You Can't Resist Me For Long...

~Marciline~

I was just frozen as his lips pressed again mine. I know my eyes probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I swear I was going to pull away but his tongue peeked out and traced the bottom of my lip. It was like something deep down inside of me was triggered cause I allowed him the entrance and began to kiss back. I could feel his smirk against my lips.

"Marcy..." A broken voice whispered. Now Zayn had triggered something in my hormonal brain for me to kiss back. This voice triggered my heart. Harshly, I pulled back and stumbled a bit into the table. Racheal was now slouching against Louis but Liam kept trying. I glanced up at the theif hesistantly. Blank. His face was blank with cold eyes.

"She's mine. Don't you forget it." He announced. Guys seemed to back off a bit as girls came towards me. The 'Kings' walked away, releasing my friends.

"Im gonna kill him..."Liam grumbled. He pulled me into a comforting hug and wiped away a tear. Racheal joined us rubbing my back soothingly.

"Im his month..." I whimpered as it began to sink in.. "Oh god.."

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I always hated gym. Not only because an overweighted ma always seemed to be the coach, but the running and dodgeballs. What sick person thinks of a game where you're practically going to war with maybe a better team throwing rubber balls.

This year, I began to hate it more since Zayn was in it. Just him though. Plus, I didn't have any close friends in here. This was one of the classes Rach changed.

"Okay!!!" The coach shouted, blowing into his whistle 'til his face turned red. "Now I know that you youngin's stuffed your faces over break without a care" I wanted to make a dramatic gasp as his eyes landed on mine. I was the slacker in this hour so he didn't take a liking to me. "So when you finish changing out, I want you to run a mile outside." Damnit. I remember loving this morning cause it actually was nice and sunny. "But," he continued to grab our attention. Most students were all ready heading to the locker rooms. "This is a co-ed buddy mile." He finished. Most of the athletics cheered cause they know with another athletic buddy, they'll finish first.

I groaned and shuffled to the crowded locker room. Girls were whisperinf about me. I could barely make out, 'Marciline.... Zayn... month... poor girl...' That when something occurred to me. Zayn was possesive over his mothly shag, it was quite obvious in the lunch room. So does that mean hes gonna immeadiately choose me for a partner although im very slow and a huge clutz?

After changing into black 'Nike' shorts and a plain white short sleeved, I looked at all my choices. I could quickly pick Edward from computers. Hes kinda funny and not bad. Or I coukd choose...

"Looking for me sweetheart?" Huskiness was dripping in his bradford accent. Warm hands pulled me closer to him by the waist. I began to wiggle in a horrible attempt to escape but what he said next paused me. "Now, now Marcy. Wouldn't want to get me too excited."

"Okay. You see your partner! This is your permenant partner for the year for things like this. Now lets go!" I felt the colour drain from my face. Permenant partners with Zayn Malik. God help me.

"I'll run first." He said before taking a stance of the line. The other partners stood beside one another on the side if the feild. The whistle blew and they were off. I got to admit, Zayn was pretty fast. Wait. Zayns fast... that means im not going to get a long break.. I knew I should've choose Edward!

After about two minutes, Zayn made it and quickly pecked my cheek. Bad Zayn. Bad. I stumbled a bit as I tried to balence myself for running. As soon as I did, I ran like the wind.

"Hey." A girl caught up to me. I glanced at her quickly and nodded. She was probably the only person who didn't talk about me in the locker room. "You're Marciline, right?" She asked breathlessly and we finished the first corner. I nodded again not wanting to waste my breath. "Cool." I gave her a puzzled look but she shrugged.

Its so close. The end. I can see Zayn waiting with a small welcoming smile. Hey, he has a nic- NO. You are not finishing the sentence Marciline. This is the same douche that broke your friend in a matter of weeks. Nothings nice about him. I slapped his hand than collapsed on the grass.

"Okay. We're goinf back inside to play dodgeball!" Coach Lyerla announced once every team was finished. Zayn was practically in my space bubble, glaring at every guy who looked at me. He woukd even glare it a girl woukd mouth 'sorry'. "Zayn Malik you're the first team captain and..." he roamed the small circle we made around him. "Tyler Dawson." Well at least I somewhat know Tyler. He's one of Liams closest team mates. Maybe just maybe if he picks first, I'll be on his team.

"Marciline Royals." Zayn picked as soon as Coach said 'Zayn pick first.' I had to mentally drag myself to him to prevent something escaping my mouth. Once every person was on a team, coach rolled the evil rubber balls into the center, than blew the whistle. 'Screw that,' I thought. This wall is quite comfy. "Marciline!" His accent shouted. I looked up bored only to be scared shitless as he caught the ball 5 centimeters away from my face. My face was five centimeters from being injured or bruised. Zayn gave me a quick wink before throwing the ball twice as hard to Tyler. Out.

"Zayns team wins!" Coach yelled cheerfully. He told us to go dress out cause we 'stink'.

"You gonna thank me?" I jumped as I walked out. Zayn was leaning against the bleachers with a smirk.

"Thankyou." I mumbled looking around.

"Aw come on sweetheart. You can do better." I looked at him thinking he was still at the bleachers but he was right in front of me. Again. I parted my lips to speak but he dived down into my neck and began to kiss it lightly.

"W-what are you doing?" He was going to say more but the bell rang. Saved by the bell!!!

Notes

:D loved the comments from last chapters. Thanks you :3 oh thanks for voting too. Sorry if I made any mistakes, my dad was rushing me -.-

:D hope its good