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My hand collides with his jaw as he whimpers in pain before falling on his back on the ground. I quickly get on top of him, dropping my body on his stomach as another one of my punches hit his face.

"Oww!" His voice grows faint as loud chants of the audience erupt around us.

I feel a pair of large hands on my shoulders from the back, trying to pull me away from Jason who is lying underneath me whimpering in pain.

"Get away from Jason!" His best friend yells at me, trying to pull me away from him.

In a matter of seconds, his best friend's body crashes on the ground next to Jason, with my brother sitting on top of him. I turn my head to the left and watch my curly-haired brother repeatedly punch Walter in the face. I begin to punch Jason again when my twin's voice stops me. "Hit him with your fist like this," Harry, my twin, says as he demonstrates it on Walter.

"No, this is better." I show my way to him as I punch Jason with my tactics.

"No, this!" Harry announces as he hits Walter again in his way.

"Wait, Malory remind me again, why are we beating these guys?" Harry suddenly stops and asks with a confused look on his face as his emerald eyes stare into mine for an answer. I stop beating Jason and look up at my classmate standing in front of me, watching all the drama take place since the past ten minutes.

"Ramond, why are we beating these guys?" I ask my classmate genuinely. I swear to God, I have forgotten why I even started this fight. I keep staring at Ramond for an answer who starts panicking, looking here and there, his hands shivering as if I was going to hit him next.

"Because Jason cheated on Paige!" He blurts out, looking terrified as lips tremble afterwards. It's not like I am going to hit him but you can't blame him for being terrified because of the situation we are in right now.

"Yes! This son of a b-" my sentence gets interrupted when my best friend decides to make an entry with a loud scream.

"Malory! Harry!" Paige shouts with horrific expressions as she makes her way through the crowd, towards us. High school students are always on the edge to see something juicy happening around them.

Paige removes her long strawberry blonde hair from her face as her hazel eyes land on Harry and I, in terror.

"Both of you get up!" She yells, pulling Harry and I away from Jason and Walter. I don't want to leave Jason, I want to kill him and make him pay for my best friend's tears and also because--well, I hate this guy.

"Good punches right there, sis." Harry compliments me with a proud smirk as he now stands beside Jason's body, looking down at him.

"Not bad yourself," I say, pointing at Walter and Harry flashes me a grin in return.

I am about to get down to Jason's level and hit him again when Paige stops me with her hand. "Stop, Malory!" She holds my hand. "Let it go, else I won't talk to you."

Ugh. The blackmailing.

I roll my eyes at Jason and Walter, two blonds lying on the ground with their thin, tall figures whimpering in pain as they turn from left to right. Paige makes everyone leave the parking area where the whole drama took place and unexpectedly I hear the voice I loathe, behind me, speak. I swear he comes out of nowhere when he is least needed.

"Who got Malory's knickers in a twist, so early this morning?" Louis questions to no one in particular in his high pitched voice as he walks towards us and his ocean blue eyes travel to Walter and Jason. "Oooh, Jason and Walter," Louis' loud laughter is heard when he runs his hand in his light brown fringe before putting his arm around my brother's shoulder with a cheeky grin as his 5'9 short figure leans on my brother's tall one.

God, I hate this dwarf.

"You did that to one of them?" He asks Harry. My twin flashes Louis a proud grin as he points towards Walter. Louis pats Harry on the back with a proud smile on his face. They both seem so satisfied and happy as if they achieved a big goal in their life. Harry and Louis never got along with Jason and Walter. Typical boyish rivalries to become the captain of the school's football team.

"You're not invited here, Lewis." I roll my eyes at him and turn my head to look at Paige who is looking at Jason with a worried look all over her face. She looks at me and mouths a "Should I take him to the nurse?" with worried expressions.

I shake my head and whisper a 'no' aggressively. She purses her cherry lips and looks down.

"My name is not Lewis!" Louis blusters. I roll my eyes and turn my attention to him. Nobody even cares about his name at this moment. But Louis sure does and I admit, I like to piss him off.

"Sorry, can't hear you, please speak a little louder?" I tease him, putting my hand in front of my ear and moving closer to him as I pretend to hear him.

"I said my name is not Lewis!" He protests loudly, clearly getting annoyed.

"Okay, noted," I nod and he rolls his eyes. "Lewis." I finish my sentence, hearing him groan in annoyance.

He hates being called Lewis. He was being awarded for his performance in the sports week in middle school in front of the whole school when our headmaster kept pronouncing his name as Lewis in the mic. The poor child was confused if he was calling his name or someone else's until the headmaster shouted his whole name Lewis Tomlinson in the mic, irritated. Louis hurried to the stage where he was embarrassed with the headmaster scolding him for not recognizing his own name. If only he had taken the right name.

