Torrie's POV
"Mom!" I yelled. I finished applying my eyeliner and moved on to my hair, staring at myself in the mirror.
"What is it, sweetie?" She asked, her head poking into the bathroom.
I stopped fixing my hair and turned towards her. My mom has long blonde hair like me and the slender body like mine. I envied her because of her blue eyes. I wanted them so badly, but no, I had to get my dad's gray eyes.
"When are we going to move away from this dump?" I asked.
The house we lived in was fine, but the neighborhood was just so...ghetto. There were gangs, punks, and here I was in the midst of it all. The preppy rich girl who everybody adores and stares at all day.
My mom sighed. "Torr, didn't we go over this already? We can't move. Your dad has a job out here."
"Yes, but this school is filled with dirty freaks who only want sex. Do you want your daughter to go through with that everyday?" I countered.
The doorbell rang from downstairs. My mom rolled her eyes and gave me the "give me a minute" finger. She walked out of sight and went downstairs. I sighed and followed her out.
"Mom, answer me!" I whined.
My mom gave me an annoyed look which she almost never does. "I'll answer you after I answer the door. Now go get some clothes on. You can't be walking around with just a bra and underwear."
I looked down at my lace black bra and my white boy shorts. She was just going to have to deal with it. I followed her to the door. She opened it to reveal a dark haired family who I've never seen before.
"Hi. My name is Tricia Malik. We just moved in next door. This is my son, Zayn, and he'll be going to the high school out here." The lady said.
"Nice to meet you, Tricia." My mom put her hand out to shake.
I stared at Zayn. His dark ruffled hair, his amazing eyes, but he looked...dangerous. Almost like he's a killer or something. I shook that thought out of my head, then ran back upstairs. I needed to get dressed for school and not worry about a good for nothing guy. I slipped on my white skirt along with my black embroidered cotton top. I looked in my full length mirror and fell in love with my outfit as soon as I saw it.
"You look amazing." A deep accent came from behind me. It wasn't that familiar. I turned on my heel and saw that guy from downstairs. Zayn is his name, I think. "An amazing body, a perfect face."
I just stared at him as he circled around my body. He's a pervert, a really big one too. He pinched my bum, which made me jump a little.
"You're my ride to school. Our moms decided it. You'll be my ride until I get a new car." He came closer to me and whispered in my ear. "I plan to never get a car, just so I can be close to you every morning and afternoon."
I think I should tell him about Cody.
"Z-zayn." I stuttered. Wait, I never stuttered. What's so different about now?
"What? Say it!" Zayn demanded. He hovered over me, putting his hands on my waist. Everything flew out of my mind and I could no longer remember what I had to tell him. "Come on. Tell me what it is you had to tell me."
"I for-forgot." I stammered. He laughed, really loud. It was an evil laugh. My legs went weak and I could no longer take it. "Zayn, I think it's best that we get to school right now."
Zayn's POV
I loved seeing her weak like I had her earlier. The joys that brought me. She brought me joy. Zayn, get out of it. You can't fall for her. Your job won't allow you to, I thought. I just want to have some fun.
"We're here." Her voice sang out. I smiled a little.
"Time for me to wreak hell here. I am a senior." I said, getting out of her shiny, red Kia Soul. I made my way to the school in only five strides, leaving her. I don't need her to show me around. Being independent and rocking on my own is what I'm best at.
I turned my head to see what she was doing. I only saw some goof with his arms around her and they seemed to be kissing. Wait, kissing. She never said anything about a boyfriend. Why would I care? I don't commit and I don't like her. I continued walking, looking around at this dump of a school. The signs were coming down and it was full of punks. The paint jobs seemed to not be done so well.
My eyes scanned the area. Punks bullying nerds. Guys forcing girls to kiss them. This is exactly why my mom wanted to move me away from Bradford to America. She wanted me to get away from that gang life, or as I like to call it fun life. As I opened the door into the school, my shoulder is grabbed. I turned around and my hand connected with soft flesh. My eyes looked down at a girl with green eyes and purple hair. She was holding her face exactly where I had slapped her.
"What do you want, slut?" I asked. She whimpered, but kept her cool.
"Harry wants to see you." She said, pointing to a guy with curly brown hair and green eyes, who happened to be looking over at us. He looked angry, like he could kill somebody right now. Probably is me.
"Alright." I said. She walked over there and put her arms around him. He kissed her cheek and motioned for me to come over. I walked over there, moving at a slow pace, as they were talking about something.
"You have the nerve to call my girlfriend a slut, newbie? Well, I have something for you." He yelled.
I snickered to myself. "What is that?" This guy looked like he was in a gang but not the leader. The fear in his eyes told me that was because he was scared.
A fist connected to my face and I immediately reacted with a harder punch. His skinwas soft and clammy. He fell to the ground and just looked up at me. His eyes in disbelief in what I just did. All of a sudden, a group of guys came running up towards the guy on the floor. I think his name is Harry. I don't know.
"What fucking happened?" One of them said. I think it was the one with the brown hair and light blue eyes. I really don't know. They all are weak as hell and won't do shit.
"That guy right there." He pointed at me. I smirked to myself. "He slapped her and called her a slut. I punched him and he punched me back. I'm so sorry, Liam. I didn't mean to. I really didn't."
One of the buffer guys turned my way and looked me straight in the eye. He had a sleeve of senseless tattoos. The look on his face told me he wasn't as tough as what he put out. He got close to my face.
"Please don't mess with any of us. Don't even come near us, newbie." The guy said, spit coming out of his mouth. It got on my face and I rubbed it off.
"Whatever. I do what the fuck I want to do." I said, walking off. Who did they think they were? They seriously don't know who I am. They don't know what I work for or who I work for.
As the day went on, I found out I had a couple of classes with those gang members. They kept glaring at me, trying to make me uncomfortable. They failed big time. I was thinking the whole entire day about what I was going to do to these wannabe tough freaks. Nobody is as tough as me. I felt my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and I had received a text from a number unknown.
From: XXX-XXXX
To: Zayn
Meet me by the tennis courts directly after school
I guess Barbie was just going to have to wait for me after school. I texted back that I'll meet them there and to make sure they were alone. I laughed to myself. This was really funny how people think I'm so scared of them. This worthless piece of shit school that I'm at is full of wannabes and none of the real shit. I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked around for those eyes that decided to land on me and just stare. I finally found them and it's that guy that was in my face earlier. I might not know his name, but all I know is that his tough act ain't working.