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1 week later

Harry Louis Liam Niall and Zayn. Liam wasn't really part of their group but the choir teacher put them together.
" Hi. " Heathersaid while trying to be cute. I laughed at her and walked away. Fucking prep. I went over to Perrie and sat with her. "Hey beautiful." The fact that we were already this close... "Hi Perrie."
"Oi!!! Makayla! Why you always with the Christian girl? Come back over here!" Zayn commented. I stared at him in disbelief. Of course. The hot one's always had to be the assholes. "Excuse me?" I replied rudely. Zayn hesitated to say anything. Then Harry stepped in. "Christian girl is a goody two shoed freak. Nobody likes her except that other weirdo she hangs with. Don't get yourself a bad reputation hanging with them." "It's ok makayla. It won't be the first time someone left me for them." Perrie gave me a faint sad looking smile. What the actual fuck. Asshole alert. I looked around to see if the teacher was looking. He wasn't even here. "Eyy curly! First of all shut the fuck up. Nobody cares. If your reputation is all you worry about then don't expect me to be polite. Second of all... zayn... love. Aren't you Muslim?" They kinda sat there in disbelief. Zayn slowly nodded his head. "Wow. Great personality you got there prick. Do you want me to pick on your religion?" Zayn chuckled and shook his head. "You ain't got nothin on my religion bitch." All the guys chuckled. Liam sat off to the side watching. Nobody really stood up to these guys. They didn't go pushing and shoving people around but it seemed when it came to Perrie they did. They were the funny boys in school. Not the bullies. But that's when I flipped. I couldn't take anymore when zayn smirked. I looked to Perrie and she had her face in her hands crying her eyes out waiting for me to turn my back and forget her. But no. I wasn't going anywhere. It doesn't work like that. I'm no bitch. I'm not going to turn on her now. (AN: I mean no harm to zayn or any Muslims here... I love you guys!:D) " You sure about that twat?" Zayn was taken back by my sudden out burst mixed with the fact he thought I had something. He nodded. Attempting to prepare himself for the worst but not enough for what I was about to say. "See zayn... in the state's everyone says Muslims are terrorists. Are you a terrorist zayn?" I started to get heated. His face went red and eyes went wide. Everyone in the room sat quiet. Even the boys sat wide eyed scared of the next words that were already rolling off my tounge like fire. Hitting zayn and crushing everything he ever knew about his religion. Breaking his heart that someone could be like this. Realizing that this must be how Perrie felt. "Are you going to bomb the school zayn? Kill everybody here? Or just Perrie' s spirit? Stop being a prick. Get a vagina. Those things take a pounding. Unlike balls. They're weak and sensitive like you." (AN:Seriously... don't hate me. I mean nothing about what I said. I love Zayn and Muslims.)
*zayn pov*
"-like you." Makayla finished. I could feel tears spring into my eyes. They started to fall like a fucking waterfall. Pussy. I'm a fucking pussy. I couldn't say anything back. Then I heard a noise. Everyone was clapping for her. Why? Why clap for something so hateful and discriminating? Heartbreaking, bone crushing words that were killing me on the inside, tearing me apart. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over to see Harry. His hand on my shoulder trying to give me comfort that could no longer be inside me. That's went it all came out. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak. I could barely move. So I took all that energy and I stood up and ran out. "Zayn! Wait!" Makayla called. No I can't...