Looking For Trouble

I felt like a nasty slut because I reacted to his touch, I let him pleasure me, then kiss me once again, the way he did before the first time I met him. It wasn't a crime, of course, but my heart ached because I knew who he was.

The devil.

And what if I fell for him? There wouldn't be any help for me; I wasn't supposed to love anymore.
Taking a deep breath, I wiped off the tears and tried to calm down by looking around the empty school years. It was a really nice day but I had to wrap my jacket around my body a little bit tighter and hide my cold hands into the big pockets. The sun was shining on the bright sky, but it wasn't warm at all. The wind was cold and it messed my long hair every now and then.
I wanted to study math but the school bell rang and I groaned out of frustration, picking up my brown bag and walking towards the school.

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"Seriously Angela, if you don't tell me what's going on I'll have to make you." Erin was confused by me, not knowing what was actually happening.

I was quiet all the time; not like I wasn't before, but I talked a little to her, looking at the floor like it was interesting and not listening to anything. Erin only wanted the truth.

"N-Nothing's wrong, really," I stuttered as always, moving a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I thought we were friends..."

My warm heart ached because of the words Erin spoke in such a sad tone. After all, I was a good person, and I hated when someone was hurt because of me.

"I'll tell you after the school. But you can't tell anyone."

"I promise I won't!"

Erin hugged me tightly and I smiled with her, happy because I found a friend like Erin.

"Oh, I have Geography now, can't wait for the lunch. I'll see you later." Erin kissed my cheek like a goodbye and walked away.

Fuck my life. I had Chemistry, which meant I had to sit with Zayn.
My steps were slow, but there I was, standing in front of the door. With a heavy huff, I opened it and realized that no one was talking.
That only meant Zayn was there.
And he was, sitting in the back and looking angry as usually, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glowing with evilness. I didn't want to sit next to him, but I had no choice- every seat was occupied.
My heart banged against my chest, making it harder to for me to breathe. I had a strange feeling that it was going to be really awkward- and I didn't want to exchange a word with him.

Zayn's POV

Even if she did want to speak to me, I was confused, really confused. No one made me that lost before, it kind of felt like I really didn't know what to do, what should be good.

Did I want to be good?

No.

Never.

I was made on that way, on a bad way.

That was why I sat silent on the chair, listening to the teacher babble about something I didn't pay attention to.

Angela's POV

I was happy that he didn't say anything, so happy that I almost thanked him. I couldn't explain to myself that I was good because he wasn't. However, I didn't want to hate him, but whatever he did it made me feel scared, it made me feel sick. To him, I was only a target for fun, or I thought so.

"Barbara? She's just a decoration to my lunch table, baby."

I couldn't stop his words from echoing in my mind again and again, ringing the bells of warnings inside of me.

A girl. Human. Someone made of flesh and blood was a decoration to his lunch table.
That was how he cared about someone. So much that he called his girlfriend a decoration, like she was a vase with flowers or something, like she was an object to display.
It made me feel horrible.

Zayn's POV

On the other side, I wanted to kill. I felt the urge to take out the anger on someone as sweet and innocent as Angela was.
Actually, no one was sweet or innocent like Angela. She was like glass- easy to break, like a small snowflake that could melt in a second. She was defenseless and I felt like everyone could hurt her, have her.
And she was only mine.
A plan started to form inside my head, maybe a cruel one, but I started to think more and more about it.
There were three options.
The first one was to make her fall for me, then he could easily control her and she would be mine. But how could I make that work, when I wasn't used to... love? And how could I pretend when I didn't even know what love was?
The second one was really cruel, just like the third one.
To rape her. To just destroy her innocence in the cloud of alcohol and drugs, to take her and make her mine.
But that was disgusting, even for an evil person like me.
And the third one, the last one...was to kidnap her.
I could fight her physical weakness, if she ever tried to escape, and I could keep her with me for as long as I wanted. Even if she tried to go to the police, nothing would destroy me, because I made fear run in people, everyone knew who Zayn Malik was.
The biggest devil alive.
Maybe I was made in hell, in fire and evil. But I liked it like that- liked to know that I held the power over everyone, that I made everyone respect me and feel fear whenever my name was mentioned.
I loved that.
The bell rang and I stopped thinking about my evil plans, watching Angela walk away as fast as she could from the seat.
Before she got out, her eyes locked on me, not because she wanted, it just happened.
I saw how her blue eyes looked, as if she had cried.
My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, in an angry line and I walked forward. But just when I wanted to stop and ask her why she had cried, she escaped too fast. I couldn't find her in the sea of people, and she was running away.

Notes

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