Looking For Trouble

What if he really was a devil? What if I couldn't run away from him anymore, what if I was stuck in that place forever?
All I wanted were the answers to my questions, what was he? Was he really...the devil?
No, that wasn't possible, they didn't exist. Just because he was dangerous it had to mean he was the devil? It just wasn't possible.
I quietly and shyly walked to the table where Erin and Mike were sitting and eating their lunch. When Erin saw me, she waved at me and grinned happily like a child to a candy.
The canteen was really big and cold, with tall windows and of course, lots of tables. I could see different groups sitting there and eating- the nerds, Barbies, skaters, rockers...lots of them.
I sat down opposite Mike and next to Erin, and she could see how worried Mike was.
"So, how's going in your new school?" Erin smiled and took a sip of her cold Cola.
How is it? Terrible? Definitely.
"Good, really good," I managed to form a sentence without stuttering some words.
"You can't be good if you were sitting with Zayn Malik. I saw your face, it was pale," Mike whispered and bit onto his sandwich with cheese.
"What?! Zayn Malik?!" Erin whispered- yelled, widening her beautiful brown eyes at me; her face looking no more happy.
"Um...yeah..."
"Fuck", Erin cursed causing me jump lightly, "he's no good, Angela."
There was a huge mix in my mind, so many questions without their answers, but I just nodded and chewed on french fries with chili, not wanting to discuss anymore. I had, had enough drama and attention for one day, and discussing Zayn Malik would only make everything worse.
Wait.
His name was Zayn Malik.
It was such a beautiful name, and of course, it suited a person beautiful like he was.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Erin whispered- yelled again, looking somewhere behind me.
Wow, Erin cursed a lot.

However, I was just a curious girl and I followed her gaze, regretting it in a second.
Zayn Malik was sitting there with his three lads, and literally stared at me with his arms on the table, leaning forward to have a better look. I felt really scared and tried to look away, but then my eyes fell on the two girls around him. One of them was blonde, with beautiful wavy hair, and another one was brown haired with not too long or short, straight hair. The blonde one looked like she was his girlfriend because the brunette wasn't so close to him like the blonde was.
"The blonde one is Barbara, and the other one is Candice. Barbara is Harry's girlfriend," Mike explained when I finally managed to look away.
"He's still looking at you. All the time. This is not good," Erin huffed and looked worriedly at me.
"Well, i-if Barbara is his girlfriend, then there's n-no worry," I stuttered and took a sip of my Cola.
"That won't stop him. She's just another girl to fuck."
Then, I had enough. I could literally feel the sickness from all those words. I wasn't sick of Erin's cursing, I was sick of Zayn. He made me feel sick.
"You're pale again. Come with me," Mike stood up and offered me a hand which I gladly accepted.
I stood up with him and felt his arm around my waist to steady me, but then I heard a loud, slamming noise.
Zayn was standing, and the noise was the sound of his strong fists slamming down on the table.
"Fuck," Mike muttered and let go of me as Zayn walked fast towards them.
His jaw was clenched really hard and eyebrows furrowed eyes almost black from anger.
He took my wrist in his big hand and pulled me against him roughly, but my right palm pressed flat against his chest so I didn't slam against him.
The tears prickled my bright brown eyes from the roughness I received, and my voice was weak when I said his name like I was begging him to let me go.
"Zayn."

Zayn's POV

It was the first time I heard her talking, and oh- it was a melody. A small, quiet melody to my ears, and the way my name rolled off her perfect tongue made me want her even more.

"She's not okay, let her go," Mike spoke behind Angela, but I made no move, I just stared at her eyes, wanting to get lost in them.
"Zayn? Babe?"
Angela's eyes tore away from mine when she heard a voice behind me- Barbara. Her mesmerizing green eyes were worried and rosy pink lips trembling lightly- she was scared.
Finally, she moved away from me and wrapped her fingers around Mike's wrist wanting protection. My eyes flicked on that and I clenched my fist even harder.
"Let's go Angela," Erin spoke behind them and Angela walked away with her friends.
I could kill Mike right there, in the school, but Angela wasn't okay. She was very pale, and even when the closeness of Mike and her made me want to kill, I let them walk away.
I felt Barbara's small hand on my broad shoulder but I shook it off, walking away from her to the next class.
Nothing could make me calm down because the only thing I could see were her almond shaped teary eyes.
Then I knew the angel belonged to the devil.

Notes

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