Steph's POV

“Tiff, time to get up!” I smiled, sitting right on my friends bed. I was in such a great mood!

She opened her eyes slightly.

“What the shit?” She mumbled. “You always wake me up with a pillow and a screeching voice.”

“Well, today I’m not.” I smiled.

She closed my eyes for a second, but opened them wide up again a second later.

“DID YOU FUCK HARRY?”

I looked down. "What."

"You did, didn't you!?"

I looked at her sheepishly, then we both broke into giggles.

"Was he good?" She asked, sitting up.

"Um, yes! He's like the size of jupiter!"

She let out an “oooooh." "How long did it last?"

"long enough." I smiled.

"Go girl!" She laughed.

“Now, GET UP WE HAVE 10 MINUTES.” I yelled.

Tiffany's POV

After my normal morning routine, I got to class looking like crap, as always.

I slept through my first two classes, got woken up by two strangers and got yelled at by all my teachers.

Same shit.

“Just because you’re at this school on an extra-curricular scholarship, doesn’t mean you can screw up in your normal classes!”

But they were wrong. You see, the university I went to has a rule that, if you were on an extra-curricular scholarship, e.g. dance, drama, singing, music etc. Then you couldn’t get expelled or kicked out of the school by anyone except your teacher in your extra-curricular. And in dance class I was an angel, so I wasn’t going anywhere.

As I got out of German class, I was immediately wide awake, because I realised what I had next.

Physics.

On the way to class, I fixed my hair as such as possible and tried to make myself look presentable.

Walking into the room, Zayn was already sitting in our spot.

I smiled at him as confidently as I could as I sat next to him, shoving my bag under the bench.

“How are you sweet cheeks?” He rubbed my hand under the bench.

For some reason, the adrenaline in my body kicked in and I felt like a badass with Zayn.

“I’m like I was yesterday when you kissed me.”

He looked at me, slightly confused.

“You know it…” I anticipated.

He tilted his head.

“Good.” I smirked.

He laughed.

“Damn right.” He swept his hand on my thigh.

I flinch at the touch, but slowly relaxed.

Everyone around us is busy writing, and Miss Lattew has left the room.

“Imagine if you were mine…” Zayn said slowly.

“Pardon?” I looked at him.

He looked back at me like he never had before. His eyes were soft and inviting. Mischievous.
I thought about it for a moment, then looked at him again. “Yeah. Imagine.”

“I want to show you something.” He whispered.

“Go on then.” I replied.

“I can’t now. It’s not here.” He paused, looked around, then looked back.

“Come with me.” He grabbed me hand.

I looked around the room. Miss Lattew still wasn’t back.

“Now?” I asked him, unsure.

“Yeah.”

“But, that’s wagging. I-uh, What if we get caught?”

“We won’t.” He looked me in the eye, then held my chin gently with his hand. “Trust me. I’d never get you in trouble.” I saw a flash of evil in his eyes.

I liked this. I felt liberated.

Maybe rebelling with Zayn could be fun?

Instead of replying, I grabbed my bag and stood up.

“Let’s go.” I nodded.

Notes

You remember the old drill guys !

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