Prompt;
Liam is in desperate need of a place to live, and Zayn is a friendly boy who's more than happy to rent out his apartment - it's a double house apartment, connected together.
I sighed looking out the window as my secretary delivered the news. "Tat, tat tat, you should know by now, Bianca I will kill you if you dare tell. You are to kill him, and then deliver back to me. If you fail, you will be the one dead. Is it understood?"
She sighed, "Okay. I-I will do it." she whispered, but something told me she was lying, so I turned around, and slapped her hard across the face.
"I said, is that understood, Bianca?"
She looked up at me, and nodded, "Yes, sir." she says, hate filling her voice.
Zayn Malik's Point of View
I set my things on my desk and walked around, setting things on the desk. The door soon opened and my students walked in. "Andrea?" I call to one of my students, she looked up at me her cheeks a red colour.
"Andrea, co—," I shut up as the door was slammed open. Bianca walked in, she was in skinny jeans that had rips in it, a cheetah printed crop top, a leather jacket on, and a black clutch with the letter ‘W, T, F’, in gold on it. On her wrist were two silver bracelet's, saying Fūck you, and three rings, a B, A, and D.
Her make-up looked to be silver, gold, brown, and black eye shadow, and she had red lipgloss on. I also noticed her hair was died in brown/blond colours. She looked at me, the eye shadow bringing more beauty to her black/brown eyes.
"Sorry 'm late, Mr. Malik, I was called to the office, I have detention now." Bianca says, in an almost seductive tone, pouting her already kissable lips — wait, what?! I thought I liked Liam, shīt, 'm goin' nuts.
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"It's Zyn." I say as she walked past me, sitting at her desk. "M'kay, class. I—," I again stopped speaking as I heard a bang.
People turned to see Bianca glaring at the boy in front of her. "I said, stop talking to me! I don't like you!" she hissed out, and I immediately knew what was wrong, before anything was even spoken.
"Whatever, whøre." Drake, the player of our school muttered. Next thing I knew the two were fighting — and harshly.
I walked forward, past all the students and tried to pull them apart, only to get hit where most boys don't want to be. I groaned in pain falling onto the floor. "Don't ever call me that!" Bianca screamed, as she punched Drake.
The door opened and Louis came in, when he saw what was happening he pulled Drake away, while I stood up and pulled Bianca away, she struggled so much, I actually had to straddle her, and pin her to the floor. "Mate, take Drake outside." I say running a hand through my hair as I held Bianca down with one hand.
Louis nodded and pulled the still inraged Drake out the door. "Mind telling me what that was about?" I ask Bianca, she stayed silent so I sighed, "Meet me after class, Miss Miles, for now, everyone back to work." I say, standing up and pulling Bianca up as well.
She huffed and sat back down, she pulled her phone out and began listening to music. Even though I rather her not be on her phone, I let it be, as I saw how she seemed to calm down.
Soon, the Bell rang, and everyone left — all but Bianca, who was still sketching, she closed her stuff as I shut the door, then looked up at me. She pulled out her ear buds, "Now, what do you want?"
"What was all that about?" I ask her, walking up to her desk, I turned the chair to sit in it, and looked at her. She stood up and walked up to me, before she straddled my lap. "What are—"
"—he called me a whõre, he also tried to get me in his pants. And, I may look like someone who has sēx a lot, but I don't. M'kay, so I told him to stop. He didn't. He pushed me, so I slammed my hand on the table, 'n' talk 'em off."
"Bianca, not all things are settled with violence." I say, in a almost chastising manner.
She scowled at me, getting off of me, and getting her stuff, "Course ya'd be on 'is side, no surprise there." she says harshly. "All y'all care about is bein' in people's pants."
She was by the door now, and I grabbed her wrist turning her over, next thing I knew, my and her lips were touching. And I loved it. Bianca pulled away before I could deepen the kiss, "There, now leave me alone, you got what you wa—" I cut her off like she had done three times to me today, and kissed her again, bringing her closer to me.
I pulled away and leaned my head against hers, "I look forward to seeing you in detention today." I say, glad it was my turn to watch the detention kids, she smirked before kissing me once more, I allowing her immediately.
I couldn't care less for my job in that moment, about the fact I should not do this, because there were lots of things that shouldn't necessarily happen, but do. This was one of them.
I didn't even care to wonder why it was I was so attracted to this girl 'sides the obvious things, I could not find out why.