she was a person... Not a very good influence... But I was sure it wasn't that way. I'been in many schools and high schools in the last few years. They always treated me bad, like a weirdo, they beated me and insulted me, and no one did anything about it, not even teachers. They didn't care if anyone know that at their institution was a boy suffering bullying.

Friends? I only have had one friend in my hole life, when we went to primary school. Liam, we still communicating, not much, but we do. Girlfriend? No, I never had one. And I know is pathetic that for a seventeen year old, but at least I had kissed someone. It was when I was sixteen, a girl lost a bet and she had to kiss me. Sad, but the truth.

At all the school and high school years never, ever, someone had defended me. And less a girl. The first time I walked in class and saw that it was only one place free I get nervous seeing that was by her side. She was beautiful, but she never would looked at me, like in this seventeen years no one had.

She hitted me the anger for sitting by her side and I started to stammer, that problem of insecurity showed up when I was eleven, when I started suffering bullying harder. Since then I'am too insecure, and people sees me like an innocent boy... Still virgin... What is usual with me... I never masturbated... But I always wanted to know how it feels to have sex with someone.

I parked the car at the garage and get down.

I entered home and founded my mom.

“Zayn, honey.” said my mom, and hugged me. “How was your first day?” she asked me worried, and touched the wound at my lip. “Son, no” she sighted, and I denied.

“Don't worry mom. I'm okay.” I said smiling and she hugged me stronger.

“I'm so sorry, son.” she said and I... her back.

“Mom, I'm good, really.” I said and she looked me.

“Really?” she said looking at me and searching any other scratch at my face.

I hope she doesn't lift my t-shirt.

“Yes.” I nodded, and she sigh.

“Had they disinfected you the wound?” she asked and I nodded.

“Well then, I'm glad that at list they do that.” she said, and I laugh. “ Zayn, I want you to tell me anything that happens, OK?” she said worried, and I nodded. She moved away and I was going to go to my room, but I remembered that I had to tell them that Avril came tomorrow.

“Oh, mom.” I called her, and she looked me.“A friend is going to come tomorrow after class, we have to do the cience final project.” I said and I couldn't contain my smile. My mother looked me with a huge smile and then I went to my room. I lay in the bed and colsed my eyes with a smile.

I had a heartbeat that my life was going to change, for good. At least.

I raised from the bed and did my math homework.

“Son, lunch is ready!” called my mom from downstairs.

“Coming!” I said and I raised. I walked down the stairs hiking and sat down to eat with my parents.

“Oh, son, will your friend stay to lunch?” asked my mother.

“Well... I don't know.” I said.

“Friend?” said my dad raising an eye brow. I flush.

“Yaser!” shouted my mother laughing.

“Oh, come on, he's growned up.” excused my father.

“Well, I'll do food for everyone, just in case.” said my mother and I nodded.

“Please, don't embarrass me in front of her.” I beg, and they laugh.

“Ok.” said my mother realizing a laugh.

“We'll possibly eat at my room while we do the project.” I said as I got a piece of chicken in the mouth.

“Be carefoul with what you do.” warned my dad, and I choked with chicken and I started coughing.

“Dad!” I said when I calmed down. I was more red than a tomato.

I ended eating and waited until my parents ended. I picked up my dish and took it to the kitchen.

“I'm gonna end my homework.” I said and getted back to my room.

When I ended and I started to prepare my bag for the next day, my dad entered my room.

“Hi dad, what's up?” I said turning my desk chair towards him.

“Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you.” he said and sat on my bed. “Son, I know that you have problems to... Get adapted.” he started talking, and I get serious. “And I'm glad that finally someone has the heart enough big to see that you are a good guy.” he said and I smiled. “Tell me, how is this girl?” he asked, and I flush.

“Well... She has brown hair, long and straight... Blue eyes... She is thin, normal height, two tattoos at her right hand...”

“Tattoos?” said my did kind of surprised, and i nodded with my head. “At which group she belongs?”

“What do you mean?” I said confused.

“Is she with the poplars, the normal's or the nerd one?” he asked and I surprised.

"Well... Another one.” I said, and he raised an eye brown. “Leave the interrogation alone. You'll see her tomorrow.” I said and pulled him out of the room.

“I just wanted to know.” he said, and I said goodbye with the hand while he closed the door.

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kisses, Marijo

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Original author: SandraDirectioner ©