Trouble, Frustration And Other Unworldly Things (Zayn Malik)

Trouble, Frustration And Other Unworldly Things (Zayn Malik)

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I continue shooting until I stop and admire my work. I stand with my weight on one leg and the other just hangs there loosely. "Y'know, they say good girls fall for bad guys." Zayn says, appearing at my side with a smirk. I give him an "oh, really?" look and smirk when I say, "So, I've heard. But the thing is...I'm not what you call a "good" girl." He leans closer to me when he whispers, "Prove it." Bryar Collins is not what you'd call a goody-two shoes girl or the bad girl. She's average with plain good grades, normal life, hell even getting into trouble from time to time. Now moving to Georgia, she has to start her life all over again. But this life might take a little too many bumps on the road. From bitches to bad boys and trouble. Huge trouble. With the bad boy, Zayn. Causing her life to go slightly down hill with all the trouble, frustration and unworldly things coming at her. What 'trouble' does she run into? Is there anyone out there for her? Waiting? Helping? Dragging? Maybe even....love? There are some things that mean to happen for a reason. What's hers? Bryar is going to have the most bumpiest ride of her life.

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I continue shooting until I stop and admire my work. I stand with my weight on one leg and the other just hangs there loosely. "Y'know, they say good girls fall for bad guys." Zayn says, appearing at my side with a smirk.

I give him an "oh, really?" look and smirk when I say, "So, I've heard. But the thing is...I'm not what you call a "good" girl."

He leans closer to me when he whispers, "Prove it."


Bryar Collins is not what you'd call a goody-two shoes girl or the bad girl. She's average with plain good grades, normal life, hell even getting into trouble from time to time.

Now moving to Georgia, she has to start her life all over again. But this life might take a little too many bumps on the road. From bitches to bad boys and trouble. Huge trouble. With the bad boy, Zayn. Causing her life to go slightly down hill with all the trouble, frustration and unworldly things coming at her.

What 'trouble' does she run into? Is there anyone out there for her? Waiting? Helping? Dragging? Maybe even....love? There are some things that mean to happen for a reason. What's hers?

Bryar is going to have the most bumpiest ride of her life.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter One

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I continue shooting until I stop and admire my work. I stand with my weight on one leg and the other just hangs there loosely. "Y'know, they say good girls fall for bad guys." Zayn says, appearing at my side with a smirk. I give him an "oh, really?" look and smirk when I say, "So, I've heard. But the thing is...I'm not what you call a "good" girl." He leans closer to me when he whispers, "Prove it." Bryar Collins is not what you'd call a goody-two shoes girl or the bad girl. She's average with plain good grades, normal life, hell even getting into trouble from time to time. Now moving to Georgia, she has to start her life all over again. But this life might take a little too many bumps on the road. From bitches to bad boys and trouble. Huge trouble. With the bad boy, Zayn. Causing her life to go slightly down hill with all the trouble, frustration and unworldly things coming at her. What 'trouble' does she run into? Is there anyone out there for her? Waiting? Helping? Dragging? Maybe even....love? There are some things that mean to happen for a reason. What's hers? Bryar is going to have the most bumpiest ride of her life.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 21, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Chapter One

I stare at the sun setting up with arms crossing my chest. I exhale, hating the idea of moving away from California - my home - to some place I don't even know of! Georgia, I think. I walk away from the beautiful wallpaper that beats a flawless sun on my light olive toned skin. I kick some gravel rocks as I walk inside my old house that looks so....off without our stuff storing its places.

I dig my hands into the back of my pockets as I walk around, looking at the emptiness. I walk around where ever I can with distraught. I hear the door open with footsteps and I turn when dad says, "Bryar, we gotta go."

I breathe out as I stare outside through the glass door and dad walks over to me, placing a comforting arm around my shoulders when he says, "C'mon, we have to be there before the morning so you can get to school."

School. Something I surprisingly will miss. I didn't really have any friends....at all. Just a weird loner that roams inside the school's grounds. I look over at Dad - who is 6 feet, brown-ish black hair, plain light blue t-shirt with some jeans - and nod slowly, walking out the door with him as he walks me into his golden Toyota van.

I slouch in my seat as Mum - Anita - walks over into the shotgun. She's 5'6, brown sugar hair that fall to her shoulders, her eyes are a beautiful teal hazel color with light brown that boarders a puri-pupillary ring around those teal hazel eyes and fair skin. She wears a white shirt with little ruffles on the front and navy boot cut jeans that almost faded its color. Me and Anita aren't the best in a mother-daughter relationship and I intend to keep it that way, so I mentally and other times call her Anita instead of Mum.

