Looking For Trouble

What could I do to make Zayn leave me alone? How would I even do that, just tell him to stay away?

The only thing that gave me some hope was the fact that he had a girlfriend. And she seemed like a really nice person, but I definitely couldn't understand how she could be with him. Barbara looked like a much better person than the devil she was with.
After I finished my homework, I ordered a cheese pizza with lots of olives just the way I loved to eat it.I was alone because aunt worked late, but the silence was comfortable, much better than the loud noises in my school.
I still had a soft, baby blue bathrobe wrapped around my wet body as I waited for the pizza, and I felt even more relaxed after I had taken a long shower, finishing off with a thick layer of honey and milk body lotion.
The doorbell rang and I let out a sigh of relief- I was really hungry after such a hard day in the school.
But when I opened the door, my eyes widened in horror and a loud gasp escaped from my lips as I tried to close the door, but without success.

"Don't make a sound Angel, you'll regret it," Zayn closed the door behind him and left the pizza on the counter next to the door, pressing his long, muscular body against mine.

I didn't know what to do- cry, scream, beg him to go away, and once again, I couldn't speak.
I let out a weak whimper when Zayn's hands pressed against my, bare thighs inching higher and higher under the robe.

Was he going to rape me?

"Oh Angela...you're all mine..." he groaned and pressed his crotch to mine together, and finally, I found my voice.

"Don't!" I screamed, and slapped him hard across the cheek. His head slammed to the other side at the sudden force.

When he looked at me again, his eyes were black, pure black they shined with anger; his jaw clenched and teeth gritting hardly against one another. I started to shake violently and I covered my small face with my hands in protection, expecting a hit from him.

But none of it came, instead of hitting me, Zayn picked me up and wrapped my long legs around his waist, holding me tightly and walking with me to the sofa.
I squealed when he threw me down on it, he is on top of me so I couldn't escape. He was too strong to fight with, and the only thing I could do was to cry there silently.
Zayn's hands were on my skin again, lips on my neck sucking more and more, and I just sobbed there not even trying to stop him.

"Shh...Angel, I won't rape you. Calm down," he spoke against my lips, causing me to shut up. My eyes wet and puffy from tears when I peered up at his beautiful brown ones, heart began beating faster at his gentle words.
His eyes reminded me of one of my favorites - chocolate. They were kind of a soft shade but still looked so special, so electric. So captivating.
He was gentle with me, he said he wouldn’t rape me.
With one last kiss on my wet cheek Zayn stood up. Looking at me for the last time.

Zayn's POV

I couldn't understand how I managed not to rape her right then and there, when she was so helpless.I walked away and left her apartment without any word spoken from me or her.

Angela's POV

My shaky hands wrapped the robe tighter around my body and I curled up in a ball, crying more and more.
How could someone normal do this? How could he ever touch me in the way no one ever had before?
I only knew one thing- he was the devil, and I would my best to stay away from him.

***
"Are you sure you're fine?" Erin looked at me worriedly; her always happy face was scared now.

"I-I am," I lied walking with Erin down the long hallway.

What was I supposed to say? That Zayn attacked me in my own apartment and marked me again? No one would believe me, they would just think I was one little, insane girl who lied a lot.
Mike waited for us next to his locker and we could see he was grinning happily.

"Tomorrow is a big party, you guys coming?"

"Of course we are, right Angela?"

"Sure! Can I also invite some friends of mine?'

"Uhm that'll be great, it's at eight o'clock, Colin's house. And don't be late," Mike flashed his beautiful smile and ran to his next class.

I really liked how Mike and Erin could make me feel better, carefree.

Erin was almost lost in her own world as we walked down the empty hall, then she remembered she had a class to go on. Without me.

"Oh shit, I have History now. See you at lunch, and we'll discuss about the party!" Erin squealed in pure excitement making me giggle lightly.
I didn't have the first class so I slowly walked down the hall to my locker, unlocking it and trying to find my books for the class.

