Tiffany's POV

After German class, Math, Biology and break, I walked into my physics class.

I took my usual seat on a stool in front of a tall bench next to the window and potted herbs hanging behind me on the wall.

After the class filed in, my physics teacher Mrs Lattew came in; followed by a dark haired boy with a vine tattoo crawling up his neck.

Just my luck…

“Good morning class. This is a new student, who’s chosen Physics! Please make him feel welcome!” She smiled, her red lipstick coated chops bearing her shiny, white teeth.

Zayn walked in and took the seat next to me.

“Hey sugar.” He winked at me.

My heart fluttered as I managed to greet him.

As Mrs Lattew bought around flasks filled with sodium and a test tube full of soda water, the class chatted.

“What’re you doing here? You don’t seem like the kind of guy who does physics…” I looked at him.

He folded his hands on the bench and laughed.

“I saw the elections list. Your name was at the top, and let’s just say, here I am!” He laughed.
His laugh was strong, sexy, husky.

It made my hormones rage with excitement.

“What about Niall and Harry?” I asked.

“Harry chose French, so he could be with Steph, and Niall chose Wood-work because he’s with this chick called Pippa.”

I nodded, not surprised that all the three best friends picked different classes, just so they could be with girls.

After pouring the soda water into the sodium filled flask and watching it spoil over mystically with thick smog, Zayn and I wrote down the results and compared them with others.

“This is fun.” Zayn chuckled.

“What is? Physics?” I looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

“No. Hanging out with you.” He said, his eyes scanning my face.

“Has anyone every told you that you have beautiful eyes?” He said as he bought his hand up and brushed the back of his fingers along my cheekbone.

I felt my cheeks go red as I looked at his lips.

“So, what did ya’ll get?” Effie, a thoughtless girl from Texas here on a singing scholarship, spluttered.

I pulled away from Zayn.

“Uh, here.” I said, shoving my book into her arms and walking back over to my bag swiftly.
As I pulled it up onto the bench, Zayn walked over with my book, placing it on the desk with his tan, veiny hand.

“You k?” He asked, lingering his hand on my arm gently.

I flinched and he looked at me weirdly.

I eternally thanked God for letting the bell go at that time.

“Gotta get to Geography. Catcha.” I said, lifting his hand off my face and putting it on the table softly.

“You always do this.” He said as I was about to leave the room.

Everyone else had gone immediately, including Mrs Lattew.

“Do what?” I said, turning to look at him.

He had his bag flung over one shoulder, and he was fixing his hair.

“Run away.” He said coolly.

“I do not. I don’t run from anything.” I replied, deliberate sass in my voice.

“Then come here.” He said, walking towards me.

Zayn's POV

When I reached her, I reached over her shoulder, closing the door.

We both heard the door click into lock, and the room fell silent.

I didn’t drop my arm. It stayed extended beside her head, above her shoulder, kind of enclosing her in my presence.

“C-Come here and what?” She almost whispered.

Her nerves made me go crazy.

“Kiss me.” I muttered, bring my spare hand up and pushing it through her hair.

She closed my eyes as my lips brushed on hers.

She let out a little moan as I leant in on her, our bodies firmly together.

She bought her hand up and ran it through the back of my hair, tugging it a little.

Her tongue played tag with mine.

Multiple times.

I grinded up on her, and she let out another moan.


Just as her hips started to wiggle into my crotch, I pulled away for a breath.

“Bet Liam isn’t that good.” I uttered, sliding around her body, opening the door, than walking away casually…

Tiffany's POV

He just walked away, so casually... Leaving me standing at the door, heart pounding, lips pulsing, wanting more of his body.

Notes

oooh, what'll happen next?