Our Modern Fairytale (ZM) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18.

Another update as a new year gift from me. :)

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I groan, keeping my head down and covering my face with my leather jacket, waiting for the maths period to end. Mr. Friar has continuously been teaching, explaining some weird formulas which I can't even understand-scratch that, no one can understand. Jeremy, my class mate asked Mr. Friar to explain the formula again and only ended up getting a detention from Mr. Friar. He seems pissed today. I didn't even see Zayn in our maths class today. Wonder where he is. Sure we both were together in our other classes but I guess he is bunking our maths class. Yesterday after Go-Karting and embarrassingly bouncing with some older couples and those flirty teenage girls who were of course drooling over at Zayn, he finally dropped me back home. I have to admit, yesterday was amazing. For the first time in my life, I can say that I really enjoyed.  And it was all because of him; who kept giving me confidence.

My hands stop moving and I keep my pencil at the side, huffing after noticing the tattoo of Zayn's hand drawn again on my note book. I don't know what I find in that flower tattoo of his, that I unconsciously keep on drawing it. It's just a simple rose shaped flower drawn on the back on his hand, which I find quite attractive.

Abel, the girl sitting beside me snaps me out of my thoughts, gesturing towards the empty class. "Class is over," she says and I embarrassingly nod, thanking her and leaving the class, adjusting my bag on my shoulder as I make my way to my locker.

I wonder if I still have those new letters in my locker since I didn't attend the school for a whole week. Even after discharging from the hospital, I was unable to attend my school.

Opening my locker, my eyes land on a neatly folded piece of paper resting on my notebook. A slight smile finds it's way on my lips and I open the letter, ready to read what the writer says this time.

To Maire,

Aren't you somethin' to admire?
'Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror
And I can't help but notice
You reflect in this heart of mine
If you ever feel alone and
The glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I'm always parallel on the other side.

-Your Secret Admirer.

Thinking about these words, they bring goosebumps on my skin. My thoughts get interrupted when I hear some unique ringtone ringing from my bag. Furrowing my eyebrows together, I search for any kind of gadget in my bag when my hand touches something hard. Pulling it out of my bag, I notice a shiny black Iphone 6+ in my hand.

Oh my God!

My eyes widen as I stare at the ringing phone in shock. What is this thing doing in my bag? I swear to God, I didn't steal anything. Sure I don't have a phone anymore, but that doesn't mean I'll steal one.