Ruining Me~On Hold

Jane's P.O.V
I don't know what it is about the first day of school. There is so much anticipation in the air you can taste it, and even I'm not immune. Keeping my eyes down, I walk directly to my first period class. I'm one of the first students to arrive in homeroom. My teacher, Mrs. Lane, glances up when I walk in, and greets my with a smile.
"Well, Miss Jane Stephens. How was your summer?"
"Fine," I answer and smile back.
Walking to the back of the class room, I grab a desk and drop my book bag beside it. Pretty soon, the class starts to fill up, and the gossip of summer beings. I take notice when Niall walks in the room, but thankfully, there are no seats near me. Bowing my head, I grab my notebook and prepare for class. I've learned that keeping to myself is easier if I just avoid looking at anyone. Mrs. Lane finally starts talking, and before I know it, the bell rings and first period is over. I'm able to slip out without having to talk with Niall.
I head straight to my second period class, Biology. As I enter the room, I glance up and see Zayn Malik sitting in the back. Zayn is the average high school bad boy with his dark shaggy hair, intensely dark chocolate eyes, and a long lanky frame. His black faded skinny jeans are painted on him, and his band's name, The Mavs, stands out against his black t-shirt. His rock star image is completed with piercings in his eyebrow and lip, and tattoos running the length of both arms. I'm pretty sure that his glazed look has something more to do with what he smoked this morning and not that his hand probably played somewhere downtown until late last night.
His eyes brighten when he notices me, and shoots me a sexy grin. Trying to get m attention, he nods his head toward the seat next to him. I pointedly roll my eyes and take a seat on the other side of the room. There was a time that I thought taking control of my life meant controlling who I slept with. My friend conquest was Zayn. He flirted with my for years, and the moment Harry and I were over, he quickly moved in. Zayn and his lifestyles became like my drug of choice, and he loved corrupting me almost a little too much.
I can feel his eyes burning into my the entire class. In the couple of months I spent as his "friend with benefits," I learned the advantage of dating the bay boy. Unfortunately, that also included learning that even high school hand lead singers have groupies. I can be easy, but I don't share, and Zayn learned that lesson a little too late. When the bell finally rins, I gather my books and stuff them in my bag.
"How was your summer, Jay?"
His voice is low and sexy. Damn those dark eyes. I stand up and look at him.
"Great. Thanks for asking."
I walk out of the class room and can hear him following right behind me.
"Did you not get the little messages I send to you?"
I stop suddenly and whirl around to face him. Does he have to be so freaking hot? Stepping towards him and looking directly into his eyes, I placed my pointed finger into his chest.
"Yes, I did, and I need you to be les stalkerish. Now, grow the fuck up and move on Zayn! You cheated on me. Remember?"
He winces, and pain fills his dark eyes. For a moment, I think he may regret what happened. "Damn, Jay. It's almost been a year. I messed up. Just let that shit die. I want you to watch us play."
Rolling my eyes, I turn to walk away. I feel his hand circle my wrist, and he gently tubs me back around and pulls me closer.
"I wouldn't mind if you want to stay the night afterwards either. I'm sure we could think of something to do."
"Dream on rock star, my groupie days are over."
This time, when I turn to walk away, he lets go. I hear him chuckle, and I groan. He's just too sexy for my own good. It's getting harder and harder to turn him away, but I think that's his plan. He's slowly wearing me down.

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