Looking For Trouble

My breath quickened as I entered my flat, looking down at my feet and trying to hide the shame.
"Hi Kathy," I greeted when I walked into the living room, but Kathy just sat there with her eyes focused on the TV. I knew she was angry at me and it made me feel horrible, I knew I'd disappointed her. After I gave my innocence to the devil, I skipped the classes more often, and I know now that Kathy found out when the principal called her in the school. I didn't want to make Zayn stop the principal because I knew he'd kill him. So I just threw my bag on the bed in my bedroom and sat there silently, waiting for Kathy to do something.
"Angela?" Her voice was calm but I could sense I was in trouble. Squeezing my eyes shut, I fluttered my eyelashes open and took a deep breath, exhaling it and walking to the living room.
"Sit."
I obeyed.
For a moment, I could only hear the movie as I bit onto my short nails out of nervousness, praying in myself to god to make Kathy have a little mercy.
"How many times?"
"Six classes," I spoke with embarrassment, my cheeks burning.
Kathy scoffed but didn't look at me, "Even today?"
"Yes."
"Did you skip any other classes?"
I shook my head and swallowed thickly, hating that I had to lie to my aunt. I skipped Biology, too.
"I can't believe you. I thought you'll be my pride but you disappointed me so, so much. If you were a boy I'd said it's okay because boys do that but a girl...a lady..." she looked shortly at me then moved her eyes back to the screen, "You disappointed me," she spat and shook her head.
I felt the tears I tried to hold back, begging my aunt to make an excuse to the principal but Kathy didn't want to lie to the principal. And I bursted out in tears, hating that I'd disappointed her. Hating that I wasn't someone who Kathy could boast with around.
"I'm sorry, I promise I'll never do that again."
"You're skipping classes, for god's sake! Well next time, use your head!" Kathy raised her voice but I just nodded, knowing that I deserved it.
"Go study. Don't even think about using internet. This is your punishment," Kathy hissed and I stood up, sobbing hysterically and leaving the living room.
The pillows in my bed swallowed the tears in its fabric and I barely found the strength to stop crying, letting the sleep overtake me because I couldn't listen to Kathy say I'd disappointed her.
In that moment, I wanted to die.

