Hidden Talents

Chapter 1

Zayn's POV

First day of school. Am I excited? Not really but beats being here. Here's the run down, when I was 5, I missed the bus so my mom was picking me up. On the way back, we got in a car accident. I shouldn't have missed the bus. My father blames me, I blame myself too. He abuses me because it is my fault and I'm not the son he wants. I don't play sports, I don't do any clubs, I don't do anything he likes. I always have the words he calls me, deep inside my head. It's been burned in my brain.
Fat, because I eat all the time.
Ugly, because I don't put much effort in my outfit.
Stupid, because my grades have gone down.
Useless, because I don't help out.
Worthless, because I've done nothing.
Weak, because I don't play a sport.
Selfish, because I think about myself.
It's time for school meaning I need to get ready before my father wakes up. Everyone sees me as the dangerous bad boy and I like to keep my reputation. Means that everyone is afraid of me and won't get near me. Even though everyone just assumes I've hooked up with most girls in the school. They don't know I've never have, so they keep me in with the populars. The perks is that my father doesn't beat me as bad. The cons are that everyone is fake and trying to get close to me. Or just enough to gain from. But then again, I'm the heartless one for a reason. Everyone wants to date me, or be me. They all assumed I'm bisexual which works, I don't actually care about gender so maybe I'm pansexual. I don't care about labels either. 

I limped to the bathroom. And if you're wondering, it was my dad; he came home drunk last night with his friends. On an entirely different note. First day of school. I'm wearing black skinny jeans, white V neck, my leather jacket with a hood, and my white high tops. It's what my closet is mostly filled of. I may be abused but I'm not that poor, only because I work at a cafe. I earn enough money to buy food and some supplies. Reminds me, I have to go to the cafe. I go there every morning, they give me free breakfast and unlimited coffee. So that's a plus I guess. School is a walking distance and so is the cafe. I walked into the cafe hearing the familiar ding and smelling fresh coffee.

"Ello love," the owner Marie said

"Ello Ma," I replied sitting on the counter. Everyone who works here calls her Ma because she is like a mother to us.

"First day of school. You ready?"

"Yeah, anything to get away from my father."

"Oh how I wish I could do something. But sadly I can't, because you won't let me. One day, when I can, I will"

"No, it's fine. As much as I don't like what he does. I can't hate him. He is all I have left."

"I know love, I know. You better go to school. Don't want you to be late now do we?"

I rolled my eyes but left anyway.

Third Person

Zayn walks into the school and four boys came up to him.

"Hello mate, my name is Louis Tomlinson. The curly haired one is Harry Styles. The blonde is Niall Horan. And the puppy looking one is Liam Payne." Louis said holding out his hand to Zayn.

Zayn looks at his face then the hand in disgusts. He then just walks away with an emotionless face.

"Rude," Louis mumbles with a glare under his breath.

Then a kid with brown hair and brown eyes walks to them and says, "Wow, you got guts kid.  Josh, Josh Devine." He holds out his hand and shakes Louis' hand. "And that there was Zayn Malik. Obviously you're new here because nobody talks to Malik. Last person talked to him first. Uh, lets just say, he isn't coming back ever again." The boys stare at him in sock and fear. Josh laughs and says, "I'm kidding," but stops immediately "or am I?"