I pat down my "YOLO" crop top with colors of grey and black. I play with the strands of my ripped shorts as the wind blows up my brown sugar hair with summer blond near the tips, height of 5'9. Popping in my headphones, I close my eyes, shielding my dark royal blue ring filled in with brilliant blue then around the pupil is brown. I open my eyes and observe some of the tattoos on my arm.

I have a total of 12 on my wrist which are the zodiac signs with its original zodiac color. I run my hand over it but drop it, astonished when the car door closes, reeling me away from daydreams. I lean over to one side so I'm laying down while Dad starts the car and drives off.

After driving for approximately for five days, we make it there. We're moving because Anita's job gave her a promotion, basically making us move for her to work.

Getting out the car at five in the morning, my jaw drops dead to the floor when I spot the house. Beautifully cut lawn; black fence placed up, stopping near the end of the grass where it leads to another concrete driveway that follows inside to the garage; some contrasting grey, black and white rocks on some parts of the house. Everything so flawless and what makes it slightly less different from others, is that another house exactly alike is on the left side of ours.

"Bryar, you seriously gotta close your mouth, you're letting the flies in." Dad says with a chuckle as he pats my shoulder and makes his way over to the moving truck. I breathe out a small chuckle and shake my head as I walk over to dad who holds two boxes, stacking upon each other.

"Before you take anything inside, I want you to check out the house. There's even a pool in the back." Dad says with a victory smile as my eyes widen and I think I stopped breathing. Dad chuckles when he says, "Go on, you little rascal."

He passes me and I rush inside the house to 'take a look', as he said. I open the door and instantly fell in love with the kitchen, den, dining room and living room as I look around and observe how the placement is like. Hell, there's even a bathroom hallway and a door that leads to the basement. The house itself is actually turning my mood about moving upside down. I turn to the stairs and ascend them.

Walking into the first room which is vastly humongous. Tall ceiling with a lowered fan of dark cherry wood, hardwood floor on all the stages of layers in the house, windows, closets. Yes, closets! I move into the bathroom and find a huge whirlpool, placement for make-up and necessaries plus an extra closet with a bathroom.

I walk out and into another room which has a hexagonal bay window that is huge and you can see the neighbor's house. The room is nice as well, lots of space with a walk-in closet and...that's basically everything. Since I really like the bay window, I'll take this room.

I exit and walk down, not before noticing how there's two extra rooms for people who come to visit, I guess. Stepping out the door, two movers hold my pallet in hand, I stop them when I say, "Oh, could you please move this mattress into that room with the bay window please?"

They both nod and smile at me as I give them a thanks. I saunter over to the truck and start to take boxes out but stop when I hear revving of a vehicle. I do a mental happy dance when I notice the familiar sound of it. Something I do work and ride on a lot when I was working in a car auto shop. Motorcycles.

I turn around to find the reason of the revving. My eyes land on the male leaning against a tree that lays randomly between the forest and other side. He's not so far away, but of a considerable distance. Still close enough for me to catch his features. Very tall of around 6'2, close to a chiseled jaw, stubble that makes him look very attractive, coal black hair that lays one streak of ginger blond near the middle of his quiff that flies upwards. Hazel eyes that shine in the lights, nice lean body with muscles that are visible. What I really want to observe are his tattoos, since I can spot a bundle on his arm. He wears a white shirt inside of this opened brown leather jacket, very nice dark denim jeans and some sort of brown boots or something like that.

I watch as he keeps a close eye on me intently before dropping his cigarette, crushing it under his foot. He moves onto the motorcycle before driving off, so fast I think he passed the speed limit. I roll my eyes and carry the two boxes inside. Before I can literally step into the house, Dad taps his watch and ushers me out the house as he quickly says, "Bryar! Hurry, you're going to be late for school! Bookbag's in the car, c'mon."

Only catching the words 'Bryar, school, car and c'mon', he tugs me out the house and practically shoves me into the car and drives off before I could shut the door. "Jeez Dad, just breathe and calm down."

"Bryar; new school, new job and more work." dad says as he taps his fingers impatiently on the wheel while glaring at the red light to turn green.

"Okay, sorry." I pause, hands up in surrender. "Just don't unbox anything because I want to fix up my room." I finish as we turn to the school's parking lot. Great, I'm going to be a tiger or whatever school mascot there is! Sarcasm fills my thoughts. "Okay, have fun and a good day. Oh and make friends!" dad urges as I gather my things and exit the car, giving him a counterfeit thumbs-up and smile.

I saunter inside, looking around for the office which was easy since it's the first thing you see when you walk inside and there's a huge sign that says: 'OFFICE'.

