When Worlds Collide - A Zayn Malik Fanfic

13; Soul mates, janitor's closets, and unbuttoned shirts

"Oh! Okay. What's next?"

I hesitate. "Don't back down. No matter what he says, just remember that it's just words. He's trying to wire you up."

"So I just stand there?"

"Look him in the eye." I nod. "Show him you're not afraid."

"But I am afraid. I'm god damn petrified."

"Then act, damnit! You're an actor, aren't you?"

He hesitates, then nods. "Yeah. I am."

"Okay, third; threaten him."

Carter's eyes go wide. "Threaten him? Oh, no, Zayn. I don't-"

"Joel's a pussy," I say, "and guys like him never throw the first punch. They always act like they will, but they never do. So if you threaten him first, you'll have him right where you want him."

"Boys, are we practicing our emotions?" Mrs. Parker walks over to us.

"Yes, ma'am. We're practicing anger," Carter replies.

"Well, that's good to hear. Nice to see you joining in, Zayn."

I just roll my eyes.

Carter looks back at me. "Is that it?"

I nod and expand my arms. "Practice on me."

"What?"

"Go on. You heard me."

"You mean..." he looks around nervously like he has a secret, "fight you?"

I groan. "Not for real, you ass! Just pretend I'm Joel and do what I said. Don't worry about Mrs. Whatever. It'll look like we're acting out a scene."

He thinks it over for a bit, then nods. "Alright."

I stand over him and give the best Joel expression I can. "Hey, nerd."

"He doesn't really call me that. He-"

"Carter!" I cry. "Just fucking hurry up!"

"Right, right, right. Go again."

I roll my eyes. "Hey, nerd." I push him, just to get the full effect.

He looks at his chest, where I've just touched him, and steps towards me. "Don't touch me," he growls.

"Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?" I taunt.

He looks me right in the eye and clenches his fist. I'll give the guy credit, he actually looks like he's going to punch me. He's even swinging his fist forward and-