The rest of the week went by rather slowly and finally it was Friday. I'm glad because I can wear whatever I want. I didn't want to dress up so I just picked out leggings with a Supreme sweater and my black and white Roshe Runs.
I am getting to know my way around the school pretty well , I know all my classes by heart and barely need to use the map the secretary gave me on the first day. I got assigned a locker, so now I don't have to haul all my things with me anymore.
I'm at my locker putting away my Literature binder and pulling out my Psychology binder when Anna stops by and scares the hell out of me.
"Don't ever do that again. I'm serious."
I warn her and she just laughs and nods her head.
"You look cute today." Anna tells me as we're walking to our class.
"Thanks so do you." Anna is wearing black skinny jeans with printed Vans and a grey t-shirt. It's casual but really cute.
"I think you should reconsider about going to the party tonight."
Anna mentions and I make a face.
"Is this because of Zayn? Did he put you up to this?"
"No -no he didn't. This isn't because of Zayn. This is your first week being here so why not go to your first party here? Come on, it's not gonna be that bad. We could go together."
I huff and cross my arms.
"I'll think about it."
The bell rings and we walk into class and go to our seats. Zayn is already sitting down when I reach my seat.
He looks up from his phone and gives me a once over and trying not to smile.
I grab my binder and pen from my bookbag and begin to do my work that is assigned on the board. I work diligently for about what it feels like ten minutes without interruption, until Zayn nudges my elbow, which causes me to mess up on the word I'm currently on. I look up and glare but find him smiling sheepishly and mouthing sorry.
I look back at my work and cross a thin line across the word, he just had to fuck it up. I huff and begin to write again and he nudges my hand this time, but I lift up the pen in time so he doesn't mess me up. I slam my pen on the desk angrily and glare at him.
"What the fuck do you want?" I hiss quietly, to make sure the teacher or any one else can hear me.
"Have you made up your mind about coming to the party?" He whispers and leans in closely, his cologne filling me senses. God damn he smells good.
"Didn't I already tell you no? Do you want me to say it in Spanish? No." I lean away because if I'm too close I might just blurt out how good he smells.
He laughs loudly and Anna and a few other people look our direction and glare, but look a little jealous that I made Zayn laugh. I didn't even try.
"Just leave me alone" I say and try to continue my work, but I kind of enjoy having this conversation with him. But I'm not going to show it.
"Damn, who got your panties in a twist.?"
"You" I mumble and he smirks like a cocky motherfucker and I instantly realize what I just said, and mentally face palm myself.
"No, not like that. God you're so negative." I groan and he chuckles.
"I know, that's why the girls love me" He says proudly and I roll my eyes.
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