It was strange, walking into my house and holding Liam’s hand tighter than I had held onto anything in my entire life. I mean, this house was a place where we weren’t exactly safe. He noticed my feared grip and gave me a look and then a kiss on the head as we walked into the kitchen. My parents were there, smiling and chatting over tea, just like all that time ago when I had walked in on Liam speaking with my parents alone. Only this time it was completely different. My mother’s face shifted into defensive mode, and she grabbed my father’s shoulder. His face was red as he looked at us and I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

            “Hello Mr. Malik,” Liam smiled, “Mrs. Malik,”

            God, he was so perfect.

            “Zayn, you ungrateful child, what are you doing?” My father asked, trying to get closer to Liam and I. My mother held him back and whispered something to him under her breath.

            “I just…I needed to tell you that I’m seeing Liam. He and I are dating, and it’s not illegal, because I’m 18 years old and he isn’t my teacher anymore. So, now it’s just…us,” I said, looking to my father hopefully. He had a sick and twisted look on his face.

            “He’s using you, Zayn,” My father said.

            I shook my head and looked to Liam out of the corner of my eye. His face looked pale and disgusted. “Liam isn’t using me,” I said, “I love him and he loves me,”

            “I won’t allow this,”

            “Well, that’s just too bad,” I said, “Because, dad, I’m 18 and I can make my own decisions,”

            “If that the case then you can get out of my house,” He spat.

            “No!” My mother shrieked.

            I stayed silent, licking my lips. I knew that if my dad kicked me out everything would still be okay, because I could live in Liam’s house and he could come up on the weekends, and we would get by until I was done with school. But it still hurt that he didn’t accept this relationship.

            “If that’s what you want,” I said.

            Liam stepped forward then, and pushed me behind him, “Sir, can I just say something?” My father’s face dropped but he gave a huff and nodded. “I need to say that I love your son. Ever since I first laid eyes on him. He is beautiful, and talented, and has so much potential that it hurts to see him anything short of amazing. I will support him through everything. I will support Zayn through the end of high school and into college, I promise. His education is important to me. I will support him in every way, because I love him and plan to be with him as long as he will let me. I’m not using him. I never was,” Tears welled in my eyes and a smile etched onto my face. My mom was smiling happily but my father’s face still hadn’t change much. “Please, sir, he’s your son,”

            My father took and deep breath and shook his head, “I still don’t like it, but there is nothing I can do about it.”

            “So…” I said.

            “So live here, finish going to school, date Liam,” My dad said, “I don’t care,”

            I turned to Liam and beamed, a grin on my face so big everything felt brighter.

~

            Thursday at school was fine until English, which I was started to dread again. Maybe I wish that Mrs. Welling was back so she could yell at me for tapping my pencil against the desk. It’s not that Mr. Hawkins was mean or a bad teacher, but he kept trying to get me alone and making faces at me and I didn’t understand what was happening.

            “Zayn, can you read from the next passage?” Mr. Hawkins asked me. I cursed under my breath because I hadn’t been paying attention. Thank God Louis whispered, “Line 22,” Under his breath. I made a mental note to fucking kiss him later. I did as Mr. Hawkins asked and read the passage out loud, looking up to him when I was done. “Thank you, Zayn, but please, see me after class. I don’t think Louis should keep feeding you all the answers,”

            Fuck.

            “Thanks for trying,” I mumbled to Louis with a crooked smile. He returned the look and grabbed my hand to assure me.

            After class I went back to the front of the room. I felt like I was having déjà vu with this whole thing. It reminded me of the time Liam yelled at me, and I had curled up on my chair and cried. Liam had comforted me and told me it was okay. But I had a feeling that this was going to be different, because Mr. Hawkins looked really cute and cheery and quite frankly, it was obvious he was flexing his muscles as he walked towards me. I wanted to laugh, because dear lord, he was like a peacock ruffling its feathers. I took a timid step away from him.

            “What did you want to talk about?” I asked cautiously.

            I didn’t have any time to answer before his hands were on me and his face was close to mine, and yeah, Mr. Hawkins was good looking, but not as much as Liam, and I was dating Liam. I was not going to kiss this idiot just because.

            “Stop,” I said, pulling away.

            Mr. Hawkins dropped my arms but didn’t step back, “I took you as one of those kids who spread their legs for everyone,”

            “W-What?” I stuttered. He thought I was some sort of slut?

            “You know, there is always one student in school that takes everything up their ass like a good little slut, I just figured it was you because you knew Mr. Payne. It seemed like you two knew each other really well if you know what I mean,” he said.

            “N-No!” I stuttered, tripping away from him, “I’m…I’m not a whore,”

            “Are you sure?” Mr. Hawkins laughed, “You sure limped like one the other day,”

            “Stop it,” I said, feeling tears rush to my eyes.

            “So you don’t want me to fuck you right here over my desk?” Mr. Hawkins asked slyly, running his hands through his hair.

            I shook my head, continuing as I fell backwards through the classroom as I headed to the door, “I am going to tell Mr. Fletcher about you,”

            Mr. Hawkins laughed, “You wouldn’t do that,”

            “How do you know?” I said shakily.

            “Because if you tell Mr. Fletcher about me, I am going to get back in touch with Liam and steal him away from you before you can cry at his feet. I fucked him into oblivion, and he loved it,”

            I was really crying now and ran out of the classroom, grabbing my phone and calling Liam. It rang awhile and then, “Hello, Zayn? Babe, my class lecture starts in like two seconds, can you call back later or---”

            “Liam,” I sobbed.

            “Oh, fuck, Zayn are you crying? What’s wrong?”

            “Mr. Hawkins…he…” I couldn’t finish what I was saying because I felt so insecure right now it wasn’t even okay. What if Mr. Hawkins really did get back together with Liam? All of this would have been for nothing.

            “Zayn, babe, calm down and just tell me,”

            “I…Mr. Hawkins…. He…”

            “Tell me what that idiot did to you,” Liam growled.

            “Just come and get me after school,” I begged.

            “What about your news paper meeting?”

            “I don’t care,”

            “Okay, babe, I’ll be there right after school. Okay? Hang in there and please stop crying, you’re making me want to cry,”

            I sniffled, “Okay LiLi,”

~

            Right after school ended I walked out of the building and was immediately pulled into Liam’s strong arms. He ducked behind the building so we were hidden in the small alley way there and then kissed me hard on the lips. I let out a choked breath and grabbed onto his tie, pulling it roughly towards me and making our bodies press tightly against one another.

            “What did that little fucker say to you?” Liam asked angrily, fisting my shirt and fixing my glasses for me.           

            “Mr. Hawkins…he…he thinks I’m the school’s slut,” I breathed.

            “That little---”

            “But…he said that…that if I told anyone about him coming onto my he was going to come and…and steal you back from me and...because…” I broke into tears thinking about Max Hawkins stealing Liam right from under my nose and making him scream like…

            Suddenly I got an idea.

            I would have to show Liam the best time of his life, show him that I am too amazing to pass up. Too amazing for him to forget.

            “Zayn, babe, what are you staring at?” Liam asked.

            “Oh, uh,” I mumbled, “Can we go back to your house?”

            “What? Why? I want to go inside and give Max a piece of my mind,” Liam growled.

            “No, uh, let’s just go back to your house,”

            “But babe, I don’t understand why you want to go back there so much,”

            I reached out and trialed my fingers over Liam’s crotch and then pulled away from him, stepping out of the alley way, “I race you to the car,”

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