school boys

Makayla P.O.V.



"Zayn? Come on zayn. I watched you come around the corner!" I said. I stayed quiet for 2 minutes when I heard a sniffle come from an empty teacher room. I slowly walked in to see zayn balled up in the corner crying his eyes out. I ran over to him. I got on my knees and grabbed his face.

"Zayn? Are you ok? Zayn... I didn't mean to hurt you like that. Please zayn. Look at me."
He slowly looked up. His face was red. Eyes bloodshot. The skin around his eyes were puffy. I was heart broken. Automatically after saying that he grabbed me and held me close to his body. He began crying once more. "Zayn. Shhhh. I'm right here. Look love. I didn't mean to upset you at all. Sweetheart. Look at me." He looked up and gave a small chuckle.
"I'm not your sweetheart. Understood?" He said with a smile. I giggled.
"Yes of course I know. Your a 'BRADFORD BAD BOY YO!' Am I right?" He laughed. He looked at me with sad eyes.

"Did you know people used to pick on me? They would scream 'Don't let the Muslim touch you. You might get rabies.' I never really had friends when I was young. Nobody to play with at recess. Nobody to hang out with. I was a loner. I don't know why I call her Christian and make fun of her and Eleanor. It just... I dunno." He looked down at his hands. I smiled.

"Maybe because they teased you it made a hole in your heart. And now you trying to fill that void in your life... that pain that someone gave to you and your trying to give it away to someone else. When you need to actually get out of the past. Zayn... we all know you don't get rabies from Muslims. And babe... I meant none of that in there. Yes people do think Muslims are terrorists... but you are one fine Muslim.(A.N. am I right?? Yeah zayn is SEX-AY!) But you should forget the past and only keep the lessons learnt."
(A.N.Yes.it's learnt.not learned.) Zayn smiled at me.

"You have know idea how much that meant to me makayla. I never knew someone could be so... so... someone like you... beautiful in the inside and out. Kind hearted and even though what you did in there... those words... even though you said those things, you could tell that you meant no harm. That you didn't really mean to hurt me. You were just standing up for someone who needed a hero." He looked me in the eyes. "Maybe your my wonder woman." I smiled.
I sat next to him on the wall. I started to fiddle with my fingers.
"I was the same way zayn. In junior high... I was this chubby girl with curlyish hair that barely knew how to do her make up. I didn't have a hair straightener so my hair was an unruly mess. And one day..." tears came to my eyes remembering the past.
" ... this kid. I didn't even really know him. He came up to me a called me a beached whale. And every time I walked past him and his friends, they would make whale noises. Shattered my world. Broke my confidence about everything and anything. I couldn't ever be comfortable in any piece of clothing... even to this day. When I walk past people in the halls," I drew in a shaky breath.

"I always think someone is looking at me. Judging my every move. What I wear. My hair. My makeup. Everything. And it hurts. No matter what I do, I don't think I can ever not be self-conscious about myself. And it's painful to think that. It's not easy to overcome.(A.N. that is my actual bully situation. But now I'm in high school and I go to a different school... anyway, continue on.) But instead of taking out on others you know what I do?"
He looked at me with sorrowful eyes.
"What love?" He said. Barely audible. Trying to understand why someone could be that way.
I laughed.
"I write songs. That's the best part about this school. It's choir is different. You write what you feel and perform that. In other schools they give you songs. Song writing is the only way I can express my feelings properly. I also dance." He looked at me.
"You can dance?"
I burst out laughing.
"Do you see the color of my skin zayn? Yeah. I'm white. I can't dance. Black people can pop it, lock it, AND drop it. Hispanics can hip roll and belly dance. Asian, Chinese, and Japanese... I dunno what they can do, but they're really cool. But whites, love, we can't do ANY of that. We can try to dance but end up usually looking like drunk cows!"
We burst out laughing. I looked up at zayn after we fell in to a comfortable silence. He was absolutely gorgeous. He looked over at me after seeing me stare at him.
"I'm sorry zayn. I never meant to become the monster I've been hiding from."
His hand came up to the side of my cheek. His thumb slowly stroking my skin.
He started to lean in when the choir teacher came in. "Why aren't you two in class?" We sat there kind of dumbstruck.
Zayn finally replied "I needed to talk to someone about something personally that's been getting to me and I asked makayla. It was sorta important." The choir teacher smiled slightly because zayn had that tough exterior. The teacher finally saw a tiny bit of Zayn' s soft side.
"Alright, well let's get to class. Hurry along."

Notes

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