~ Natalia
We got to school 5 minutes late. I pouted.
"We're late," I said sadly. Zayn looked at me, and his expression softened. "Don't worry, cupcake. I'll just tell them there was a family matter." I gasped. "We - we're a family?" He looked at me as if I had just asked if 1 plus 1 really equalled 2.
Tears of joy and happiness ran down my face. I don't remember the last time I felt so appreciated. Zayn chuckled and lifted me into his arms. I never wanted this moment to end, yet I pulled back and stared straight into his eyes.
He looked at me, then my lips, and back to my eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. I-want-to-suck-your-faces-off-so-badly-that-we-should-just-do-it-now, can you please go get a room?" Ash asked. I blushed and looked away. "L-let's go to c-class now," I said shyly.
Dariel nods and motions for me to follow him. I flash him a big smile, which he returns.
We walked into our first class quietly. There were a lot of stares and murmurs. "Class, would you settle down," Ms. Thompson says harshly. She spots the boys and gives them a seductive smile.
Ash visible shivers while Zayn gags. Dariel is clutching his stomach while Mason is the only one not acting like a fool. He just turns his head and walks to his desk. Then, Ms. Thompson spots me. She gives me the stink eye. "You're late," she snarls. I flinch, causing her to cackle.
Dear God, please help her. Amen
And why is she only calling me out on this?
"Go sit down, slut," she growls. Tears slide down my face as I remember my dad calling me that name. Mason snarls at her... Mason, which causes her to go bright red and back to teaching. I put my head down on my desk and sob silently.
**THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE... PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE DOING SO**
Maybe I wasn't meant for this world. Maybe I should just die, and then my father would be able to plant my funeral like he always wanted. Maybe then his life would be better.
**SCENE FINISHED**
Zayn looks at me and mouths "are you ok?"
I shake my head and look back at Ms. Thompson who still looks angry at me. "Come here, cupcake," he says, softly but sternly. I don't question him as I walk up to his desk, feeling many pairs of eyes on me.
Zayn pulls out his chair while the teacher is still oblivious to the whole scene. He picks me up and places me on his lap. I sigh, knowing I can't get out of this. So, I do what I normally do. I hook my arms and legs around him and place my head in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He wraps his arms around me possessively, giving that "fuck off, she's mine," vibe.
"Mr. Z, may I ask you to put Ms. N. back in her spot?" Ms. Thompson asks with a polite smile. "No, you may not," Zayn replies angrily.
I chuckle into his neck, causing him to stiffen. "Babygirl, I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says huskily in my ear. I don't know where my boost of confidence was coming from, so I started to kiss his neck. I heard him moan quietly.
I peered up and saw Dariel, Ash, Mason and a couple of other guys in the class watching me with some expression I didn't recognize. Why are they looking at me like that? It's so weird. And why are their eyes so dark?
I continue to press light kisses on his neck. He tightens his hold on my waist, making me squeal.
"You're playing a dangerous game, cupcake," he says, his voice strained. I wiggle around, feeling that same bump in his pants from this morning. "Zayn, there's something in your pants again," I say into his ear. He holds me still on his lap, and whatever is in his pants is lined up between my butt cheeks. I gasp loudly, causing everyone to look at me. Blushing, I duck my head.
The bell finally rings and I jump out of Zayn's lap, causing him to laugh loudly. I quickly head back to my desk and gather up my things. I see Zayn approaching me, but I did a Naruto run and left the room.
I rushed to my locker, and luckily, no one was there. Someone tapped my shoulder, and I stiffened.
Please don't be Zayn, please don't be Zayn...
I turned around, and surprisingly, I saw a rather cute guy standing there.
"Hi! I'm Zach!," he said cheerfully. I flashed him my bright smile and said hello. He opened his mouth to say something else when he was pinned against the locker.
I yelped as I heard the loud impact. "Who the fuck are you?" Zayn growled. "Oh, hello!" he said cheerfully. "I'm Zach!"
I chuckled at how cheerful he was. "Move," Zayn snarled. "Sorry. I didn't know I was in your way." Zach took my hand and started walking the other way when he was pinned yet again to my locker. "Don't touch her," Zayn growled.
"But I was going to show her to the music room," Zach said, utterly confused. My eyes widened and I started jumping up and down. "We have a music room?!" I yelled. Zach chuckled and told me that we could play instruments and sing. He asked me if I wanted to check it out, and I told him yes.
"Lead the way," Zayn said angrily. Zach smiled and walked towards the music room. Right as I was about to follow him, I was lifted off of the ground and into Zayn's arms.
"Cupcake, you can't be friends with him." "Why not?" I ask, pouting. "He was really nice to me." Zayn sighs and rubs my back, causing me to snuggle into him. "Just, trust me, beautiful. There's just something about him that I don't like," Zayn replied.