Zayn smiled back, and made his way to his seat in the middle of the class, where the teacher could always watch him. He never knew why, but he was always told to sit in the middle of every class
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Louis bit his lip and watched as a jock walked over and sat beside him, making himself stiffen. The jock smirked and muttered "F*ggot."
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Zayn tapped his pencil against the desk, not knowing what was happening at the back. No matter how much he wanted to be by Louis, he knew he wouldn't be allowed to
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Louis closed his eyes as he felt a vice grip on his thighs, strong enough to leave bruises. He watched the hand creep up "W-What are you doing?" The jock smirked "You make it look fun being a f*g. Cant I feel just how fun it is." He whispered.
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As the teacher walked in, Zayn straightened up, and quickly took a glance at Louis. He wasn't quite sure what he saw, so he just ignored it
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The jock smirked and went higher. Louis stiffened and almost yelped.
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The teacher hadn't noticed, and either had Zayn, until somebody close by started whispering about it. Zayn instantly stiffened, and he slowly turned around "Louis?" He whispered, looking back at his boyfriend. His eyes widened instantly when he saw what was going on
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Louis squeaked and stared at him, eyes wide with fear. The jock pushed him closer to the desk and rubbed harder. His cheeks flared
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Zayn's face reddened with anger, and he pushed out of his chair, storming to the back of the room. "get your hands off him.." he growled at the jock. From the front of the room, the teacher was sternly telling Zayn to sit back down, but he didn't listen at all
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"Whatcha gonna do, scrawny boy?" He smirked and kept going. Louis whimpereed tried pushing him away, everyone's eyes were on them.
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Rolling his shoulders slightly, his jawed tightened and all he said was "This.." before he swung his fist. Zayn didn't actually mean to do much harm, he just wanted to get his point across.
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Louis squeaked when he heard a crack and a cry of rage from the jock. He glared at Zayn with murderuous eyes.
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Zayn's eyes filled with shock and fright, but before he could say anything, he was being dragged out of the room by the teacher.
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Louis blushed from all the stares, keeping his head down. The jock got up and stormed out of the class.
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After a scolding, Zayn was ushered to the Principles office, and slowly sat in a waiting chair
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Louis had walked out of class a few minutes later, going into the bathroom, sniffling softly
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Zayn began to tap his fingers impatiently, looking around. "C'mon hurry up already" he muttered, as he stared at the principals door
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Louis wiped his eyes and grabbed a paper towel, wiping his tears off his cheeks. He grabbed his bookbag and walked back out, his eyes set on the floor.
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After a few minutes, Zayn realized that the principal wasn't actually in the office. Very quietly, he stood and left the room, entering the halls. Sighing loudly, he began to search for Louis
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Louis headed towards the entrance of the school.