Blair

　　When we entered, I ignored the stares and whispers as we passed.


　　We walked to my locker and he stood there waiting for me to finish.

　　"Zayn. You need books for class." I told him and he rolled his eyes.

　　"Fuck that." He replied, adjusting his watch.


　　"Zayn I'm serious." I said, turning to face him.

　　He lifted his hand and pointed to the top of his head.


　　"All my knowledge is here." He stated.

　　"I'll just grab a book for you." I said, rolling my eyes at his behaviour.

　　He didn't respond. He just waited and when I was done, he took my hand and dragged me to class.

　　As we sat down, Jordan walked in.

　　His eyes scanned the classroom and when they landed on me, I gave him a smile.

　　But instead of smiling back, his face contorted into a disgusted look.

　　I was shocked.

　　Was he looking at somebody else?

　　Did I do something to him?

　　Do I have something on my face?

　　I kept trying to figure out what caused him to react that way.

　　But in the end, I couldn't figure it out.

　　He sat up front, noticeably away from where Zayn and I were sitting.

　　Zayn.

　　That's it!

　　He's afraid of Lucifer!

　　Ha! Suck on these balls Sherlock!

　　I looked over at Zayn, who was staring at Jordan coldly. Like he always did.

　　"Zayn." I called and he looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.

　　"Yes?" He answered.

　　"Can you take me home at lunch?" I asked and he nodded.

　　I was worried about Dale. He looked sicker than I've ever seen him before.

　　I need to pass by to make sure that he's okay.

　　And make sure that he doesn't burn the house down.

　　Zayn pulled my chair closer to him and placed his arm behind me.

　　I leaned my head on his shoulder and watched as Jordan spoke to himself angrily.

　　Then I looked up at Zayn and watched as he stared straight ahead, lost in thought.

　　His forever emotionless face and dark silver eyes were in place,

　　Showing me that whatever he's thinking about, is definitely not good.

　　Then his head turned in my direction and his cold eyes landed on me.

　　We stared at eachother for a while, then he looked down at my hand.

　　He took it in his and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

　　Then he looked at the ring. He examined it, then spoke.

　　"This ring represents protection by The Empire." He paused and looked back up at me.

　　"If anyone were to try and harm you, once they see this, they'll know what they're dealing with." He finished, then looked at the chain.

　　His fingers reached up and he grabbed the pendant, looking at before he spoke again.

　　"This represents protection by me. That's rare." He chuckled darkly, no trace of humor in it.

　　"How?" I questioned.

　　"I kill, Baby. Not save." He stated, leaning back in his seat and staring straight ahead.

　　"I'm not dead." I said, still looking up at him.

　　He looked back down at me. A tiny smile playing out on his lips.

　　"Yet." He added jokingly.

　　I laughed softly before realizing something.

　　Where the fuck is this teacher?

　　"Do something with me?" Zayn asked from next to me.

　　"What's that?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows.

　　He smirked and grabbed my hand, standing up and pulling me with him.

　　"Come on." He said, dragging me out of the classroom.

　　We walked down the hall and stopped at a supply closet.

　　He let go of my hand and walked in before I heard some shuffling.

　　A few moments later, he walked back out with a few buckets of red paint.

　　I raised my eyebrow, looking at him in confusion.

　　He popped them open and looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

　　"Zayn..."I trailed off in a warning tone.

　　He smirked and grabbed a bucket before slowly pouring the red paint on the floor.

　　He walked in a line, spreading it all over the floor before coming back and grabbing another bucket.

　　"Coming, Princess?" He asked, staring at me expectantly.

　　I grinned, grabbing a bucket and following suit.

　　We did that for God knows how long and when our masterpiece was done,

　　We hid in the same supply closet and watched through the glass of the door.

　　The bell rang and I giggled softly while Zayn looked down at me with a small smile.

　　Everyone rushed out of their classroom, immediately stepping and slipping on the wet paint.

　　Screams erupted and I laughed, watching as some students tried helping others,

　　Only to end up in the paint as well.

　　Zayn covered my mouth and I was still laughing uncontrollably.

　　He chuckled quietly while I laughed loudly, choking a few times.

　　My back pressed against his chest and his hand tightened over my mouth as the Principal came out.

　　"What's goi-" He was cut off by himself,

　　Falling into the paint. He was wearing a white shirt so the damage looked terrible.

　　"Ready for more?" Zayn whispered into my ear and through my shiver,

　　I nodded quickly.

　　I felt him smile against my skin and I was pulled further into the closet.

　　He looked up at the vent then climbed onto the table and ripped off the cover.

　　Looking back over at me, he reached for my hand and I gave it to him.

　　He pulled me up onto the table, then hopped back down and grabbed more paint.

　　When he came back up, he placed the buckets in the vent and turned to look at me.

　　He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around my waist before smirking slightly.

　　"If you get caught, I'm leaving." He stated before smashing his lips against mine.