"Here goes." I mutter under my breath as my hands splay on the door handle. I pull down the handle and enter the big overdone room. The front desk lady peels her eyes from the screen of her computer before looking at me with a partially authentic and bored smile. "Can I help you?" she asks, her tone high-pitched and light.

"Um...Bryar Collins?" I question and she nods her head, returning her eyes to the screen and typing up what I just said, my name.

"Yes, the new student. Please hold on one second so I may gather your things." she says as she rolls through her things, drawers and papers back and forth on her chair with wheels. I wait patiently with my hands in front of me, clasping. She slides back upon me and passes me papers one by one and explaining each one's needs. "Okay, so this paper is your schedule, this one is what you will need for all your teachers to sign to prove you were present on this day, locker number, locker and locker key which you will keep inside the locker." she explains with a smile and looks at me when she asks, "Do you need any help or have any questions?"

"Um..I don't think so." I say with a tight smile.

"Okay, off you go." she says, getting right back on topic with her computer's help. I exit the door and look left and right, pondering on which way I should go. Deciding on the right, I saunter over and look at the numbers I remember on my paper.

I take a sharp turn and stop short when I see two people swallowing one another; eating their faces off. So into it, they don't even notice me which is good. The female - who is 5'6, lavender hair, exposing clothes - wraps her arms around the male's neck with her leg on his hip as they continue their hot swallowing which makes me gag slightly.

The male - coal black hair with a streak of ginger blond in a quiff, height of 6'2 - is intent on wrapping his arms around the female as she arches her back off the locker and tries to swallow more of him greedily. I grimace and back away slowly, arms up in surrender. Turning the corner I had, I face the other way and slam smack dab into someone's hard chest.

Giving out a small 'Gah' and some groans when I fall and land on my arse, really hard. So now my arse feels really numb. "Ow that hurt." I grumble as I look up to see a male, the same height as me with very messy natural brown hair, watermelon pink lips, and moonlight grey eyes that makes me gasp lightly. Drawing in a breath, I splay my hand out when I say, "Hi, I'm Bryar."

He smiles, taking my hand as he helps me up. "I'm Nathan, but please call me Nath." he says, voice ringing clear of a British accent.

"Nice to meet you." I say as our hands depart.

"Ditto." he says with a brightening smile.

"So, if you haven't noticed, I'm n-"

"You're new here, totally lost, wondering if I can help you around and yes." he say with a small chuckle. Waving away the rude fact that he cut me off, I nod and follow beside him as takes my papers and skims through the things.

"Oh nice. Wot a coin-wink-ki-dink." he says as he looks up from the papers, locking eyes with mine.

"What?" I ask, looking over his shoulder to read my list again.

"We have the same classes together and here, I'll show you your locker." he says, turning right then down the corridors twice before making a left. "Don't worry, it's a big school but you'll get the hang of it."

I give a little chuckle befoe saying, "Thanks. So am I late?" I ask, brows raising in a way of saying: Please be late, please be late, please be late-

It's cut off when Nathan says, "Actually everyone's in the cafeteria. Meaning that it's time for first period." he glances at his watch before he says, "The bell should ring right about.." he pauses, watching the second's hand on the clock behind us on the wall strike twelve. "Now." and with that a loud perturbing noise wails.

I cringe and cover up my ear with my head retracting to my neck like a turtle. Nathan chuckles at my actions and I shrug with a slightly embarrassed, slightly awkward smile. Once the noise clears up and people crowd all over the place, I ask, "So why do we have to be in the cafeteria in the mornings?"

"Well, the principal likes to make announcements at that time." he says as he opens my locker for me, once he opens it he moves out the way for me to plant my things inside.

I move to the locker, shoving things inside as I say, "Thanks. Sounds boring, why does he do that?"

"I guess maybe he misses all the attention he use to get." I laugh and shake my head.

"What do we have first?" I ask as crane my head to look at my list in Nathan's hand.

"Science."

"Oh God. I suck arse in science." I admit as he tells me what to get for that class. I grab a pen, two pencils, the signature paper and a notebook. Shutting my locker, Nathan hands me the papers and I stick them inside the notebook's pocket. We make small conversation build up from school work as we saunter to class.

When we enter the room, most people are talking, completely oblivious to me, the new girl, thank God! I tap on the teacher's shoulder as he swiftly peels his eyes from the bulletin board. I look at his name tag, slight squinting to see as I bend my knees. "Mr. Bennett, Bryar Collins." I randomly shake his hand. "Could you sign this?" I ask as I place the paper on his desk.

