Isabel’s POV:

I sighed as I ran my tongue over the cut on my lip from last night; avoiding all the stares people was giving me.

“Pst.” I turned to my side to see Liam walking next to me, looking around nervously, “Are you okay?”

I took in a deep breath, spotting Harry at the end of the hallway avoiding looking at me, “Just peachy Liam. How are you?”

“I’m good.” I could see him sheepishly looking down at me, “You know if you’re having any problems our club is always opened up for you.” He smiled down at his hands.

“Liam!” A girl from their club yelled out, storming over to the two of us.

“Yes?” he looked over at her, seeming fidgety.

“I need you, lets go!” she grabbed him, pushing him away from me, making sure I saw her death glare.

Wow, nerd girls hating me too.

Pissed with how my life was at the moment, I yell out to Liam, “I think I’ll come by today!”

He turned to me, stumbling a little on his feet, a huge grin spreading on his face, “See you later!”

How cute.

“What was that for!” I could hear the girl grumble to him as they walk away.

So not cute for her.

Shaking my head at the receding people, I peeked down the hallway, noticing Harry had left. Please wait a bit more. I could feel the tears dying to spill over.

I turned sharply, flinging the classroom door open, getting a few stares, and stormed into class. The girls that wanted my help so badly were now against me in the blink of an eye. I could hear their whispers:

“She’s such a bitch.”

“Just using Harry, poor guy…”

Using him? I wanted to turn around so badly and scream, “That’s what you guys are doing right now!” but I avoided it, I need to follow through this plan and get it over with as quickly as possible.

I watched Marcel walk in at that moment, like a lion watching its prey. I smiled down at my desk, getting my face on. I thought of how I hurt Harry, and let the tears purposefully fall, walking over to Marcel’s desk. Luckily for me, everyone was in their cliques, not close to Marcel.

“Marcel?”

He peered up at me, his face sinking as he noticed the tears running down my face, “What’s wrong Isabel?”

He looked around as if making sure no one could hear us, “Th-they’re saying horrible l-lies, and I don’t k-know what to do ri-right now?”

“Do you…” I didn’t get to hear what he was going to say, Zayn walked up at that moment.

“Can I talk to you Isabel?”

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Zayn’s POV:

I loved how Marcel was trying desperately to keep me away from Isabel; desperate to keep her out of my game; but this was what I foresaw. I’m several moves ahead of you Marcel. Let’s see how you’ll react to this move?

I walked up to the two of them talking quietly in the class. I knew what Marcel was doing by pretending to be someone else last night; and I was going to take advantage of it.

“Can I talk to you Isabel?”

She turned slightly to me, I could see the tears she was trying to hide from me, “Um, can we do it later?” I knew I had taken her off guard. I smiled at Marcel as he watched me cautiously.

“It’s a bit important Iz…” I feigned worry.

“Isabel?” Marcel whispered, placing his hand gently on hers.

“Sure.” She looked away from both of us, as Marcel shot daggers at me.

Perfect! “Good. Let’s walk out here for a bit.”

“Alright.” She whispered following behind me. I peeked behind me, making sure Marcel’s reaction was exactly how I predicted it to be.

He stood up, watching us cautiously.

I laughed silently, “What’s funny?” Isabel peered up at me.

“Sorry, was just thinking of a bingo moment.” Bingo exactly!

Isabel was proving to be a better chess piece than I had originally expected.

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Harry’s POV:

Zayn’s words last night were bugging me, and to top it off I see Isabel first thing in the morning with that Liam kid.

“Oh my god. Is she going to use that poor nerd boy next?” a girl near me gasped out.

“She isn’t like that.” I snapped at her comment.

“I’m sorry Harry.” She muttered, dashing off. Typical girls and their damn rumors.

I sighed looking away from her, turning around; I made my way to the free computer room. “Harry? How can I help you?”

“I need to use the computer for some homework.”

“Oh, go ahead.” Just the mentioning of homework, will always get a teacher to allow you to do things.

I clicked the power button, waiting as the computer hummed to life. It took a while for the loading screen to disappear, and then I started searching the words that Zayn mentioned to me last night.

Luckily, I used to be close with Zayn in middle school so I knew his entire families names.

Search: Yasser Malik’s death

Click.

I gazed over the several different pages that came up to my search words. Clicking on a few here and there and finding nothing that was giving me concrete evidence. That was until I clicked on a heading that read:

Yasser Malik Killed in a Freak Accident

I scrolled down to read the small article. It was small and would probably push anyone away that wanted to research more into it, but it was enough to know Zayn was on to something that I didn’t know about.

Yasser Malik was the lead scientist under a private researching section held under Des styles the governor of Florida. After several months of searching for the correct evidence, we have found out Yasser was in charge of a cloning facility, specifically under orders of Des Styles. After asking Mr. Styles about the facility, his only comment was, “Yasser will be dearly missed.”

No one knows if Des himself commanded the death of scientist Malik, or Malik died himself by his own research, but the only thing released from the coroners’ office was he was killed by someone, or should we say by something?

I glanced to the corner of the room where the teacher was moving out of his area, getting ready for classes to start. I quickly clicked out of the website, sitting there silently. I chose to ignore the horrible sick rumors that had spread when my dad came into his position. I loved my dad, he was at one point a caring father, so I refused to believe what people were saying about him, even to the point that I got into fights about it in middle school; but now, I didn’t know what to believe anymore.

I shuffled around, digging my phone out of my pocket, scrolling down my contact list, landing on my dad’s name. I sat there internally debating if I should call him or not, when I heard Isabel’s voice in the hallway, “Zayn what did you need to talk to me about?”

I shot out of my chair, making my way to the door, no way in hell would I allow Zayn to pull her into his sick games, this game had to do with me and my family only, not her.

I peered out the door seeing them coming to a stop, Zayn was looking around behind Isabel as Isabel looked at him confused. Zayn’s hand gently fell onto her arm, tracing its way up to her shoulder.

Damn him!

I flung the door open, as I saw myself storming at him from a different angle. I stopped dead in my tracks, “What the hell…”

Zayn turned to me, a smile spreading on his face, as Isabel tried to avoid making eye contact with me, and while she turned away she spotted the look alike behind her, “Harry?”

“Um…” he looked uncomfortable.

“What’s going on here?” I demanded at the group.

The words I just read running through my head: Yasser was in charge of a cloning facility.

Notes

kinda like brooklynlovesmarcel69 and nialsnandos, I don't feel motivated to update with just update comments, so let me know what your thoughts are.

what do you think is going on with Zayn and Harry?

or

what do you think is Zayn's game plan?