The second the bell rang I jumped out of my seat, eager to leave. Zayn got up slowly as if he had all the time in the world and no classes to attend.
But I did
I tried to get out but his chair was pushed back all the way to the desk behind us, which wasn't too far.
Realizing there was no other way out of this situation, I spoke to him.
"Excuse me," I said. Either he didn't hear me or chose to ignore me, I don't know.
"Excuse me please," I said, louder this time. He turned towards me.
Holy sweet mother of baby Jesus his eyes.
"Yes," he smiled. This one was genuine and not a cocky smirk like the ones I'd been receiving during class.
Of course, my brain decided to take a small nap that moment because I couldn't think of anything to say.
"Are you okay?" He frowned.
Oh God. Now he thinks I'm messed up.
"Uh, yeah," I coughed, trying to make it convincing. "I, uh, choked on my gum."
Choked on my gum? That was the best lie I could come up with? I wasn't even chewing gum and I'm pretty sure he knew that too.
He nodded, that smirk returning on that oh-so-sexy face.
He stepped back and I took the opportunity to bolt past him.
I drew in a deep breath once I knew I was safe in the hallway, hidden among the many bodies of the students.
I stopped on one side and pulled out my schedule. I had chemistry in room 21F. Where 21F was, I had no clue.
See, this is one of the many reasons I hate moving and starting new school.
I looked back towards my homeroom class and saw Zayn leaning against the locker. There was a brunette with tattoos covering the length of her right arm standing beside him. She was stunning, even from a distance.
The kind of girl you want to stay from because being near her makes you insecure and at the same time you want to be near her hoping her beauty would rub off on you.
Plus, I should've known he'd have a girlfriend. He too perfect to not have one.
I watched as a guy with messy curls approach them. Him and Zayn fist-bumped.
A manly way of showing affection I guess.
"They're sexy, aren't they?" A voice beside me said, scaring the bejesus out of me.
Naomi grinned. I don't know how long she'd been standing there for.
"You scared me!" I exclaimed. That made her laugh.
She looked towards Zayn and his friends. I followed her gaze only to realize that they were headed this way.
"Naomi, they're coming this way! Let's go," I grab her hand and start walking.
"No no. If you walk away they'll know for sure you were ogling them," she rolled her eyes. "Here, pretend you were looking at your schedule."
Frankly I was surprised she knew what the word ogling meant. Not to be rude, but she looked like the dumb kind.
But I did what she told me anyways.
Zayn passed by without even a glance. Part of me was relieved that he didn't notice but the other part wanted to him to look at me.
Stop it, I ordered myself. He has a girlfriend.
Naomi led me to my chemistry class. And my gym class. And my history class after that too.
After what seemed like centuries, it was lunch. I managed to find my locker on my own, (proud achievement for the first day. Yay me!) and pulled out my bag. I closed my locker and looked up.
Probably the biggest mistake of my life. Standing in front of the locker beside was none other the Zayn Malik.

Notes

Hiiii!
Sooo, y'all probably know who the curly haired boy is ;)
And I probably won't update very regularly because I have a serious issue of writers block D:
Thanks for reading❤ Buh byee