I hate PE class. Like... For real, it's something that I can't stand. It's not that I'm not good or anything, it's just... I don't like people staring at me. They are staring because my t-shirt is a big too tight – but I can't do anything about it, it's the only one I have – and because my legs are showing. I hate this.
I was ready for an other painful class, but changed my mind quite quickly. The teacher of an other group wasn't there and the group happened to be Zayn's. My teacher told us the group would be mixed for today and I just smiled like crazy. Before starting to run and jump on Zayn's back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands held my tights up around his waist. We were both laughing, the worst class of my day had just become the best one.
I stayed on his back until we were outside. It's only then that I went back on the ground, but I couldn't help but keep touching him. I wrapped my arm around his waist and stayed by his side.
"I don't feel like arguing with fifty kids, so I'm giving you a free period. Just make sure to stay no so far away." The teacher said, which made a few of us cheer. I turned to Zayn, to see what he wanted to do. He didn't even had to tell me, because I saw the way he was looking at the football ball. That was good for me. I like football. I'm not super good, but for him, I had no hard feeling on playing. It was better than hanging out by myself, or with those barbies sitting on the [estrades].
I was one of the only girls on the field. In fact, we were two. One in each team, that was an easy decision. After that, they made us call one player each. No need to say the name of the guy I picked first. It made a few laugh, but I couldn't give more of a fuck. Zayn then helped me to pick the best players and I think we ended up with a good team. And Derek – a guy that Zayn hates with all his soul and my cousin's 'boyfriend' – wasn't with us.
The game was going great and I found myself having real fun. Maybe it was because I could see Zayn smile like he never was when we were in school. His smile was so bright, he was laughing and playing so much fun that I couldn't help but feel some myself. And he was good. Fucking good. Playing forward, he was passing then getting the ball back. He even scored two times. People were actually kind to him, which wasn't something I had saw much since I was in Bradford. My heart warmed to this sight.
There was only a few minutes left to the class. I was starting to feel tired, my legs were burning. I don't know who the fuck thought I would do great as a mid-fielder, but he was fucking stupid. Derek started to stay by my side. At first, I thought he was doing that to provide my team from a pass option. But no. Because he started to talk to me.
"But, seriously... How much are you paid ?"
"Way too much for you to afford it." I said, with bitchness all over my voice.
"No, for that I have Eli, thanks God !" He laughed and I really wanted to punch him right in the face. "I meant... How can you deal with that freak ?"
And I understood what he was talking about. Zayn. I know lot of people think he is some kind of a weird. But Derek was just so mean with his comment, slapping him would just do him some good.
"He's not a freak."
"Oh yeah ? He went to the nuthouse, did you know that ?" Who does he think he is ? And who does he think I am ?
"Yeah. Doesn't mean he's a freak."
"Oh... I see. You're supporting him because you're just as fucking weird as him ?" Right then, the game had disappeared. It was only him and me, and that fucking punch I wanted to give him so badly. He probably knew I went there too. Elizabeth probably told him. I knew it shouldn't, but it pissed me off. The fact that pure strangers knew about the darkest times of my life. I clenched my fists without even realizing it.
"Do you want me to give you a direct access to the nuthouse ? With the punch I'm just about to give you, you're surely going to go."
He laughed and that just pissed me off even more. I took a step foreward and would have taken more if some arms hadn't wrapped themselves around my waist. Zayn. He kissed my cheek, before whispering in my ear.
"Let him go, Lex... He doesn't matter." I knew that he didn't matter. But I hated him so much in that very moment. He was just standing there, full on smiling, happy to talk shit about my boyfriend. I only wanted him down on the floor.
Yeah, I was kind of a bad ass, sometimes.
I did like I was calming myself down, just so Zayn would let go of me. And, as soon as he did, I rushed to Derek and my fist met his nose. It started to bleed within seconds. He cursed, but I barely heard it. I was already walking out the field. There was no way I was spending one more second next to this guy.
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I spent the rest of the day wondering when the principal would call my name in the interphone. I mean, there was no way I would get away from the punch I gave. Derek wouldn't let me. I humiliated him in front of fifty students, his pride took a huge punch too.
But it never happened. No one called my name. As I was walking him with Zayn, I was afraid they would just have called Trisha. It was stressing me out. She was so good to me, I didn't wanted to disappoint her. Zayn probably saw that something was wrong, because he just kept on holding my hand without saying a thing. And I was thanking him silently for that.
When we entered the house, Trisha was in the kitchen, already cooking dinner. She welcomed us with a warm smile and I knew in that moment that school hadn't called her. I let out a deep breath before sitting next to Zayn at the table. He gently kissed my cheek before getting his homework out of his bag. I laid my head on the table, which made him laugh. He [ébourrifer] my hair, I threw him a gentle punch, he laughed. Typical us. Then I took my homework out too and we both started to work. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Zayn's mom smile. I knew she was glad to see her soon finally happy.
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Dinner was over, it was my turn to do the dishes with Waliyha. We were talking while doing so – well, Waliyha was talking. But she had some interesting things to say, she wasn't turning into one of those no-brain cheerleader. Yeah, because she had been taken on the team. I was happy for her, even though it was no surprise.
Once the last plate was dry, Waliyha slapped my ass with a towel and it made me laugh. I tried to do so too, but she ran upstairs before I could do anything. So I just looked up to the sky and went in the living room, where Zayn was. He was sitting in the couch, with the TV on. But he was only staring at his phone, making it turn in his hands. I took place next to him, laying my legs on his tights. Something was bothering him, it was written all over his face. I gently brushed his cheek with my thumb, making him look at me.
"What's up with you ?" I asked him.
"I'm worried about Mark." He said and looked back down to his phone. "I hadn't seen him a while, he doesn't answer his phone. And he just seems so off these days, I'm worried."
Mark. I didn't really like the guy. Not that he did something wrong. I can't even say why I don't like him. He's just kind. Too kind, maybe. Like he was hiding something. Or maybe it was just that I was jealous. Jealous of my boyfriend's best friend.
"You should just give him some time. It happens to everyone to want to be alone for a while." I said. Oh my God, someone, please help me. I'm becoming one of those stupid chick who can't bear to have someone near their boyfriends.
"Yeah, you're probably right." He kissed my lips right after and my insides hurt with guilt. Please, someone, just slap me.
I'm becoming the girl I never wanted to be.
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