KaydeeGrace
"Why me?" The raven-haired man croaks out, throat closing in as his heart constricts. "Why you?" The blonde snarls, watery eyes leering as he bares his teeth. "Because I've always hated you Malik, from the first day you set foot in this town." He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, fingers curling around the cold, hard metal as Zayn squeezes his coffee eyes closed. He knows what's coming, knows before he hears the sharp click, knows before he can sense a barrel pointing straight for his head. "It's time you learnt your place here Malik," he snarls. "You're not such a big man now are you?"
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