Chapter 4: Classes.

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"Wake up!" Kayla jumps on me.

"Ow get your fat ass off me," I groan annoyed.

"Nope!" she yells. "Today is our fist day at University here in England, so get up!"

"What time is it?"

"Nine O'clock" She says in a posh English accent. I cuss under my breath and get up.

I take a quick shower and put some jeans on and a simple top. I straighten my blonde hair out. It is only slightly wavy so it doesn't take long. I put some mascarar, eye liner, and concealer on. Since my face is naturally clear I only put the concealer under my eyes to brighten them up.

When I'm ready, I grab my book bag and keys. While I wait for Kayla to finish I make her a cup of coffee and me a cup of tea. I have never liked hot coffee much, but ice coffee is amazing.

"Ready to go?" Kayla asks coming out of the bathroom. Her light brown hair is in waves and she is barely wearing make up. She still looks amazing though.

"Yep" I nod. "I made you your cup of coffee" I hand her the cup and we proceed out the door.

I have a car here in England but I have yet learned to drive on the opposite side of the roads. So we are stuck walking. It's not far or anything so it's not bad. Infact, I like the cool morning air of the UK.

We soon reach the University and say our goodbyes. She has totally different classes then me today. I check my schedule and begin walking to class which is psychology. One of my favorites.

The class is about half way filled so far and chatter could be heard. I make my way about halfway down the rows and take a seat. As I wait patiently for the professor to show up someone taps my shoulder.

"Is this seat taken?" A deep accent asks. It's not British though nor Irish.

"No" I smile up at the boy. He has brown hair and hazel eyes. He offers me a kind smile that I return.

"American, huh?" he asks taking the seat next to me.

"Yep" I nod. "And you're from..?"

"Australia, I have lived here for about five years now."

"Really? I just moved here. It is a beautiful place."

"Yes it is," he agrees and looks for something in his bag. As he does that an idea pops up in my head. A stupid, noisy idea.

"Uh, could I ask you a question?" he looks up and nods at me to continue. "I was just wondering do you, um, know Zayn Malik?"

"Why are you asking about him?" he looks at me suspiciously.

"No reason, I just heard a lot of stuff about him," I shrug.

"Well he is one of the youngest most successful guy in business here in London."

"That's all?"

"No he also in one of the most dangerous gangs here. He is cold and heartless, a big reason why he is so successful." the guy continues.

"How does that have a factor in his success?" I proceed in asking question.

"No one ever says no to him or his gang."

Just as I was about to ask more the professor walks in. I sigh and put my full attention on the lecture. I don't even know why I asked. It's not like I'll ever see him again.

We are suppose to have dinner or go out Wednesday, but I don't plan on going. Especially since everyone seems to be afraid of him. If he is dangerous then I don't want to be associated with him.

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