"Hello, Angel." A voice spoke behind me, perfect tone and low because of the evil being he was.
I closed my eyes and pressed my body against the locker, not wanting to turn around and face the evil glint in the brown pools of his hypnotic eyes; not wanting to feel how close I was.
But oh- he was so close. So close that I could smell the cigarettes he smoked, his familiar cologne and the sweet smell of his golden skin which was covered with ink on some places.
I almost banged my head against the metal locker because I thought of how attractive he was, I wanted to touch his hair which was styled in a quiff.
'You stupid idiot, he's dangerous' I thought to myself when his rough hands pressed flat against the lockers, my body between them so I couldn't move.

"Go away," I managed to say, closing my eyes tighter, preferring to see darkness rather than his gleaming eyes.

"Why should I?" he whispered in my ear making a shiver run down my spine, his strong chest pressing against my back.

"Because you have a girlfriend," I said quietly, almost in a whisper, trying to find a way to escape.

"Barbara? She's just a decoration to my lunch table, baby," Zayn laughed in a deep tone, and it sounded really evil.

I thought about the poor girl, the things she was forced to do for him, maybe she was his sex slave or something like that, and maybe she didn't want that just like I didn't.
Suddenly, I felt furious and it was like the power grew in me, like I got so much strength I could explode.

Opening my eyes, I turned around and slapped him as hard as I could, his head turning to the side from pressure, the 'smack' sound echoing through the empty hall.
I expected him to hit me back, but it surprised me that he only started to laugh, louder and louder.

"I could beat the shit out of you right here and now, but what would I get by that? Only bruised and tearful face of yours," he smirked looking at my scared eyes which were huge from fear and shock.

"I never met someone as sick as you are," I spoke confidently, furious by his words. And I was being just honest; he was the sickest person alive.

Zayn only laughed more at me, loving the way I pissed him off. I was scared, he knew that, and he couldn't believe that I slapped him twice.

Zayn's POV

That was what I wanted to get out of her, I wanted to make her so scared she started doing things she never would. I liked how her body trembled from fear, eyes grew bigger from shock and breathing sped. She was so fucking scared, and I loved it.
I lowered my head, lips almost touching hers and eyes looking directly at her ocean blue eyes. She started to breathe faster and louder, I could hear it and feel how warm it was on my lips. I wanted her plump lips on mine, those soft killers to kiss me finally, and oh- she was so weak.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" I breathed, slowly moving my lips so they lightly touched hers.


Angela's POV

They felt like feather to me- so soft and gentle, so sweet that I wanted to lick them and taste the sugar I imagined they had.

"N-No..." I whispered, but it came out like Please-kiss-me-now-I-want-you.

"Mmm baby," Zayn groaned silently, moving his hands down to my hips, pressing his crotch against mine.

Zayn's POV

I pressed our crotches together, letting her feel how hard I was.
I circled my hips against hers, wanting to fuck her right there against the lockers, wanting to make her climax.

Angela's POV

I was thrilled, loving the unfamiliar fire inside of me which burned my insides with want. It felt good but wrong at the same time- that was Zayn, the devil.

Zayn's POV

"Oh yes..." I growled louder and pushed my bulge between her legs making her gasp in surprise and pleasure.

She wanted that.

Her body responded to me even when she didn't want it to, her fingers pressing against my biceps and right leg wrapping around my waist making me push harder just like she wanted.
"We're in the school Angel..." I chuckled stopping my actions but holding her long leg around my waist.

"Kiss me," she whispered.
Before she could say that she didn't mean to, I pressed my lips against hers, letting them move in a slow, passionate way.

Her lips were something different, something I never tasted before. I wanted to lick, bite and suck at the same time by how soft, full and sweet they were, but I knew that they were like a glass- so easy to destroy. So fragile.
My tongue found its way to hers, massaging it, tasting it. She didn't know how to fight.
Panting, we broke the kiss, looking at each other’s eyes.

Angela's POV

When the magic broke, I knew what I did, what kind of a mistake I made.
I wiped her mouth with the back of my hand, looking into his eyes like I was apologizing then ran down the hall, away from him.
My stupid heart was warm, and was beating way to fast because of one little kiss. And I hated it. I hated what Zayn, the devil could do to me.

Notes

Please people I am so literally very so sorry (sorry for the exaggeration) for not updating this story 2 days ago and I promise that I will do a double update today, please I am so sorry because I am so busy with my school stuffs so I don't have the time to update but here it is :D Hope you all like it xoxo I love you all and please don't forget to rate or subscribe <3