"Ah, yes, Ms. Collins." He bends over his desk to sign the slip of paper before he's up again as he says, "Welcome to Columbus High, I hope you enjoy this school and class." he pauses, gesturing around him when he begins again, saying, "Please, take any seat."

I nod and walk over to a seat with a window on the side. I look out the window as it starts to drizzle. I ignore the small murmurs passing around the room, I whip my head to the front when Mr. Bennett claps his hand as he says, "Okay, class, settle down."

Tuning it down, Mr. Bennett grasps a book and passes it to me as I smile thankfully. "Okay, now turn the pages to-" I basically drone him out as he continues to talk while I pretend to listen, when I'm actually doodling.

"How nice of you to join us Mr. Malik and Ms. Edwards." Mr. Bennett says with disappointment in his tone plus expression. Mr. Bennett pushes up his glasses when he says, "Please take your seats." and I hear snickering around the classroom, before Mr. Bennett begins class again and they all stop.

I shift in my seat and get back to doodling. I feel a presence beside me and I look beside me to see the male with black coal hair and a streak of ginger blond. Rolling my eyes, I get back to what I'm doing and continue secretly until the bell rings. I gather my things together and pile them neatly atop one another.

"Did you draw this, sweetheart?", a deep voice rumbles giving me the shivers I've never experienced up my spine. What else makes it more hot and sexy? His accent. British. I mean what is up with British guys in America nowadays. I look up to see him holding my notebook with the doodles on it. I gasp slightly, yanking the book out of his hands when I say, "That's none of your business."

I speed walk over to Nathan who awaits for me with a smile. "You okay?"

I breathe in a sharp, shakily breath when I say, "Yeah, perfect." We exit the room and I glance behind me to see that the guy isn't there anymore so I wave him off.

Walking to the girl's locker room, I stand there awkwardly since I have no change of clothes for gym. I turn to look at the female who tapped my shoulder. I drink in her looks of 5'5, Portuguese, ginger brown hair that looks awfully smooth and beautiful, chocolate eyes and skinny with an athletic look to her body and skin tone.

"Hi, I'm Sophia.", she says as her hand promptly darts out for me to shake. I shake it with grace and an authentic smile. "I'm Bryar." I state as our hand retrieve. "I like your name. But I have to get going." I say as I head for the door, hand on the knob.

"Oh okay, I'll talk to you later!" she exclaims as I smile and nod, exiting the door I walk in the gymnasium's doors and look around to see if I can spot the coach or someone who can sign my slip of paper.

Spotting a older female with gym clothes that claps her hands constantly, yelling, "GO!" as the girls hurry and fight to finish running the track. I give a small smile, dropping it when I hear wolf-whistles coming from the other side of the gym which contains of males playing basketball, even Nathan.

I shake my head and walk over to the teacher who is unaware of the fact that I'm standing here. I breathe in when I tap her shoulder. She turns to me and smiles big, surprising me out of the blue.

"What can I do you for?" She asks happily, hands on her hips as she waits her answer to swarm out my mouth.

"Hi, I'm Bryar, the new student. Could you sign this?" I ask, slapping the slip on the gym's stage as she smiles before leaving me to get a pen. Signing her name, she passes me the slip back when she says, "Mrs. Reed, pleased to be aquainted and hope you're enjoying this school?"

"Yeah, it's cool." I say with a tight smile.

"Anything else I can help you with?"

"Actually, can I just bench today since I didn't know my schedule and didn't bring any change of clothes." I say as quickly as possible.

She pats my shoulder when she says, "Sure. Make yourself at home, well, school actually." She laughs as I join her almost awkwardly. "Okay, thanks."

Sitting on the bench, I watch as the girls continue they're run. The one chick with lavender hair runs in really high shorts which makes her arse almost jiggle out her shorts and I purse my lips, attempting to hold back my sudden bursts of laughter.

They all stretch before setting up the volleyball set-ups. I crane my head towards Mrs. Reed when I tune in on her snapping at a student. "Just go to the bench." She growls in frustration, pointing to the bench I'm sitting on. I roll my eyes and continue to watch the game, eyes glancing between the score board and misses plus hits/points they make.

One team has seven points and the other has eleven. The perky lavender chick perks her lips my way and I frown, feeling uncomfortable when I think she's looking at me. Then she winks with a flirtatious smile upon her lips and I nearly gag my guts out. I look around just to be sure she's looking at me but when I see the coal black haired male beside me, I roll my eyes and learn that she was targeting at him. Making me gag more as I mentally pass out.

