(A/N: Warning- unedited)
Teamwork makes the DreamWorks
"Alright listen up children!" Ms Butler clapped her beautiful hands, trying to get everyone's attention. She had really dainty hands, which was more than I could say for my own. It was my second day already but I still hadn't gotten used to how noisy this class was. Turned out, English AP wouldn't end up being my only favourite. From the moment I stepped into my Chem class the previous day, and saw the teacher, I knew that that class was going to be my favourite. But when I stepped into Math, I got the same feeling too. I made a few friends in each class too, surprisingly so considering I was as antisocial as I was. No one seemed to pick up on that anyway, and seemed to think I was this happy bubbly and totally social person. Yesterday had flown by very quickly and today felt like a continuation of the previous day. Meet new people, meet new teachers. I actually found that I fit in quite easily, although my definite friend was Priscilla. None of the other classes ( Chemistry, Geometry, Spanish) I'd attended where half as loud as this one. There was always some sort of buzz in the air, and so far English Lit looked like the most fun class. Ms Butler placed a cardboard box onto my desk. "Please hand these out," she smiled briefly at me. I nodded, standing. I took out a stack of books from the box, my grin almost splitting my face in half when I saw the title Wuthering Heights on the covers. I was a die hard classic novels fan and although Wuthering Heights wasn't exactly my favourite, I'd read it before and it was nice. I envied Catherine and Heathcliff's fierce love, although I didn't see myself loving someone that much. I began handing out the books, barely looking at anyone's face as I did. That was probably the reason that I didn't realise that I'd reached his desk until he spoke. "I don't want that," Zayn nodded at the book frozen mid air in my hand.
"Ms Butler said I must give everyone," I replied, the confusion clear in my voice.
"I'm not going to read it anyway so what's the point of giving it to me?" His tone was calm but annoyed.
"Then why are you here?" The question was out of my mouth before I could stop it. And I instantly regretted. His eyes widened before he quickly hid any trace of emotion in them.
"Look I don't think you know me-"
"You're right, I don't know you. So save us both the trouble and take the book," I slammed the book on his desk and moved on to the next person before he could say anything. Great, it was my second day and I'd already made an enemy out of the handsome class bully. I really needed to work on my attitude. I settled back in my chair a few minutes later. "Does everyone have the book?" Ms Butler asked me and I couldn't help but glance back at Zayn. He happened to be looking in my direction and our eyes met for a split second. But it wasn't romantic or breathtaking as the novels often describe such encounters. It was him telling me to watch my back, and I wasn't stupid enough to miss that. But even then, I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous he was. I turned back to the teacher and nodded. "This here, is Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. I need you guys to go home and read these books and then discuss them with your partner, before you write me a proper book report."
I raised my hand and Ms Butler nodded for me to speak. "Who are our partners?"
"Bitch," Zayn disguised the word with a cough but everyone but Ms Butler heard him. The class quietly giggled. I turned to glare at him and was met head on with his glare. I didn't know who this kid thought he was, but he wasn't scary. Not one bit, in fact, I'd dealt with worse( Or so I thought). "I have a bowl of the boys' names here, you girls are going to pick out a name and that name you pick is your partner. Camilla, why don't you start?" Butler held out the bowl of names to me. I reached into the bowl and took out a neatly folded piece of paper. She seemed to really like me, I remember thinking. I dug in for awhile for good measure ( I was secretly making sure I didn't get anyone I didn't like- that didn't work now, did it) My heart almost stopped when I saw which name was hidden in the paper. It was like the universe wanted me dead and I wished the earth would just open up and swallow me then vomit me back up after all of this. ZAYN MALIK.
I
was fuming and felt personally wronged somehow. Just my luck that I'd end up stuck with the annoying bully. I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. I narrowed my own eyes just as he narrowed his, before I looked ahead again.
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A/N
Heyy there!! How are you?!!? I hope you had an okay if not great day. I really hope you're enjoying the story so far. Again, I just want to remind you that this is my first ever story on Wattpad so........it's not too great. Please vote and share and comment. Thank you so much for giving my story a shot. I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really appreciate it.
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