Since then kids started teasing him and calling him Lewis to piss him off but he made all of them forget that name otherwise he would make them pay for it. The only one who didn't stop calling him that was, of course, me.

"I can't, with you," he says with clear resentment as he waves his hand and shakes his head in defeat. "Let's go, man," he says to Harry, who is his best friend. This is the reason why I have to tolerate Louis at our house all the time. Harry chuckles before heading to the school with Louis next to him. "Can I kill her someday?" he asks Harry as they both keep on walking, making their own conversation, loud enough for us to hear.

"I'll kill you," I hear my brother's faint reply as I chuckle and turn my attention to my best friend--- who is gone.

I look down at Jason and Walter--gone as well.

Great.

She took them to the nurse. For God's sake, that man cheated on her!

Why does Paige have to be so forgiving and sympathetic? We're so unlike. I would punch and beat the people who deserve it whereas she would keep taking my victims to the nurses. She does not like fighting or even arguing with people, I, on the other hand, would jump down their throats if they do or say something wrong.

Anger is my worst enemy whereas patience is Paige's best friend.

If we talk about Paige, she does not even come anywhere close to me when it comes to style. You give me a trash bag, I'll wear that too. But she would take her proper time to choose her perfect clothes, makeup, shoes, accessories etc. She likes to be flawlessly presentable all the time.

Me? I'm mostly seen wearing black and you would never see me without jackets, skinny jeans, flannels and my sneakers. I only apply some lipsticks or lip glosses. I am not boyish, I am not too girlish, I am actually a really lazy person when it comes to dressing up-or well, anything.

"Malory," I hear an unusual voice which cuts off my thoughts and I turn around to see someone I have never spoken to before.

"Uh, yes?" I raise my eyebrows at a boy of my age, in confusion. His honey-brown eyes quietly stare at me as his jet black fringe moves in all directions, giving his hair a messy look. His tall figure is covered in a loose light brown sweatshirt and large-sized jeans, completely hiding his body under his bigger-than-him apparel.

"I'm Zayn Malik, I'm in most of your classes," he says, adjusting his bag on one of his shoulders as his other hand rests in his jeans pocket. I make contact with his honey brown eyes covered by huge square spectacles.

"I know who you are," I say, pursing my lips together, my eyebrows still knitted together in confusion.

"Then why are you so surprised to see me?" He asks, calmly in his thick accent, as he shifts on his legs.

"Because I've never seen you talk to anyone," I say, lightly shrugging my shoulders. "Also, because no one dares to talk to me here, except you know my brother, Louis and Paige," I tell him, rolling my eyes at Louis' name. Louis and I don't have normal conversations. We are either insulting each other or arguing.

"Paige," he says, slowly and my eyes quickly squint in confusion. "I want to talk about her." Zayn completes his sentence firmly but I still keep staring at him with difficulty trying to understand where the conversation is going.

"What about her?" I ask, biting my tongue inside my mouth as I eagerly wait for his answer.

He becomes silent for a moment before hesitantly speaking. "I want you to help me date her."

My eyes shoot wide open as I try to blink numerous times, staring at Zayn in disbelief. I give out a strange laugh expecting him to laugh in return and tell me that he was joking but he stares at me with a straight face.

"Wait, you're serious?" I ask him and he nods, leaving my mouth agape.

What, this can't be true. Am I hallucinating?

Sure, people want to date Paige all the time because duh--she's beautiful inside out. But Zayn Malik asking me to set him up with my best friend. That's something strange even for me.

I know, hearing Zayn's name sounds like some badass guy who has got plenty of girls swooning over him, but in reality, he is just a nerd, studying for scholarships, with no friends, no social status, heck no one even bothers that he exists. He is always hidden in the library, sits alone in the garden during lunch break as he feeds his lunch to the squirrels around, secures top grades in every class and minds his own business all the time. To be honest, I like that.

"You? Paige? Dating?" I ask with my mouth still agape clearly in shock. Right now, I can't even muster the words to say a complete sentence.

"Yes. Me. Paige. Dating." He copies me, nodding at every word.

"No!" I quickly object.

"Why? Because I'm a nerd and have no friends?" He asks with a firm tone. He does not even look surprised with my rejection, as if he was already prepared for it. Why does he look so calm, talking to me about this? Heck, why does he look so calm, talking to me? No one even dares to talk to me.

"No, because I never play the cupid. I don't want to and I can't." I tell him, turning around to leave, shaking my head vigorously.

"You can and you have to!" He exclaims from behind but I shake my head again. He does not seem to give up yet.

"Sorry, Zayn the number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please do not try later!" I quicken my pace and begin to head inside the school when his voice stops me in my tracks.

"I have an offer that can benefit us both!"

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