I smile, hopping straight to my feet when I hear the bell ring; signaling what Nathan's been telling me about...lunch. I skip over to Nathan as he places the basketball back on the holders and beams widely as I pop up in front of him.

"Lunch time." I say, eyes wide, beaming stupidly, brows raising high and I release my face muscles from the horrible position it was in and did a little dumb happy dance. "Oh, oh, oh yeah!" I sing as we leave the gym with Nathan holding back his snickers helplessly.

Breaking through gym, which is really...boring. But next period is math so I'm excited since I do pretty well in math and Nathan guides me to the cafeteria where I sit next to him. Before I know it, we're crowded by three extra people that I look at with furrowed brows. I look over at Nathan who holds back a smile. "This is Sophia, but she prefers Sophie, this is Lucas and this is Leona. Leona and Lucas, this is Bryar."

I examine the people after I give them a smile. Sophie/Sophia, I already know. Leona, who is a beautiful exotic tanned person, lovely grey eyes that take attention away when you look into them and a beautiful wavy luscious auburn brown hair. Lucas, who has brilliant blue eyes flashing flawlessly into your own eyes, lovely sandy blond hair that sticks out some from under his blue beanie, which only emphasize his eyes more.

"I got some mini red velvet cupcakes from last night when my mom and dad were making some. Want any?" Sophie asks, opening the square Ziploc container box's lid, showing all the cute cupcakes.

There's a choir of 'Yeahs' before all hands reach for the container, grappling it like piranhas. I quietly take one as Sophie lifts it to me. "So," Lucas pauses, chewing and swallowing the cupcake he had just gotten. "Truth or dare...Leona?" Lucas asks, smirking widely as he dusts his hands together, ridding of any cupcake crumbs.

Leona only smirks back when she says, "Dare."

"I dare you to go into the teacher's lounge, in your birthday suit and give one of the guy teachers a lap dance, getting him hard." Lucas says and I snicker, thinking she wouldn't do it. "Deal." she says as she gets up to strip in the middle of the cafeteria. Wow, these people are crazy. But they suit me, who I am. But really, a lap dance for a teacher? A bit much. I look away until both Leona and Lucas leave the room is when I turn to Nathan and ask, "Who's that guy?" I point to the table of three guys with about seven girls.

"Oh, that's Zayn Malik, the 'school's bad boy'. I wouldn't...." he shakes his head, trailing off completely as I look at him, baffled.

We make small chatter until Leona with Lucas come back, laughing their heads off. I smile, thinking of what happened in there. "So," Lucas says as he takes his seat. "I got it on camera and I'll text each of you the video." Lucas says as he waves his phone in our faces before placing it in his pocket.

"Okay." Leona says, seeming as if she's thinking. "Bryar, truth or dare?"

"Dare." I say with a smirk playing at the edges of my lips.

"Okay, I dare you to....kiss Zayn Malik, right here, right now and on camera." Leona says as she taps her finger on the table.

I freeze. She did not just tell me that. Shit. Ugh, why me?! I flinch slightly when someone pats my shoulder gently. I look to see Nathan, face expression serious with his lips pressing into a thin line. "Bryar, you don't have to do it. It's stupid, just a dare."

"I'm going to do it." I spit out, not wanting to look like a wimp or pussy in front of Leona nor Lucas. Lucas smiles and pulls out his phone when he murmurs, "This will be fun."

I exhale as I get to my feet, reluctant to leave the table. "C'mon Bryar, don't be a pussy. It's just a fucking kiss." I mutter under my breath to myself as I take three slow steps towards the table. I pick up pace slightly as I wobble over to where the females and males interact. Some of the females eyeing me with hits, saying: Ew, she's need to fucking crawl back to the shit hole, where she came from.

I ignore them as I stand in front of Zayn. He's busy, smacking lips with purple head chick to even notice. A female taps purple head on her shoulder, pointing over at me. She looks up and down at me before leaning into whisper something and swallowing Zayn's lips again. I mentally shudder at the grueling image of her all over him.

She stands up and walks over to me. Tights and matching crop top of the word 'BANG' all over it with some black heels that click so annoyingly against the hard floor. I wait until she's close enough before I take a turn and reel the left direction, basically going around her. I walk directly over to Zayn, leaning down and press my lips to his.

I hear a screech which I'm guessing is from purple headed chick and other people murmuring in the cafeteria. But I'm too busy caught off guard when Zayn kisses me back. I pull back, looking over at the table I sit at, throwing a thumbs-up with a smirk as Lucas catches it all on camera. I saunter back to our table, sitting my bum down wih a victory smile when on the inside, I'm bubbling up and feel as if I'm about to faint.


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