***
Trying to write the notes in my notebook, I felt Zayn's devilish eyes on me and I squirmed uncomfortably in the chair, not wanting to catch his angry gaze.
Clearing his throat, Zayn finally got my attention and I looked at him, my shy eyes flicking over him. He smirked at me then licked his upper lip, slowly and teasingly, again and again going faster and faster to remind me what he'd done to me last night. My eyes widened and my pale cheeks flushed bright red as I shook my head disapprovingly and looked away, my sex suddenly becoming warm and wet. A quiet chuckle echoed the silent classroom and it made me smile because I knew it was him. Nothing stopped him from teasing me all the time and it seems like he really love it.
"Christmas was only two days away and I couldn't wait to spend it with you, it'd be the first happy Christmas I'd spent after my mother walked out of my life. I'd been alone on every Christmas after that." he mumbled but I was too preoccupied by my notes.
"What?" I asked
"Nah! Nothing" then he gave me a reassuring smile and I gave a small smile in return while I look at him with confused expression.
I could sense the holiday spirit in the air, warm and welcoming, the best feeling ever. I decided to go shopping later for my aunt and friends, and for Zayn since Christmas was so close. I knew Kathy needed a cooking book, Erin said she liked a white sweater with baby blue snowflakes and Mike didn't say anything, but I decided to buy him something.
And for Zayn, I didn't know what to buy. I couldn't buy him something usual for Christmas since he was all dark and frightening, and he maybe won't like my present. Maybe he'd yell at me.
The bell rang and I shook my thoughts away, standing up and packing my things, looking up at Zayn who waited for me.
"Baby, did you saw that?"
"What?" I raised my eyebrows as we walked down the hall.
Zayn leaned in and brushed his lips against my ear, "My tongue on your pussy."
A gasp left my mouth and I looked at the floor with wide, shocked eyes, my cheeks flushing crimson red as Zayn laughed next to me, throwing his arm around my neck.
"Perv," I muttered and decided to not look at him, trying to be stubborn and angry.
"Aw, is my bunny mad at me?" he cooed and brushed his nose against my temple, I stare directly at the exit as the two of us walked out of school. I tried my best to ignore the feeling of his muscles against my body, getting in his car when he opened the door and fumbling with my fingers out of boredom.
"Where do you wanna go?"
"Mall."
"Fine," Zayn grumbled back and clenched his jaw, speeding up the car. I know that he is angry at me. And if I wanted to be mad then Zayn could be worse than me. I knew very well that he hated when I gave him an attitude, and it made his blood boil, skin burn. It made him furious because I thought I could do anything I could. Well, not with him anymore.
The rest of the ride was silent but not awkward because we didn't thought about our silly fight.
I thought about Christmas and I can't help myself to think what will Zayn bought for me? Assumming much? I wasn't a fan of dresses or shoes, or something like that for a present. I wanted something not so expensive or big, but it had to be given with heart.
Huffing exhaustively, Zayn turned the engine off and opened the door, getting out with me and walking towards the mall. I searched my bag to see if I had my wallet there, and I sighed in relief when I felt the small wallet under my fingertips in the end of my bag.
"You're not paying anything with your money," Zayn informed her, "I'll buy you everything."
I didn't want to start yet another fight with him, but my eyes rolled and luckily Zayn didn't catch that.
"Then it'll be like you bought it for my friends, not me."
"I don't care."
"Well I do," I hissed and walked faster to avoid him, the anger slowly raising inside of me, poisoning my blood with its acridity.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Zayn whispered angrily and grabbed my wrist, spinning me around and squinting his topaz eyes at me which were burning from fury.
"Away from you. Far away."
Trying to walk away, I took two big steps forward only to be tugged back against his marble chest, his minty breath tickling my cold skin and I froze in the spot as his long fingers dug into the flesh of my arms.
"Do you want me to take you over my knee right here, in front of everyone? To treat you like an angry child? Because you're acting like one, running away from me like you're six years old, not eighteen," his voice dangerously hissed into my hair and made the hair stand up on my neck, "Behave."
With that, Zayn grabbed my hand into his huge, rough one and walked around the mall. His anger was flaming but it slowly died down soon.
"Let's go there, I wanna buy Erin a sweater," I mumbled and walked forward with my hand resting limply in Zayn's just to show him that I was angry.
Zayn's eyebrows furrowed and he stretched the back of his neck as I looked around to find a white sweater with baby blue snowflakes. It'd look very good with a pair of dark jeans or leggings and maybe a leather jacket.
After I found Erin's size, I bought the sweater and two necklaces for my best friend. The lovely cashier wrapped it up in a beautiful shiny paper with a golden bow as a decoration. However, her face paled when she saw Zayn behind me and her hands started to shake as she tried to find the change for me.
"Here you go. M-Merry Christmas," the woman stuttered and I wished Merry Christmas, going out of the shop with Zayn's hand possessively grabbing mine.
"Next?"
"Um...there," I pointed at the book shop and we walked in, the smell of new books relaxing me immediately. I love that smell.
Searching carefully through the books, I tried to find the one Kathy had talked about and finally found it. The book was big and dark brown, looking like it was hundreds years old.
"That one? To who?"
"My aunt."
Zayn nodded and walked behind me like a lost puppy, feeling a little bit uncomfortable when he shopped around. Of course, he noticed the people were looking and running away when they saw him, and it made him smirk proudly. They knew who was the Devil. The boss. Asshole. I can't help myself to roll my eyes at him. Geez, bad mouth. I don't want curse okay.
"I just need to buy something for Mike..."
"Mike?" Zayn squinted his eyes at me and clenched his jaw as we walked around the mall. My heart started to beat faster and I looked down.
"Yes. Why?"
"You're not buying him anything."
"And why is that?"
"Because you're mine."
"Zayn, he's like a brother to me," I groaned out of frustration and threw my head back, not understanding Zayn at all.
He was quiet for a moment before he spoke, "Fine, fine."
"What are you going to buy for him?"
"I don't really know...what do you think?" I looked at him and he just shrugged his broad shoulders.
"Hmm...it's so hard to buy for a man. I know! A perfume!"
Zayn rolled his eyes annoyingly and I rolled mine too, hating to see him so bored. CAN SOMEONE JUST KILL HIM PLEASE!!! HE'S ANNOYING ME THAT MUCH!!
"Look, if you don't want to shop with me then don't. I'll do it by myself. It's clear that you're not interested," I spoke in a calm voice and Zayn gritted his teeth.

Notes

: Zayn is such a jelly guy :/ anyways this chapter is so short, jealous Zayn people. I’m planning to make a sequel for this story if you people just want to. Enough with the bunkums , bye!