Zayn parked his Mercedes in the school parking lot, putting the vehicle in park, then taking off his seat belt. He turned off the vehicle, grabbing his phone, keys, and his bag. After he had his bag around him, he opened the door, exiting the vehicle. He closes the drivers' door, then went straight to the back door, opening it. He grabbed the four bags of tie dying materials that he bought. Closing the door with his hip, he placed the bags on top of the roof so he could grab his keys and lock the door. Once he locked it, he grabbed the bags again, walking towards the entrance of the school.
The previous night, Zayn made a trip to Walmart so he could tie dye equipment for the classes. He brought four big bottles of dye for each color of the rainbow (black too), rubber bands, bags, and some extra t-shirts (small, medium, and large), in case somebody wanted to dye but didn't bring anything to dye. He bought everything with his money, which cost him a pretty penny, but he didn't really mind. He wanted his class to be fun, and if he had to spend money himself, then he would.
He arrived at the school earlier so he could bring the things in and get everything set up on the tables, also so avoid as many students as possible. He didn't want, nor would he like, students to watch as he would struggle to bring everything in at once. Zayn didn't have much muscles.
Yeah, Zayn thought, I need to go to a gym.
Zayn barely could get the door opened to the school, and once he did, he stepped inside of the bright building. Luckily, he came early enough that there weren't any buses, so that meant that there weren't any teenagers at school. He knew back in high school that everyone that drove come usually after 7:30. Zayn gradually made his way towards and up the stairs, the weight of the bags weighing him down a little bit.
He definitely needed to go to the gym.
Once he semi-successfully got up the stairs (he ended up dropping some things out of the bags, resulting in him pouting and going back down them), he made his way towards his classroom, making sure not to distract himself so the repeat of the previous day couldn't happen again. Once he was in front of the classroom door, he carefully sat the Walmart bags down on the ground, making sure didn't anything fall out, and pulled his keys out of his pocket. Once he got them, he found the room door key, stuck it into the keyhole, and twisted it to the side, unlocking the door. He took the keys back out of the lock and stuck them in his pocket. He bent down and picked up the bags all at once, causing him to groan when he came back up cause of the weight. He hurriedly made his way inside of the classroom, going over to his desk. He placed the bags down and let out a forced huff, reminding himself to check to see if his apartment building has a gym.
He took his phone and keys out of his pocket, placing the two items on top of his desk. He then removed his bag off of his shoulder, placing that on the ground. Removing his jacket, Zayn placed the leather piece of clothing on the back of his chair. He grabbed the two bags full with dye and took them to the table in the back of the room so he could start getting set up. He later came back for the bags of shirts and rubber bands, taking them to the back table as well.
Zayn started to remove the dyes from the bag, placing them down on the table. Coming up with an idea, he went over to a cabinet aligning the walls of the room, and took out mini bottles, eight trays, three boxes of gloves, paper towels, a funnel and a stack of old newspaper. He took them to the table in the back, placing them all on top of it. He opened the middle sized gloves box, taking two out to put them on. He opened the bottles of dye that he had, opened the mini bottles and put the funnel inside of it. He took the bottles of dye and started to pour them inside of the miniature bottles to make sharing easier for the assignment.
Zayn started filling up the bottles, placing them inside of the aluminum trays after wiping the sides of them, for the fact if some leaked out of them they wouldn't get on the tables. Zayn was almost finished with all of the bottles until a voice interrupted him.
"Looking good there," the voice called out, causing Zayn to jump and to waist some of the dye on the table. He quickly got a paper towel to wipe the mess, not wanting them to stain the tables. After he cleaned up the mess, he turned around to see Justin gingerly walking towards him. Zayn found himself growing nervous, the urge to scratch his now warm body hitting him, but he couldn't, seeing as he had gloves on, and they had dye on them.
"U-uh, uhm," Zayn stuttered, grabbing the edges of the table in attempt to calm himself down. Justin, now amused, still made his way towards Zayn, his eyes burning straight into Zayns'. He knew what he was doing, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. "T-thanks."
Justin raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Why so nervous, Mr. Malik?" Justin asked in a low, raspy voice, causing Zayn's warm body to shiver. The way that his name easily rolled of Justin's tongue did things to him. "It's just me, Justin. No need to be nervous."
That still didn't calm Zayn's nerves though. He's been in a lot of uncomfortable situations like he is now, but this one was way different than those. The thought of what happened yesterday at the coffee shop was burning in his mind, and he anxiously wanted to ask Justin what had happened, but he knew he couldn't do that. That was a breach of business, and he didn't know if it would make the man upset or not.
"U-uhm, y-you're right," Zayn stumbled out, a blush creepy unto his face. Justin raised an eyebrow as to asking really? Zayn quickly turned around to the table, suddenly finding interest in the brown solid.
"What 'cha working on?" Justin asked in a normal, curious voice. Zayn snapped his head towards the older man, who was now standing beside him, and he looked at him with bewilderment before his eyes widened.
T-the jerk! He knew what he was doing to me! Zayn yelled at himself internally
Zayn pouted then looked down, and Justin looked down just in time to see the mans look. He couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face, the sight in front of him nothing but pure adorable. He couldn't help but to wish at that moment that he could paint people-just for the fact to capture such a beautiful sight.
"Err," Zayn started, then winced. Justin sent him a worried look, but that went away once he figured out the reason why he was wincing. The younger teacher didn't want to stutter, and he knew he was going to anyways. "M-my classes a-are going to be tie dying t-today. 'M just getting everything set up so all t-they'll have to do is get started a-after I give them instructions."
"Hmm," Justin hummed in approval, nodding his head. He was surprised to see the art teacher doing things like this so soon, but he figured that it was fun so why not. In his class, he had just given them an essay to do, so those same students that had Zayn could relieve some stress after coming out such a class, doing an assignment like they were doing. "That's interesting. Mind if I help?" Justin asked, causing Zayn to snap his head up and stare at the older man with wide eyes. Justin quickly added, "Setting up, of course."
Zayn looked at the main curiously, wondering as to why he wanted to help him. He means, he appreciates the fact that he would like to help, but he couldn't help but to wonder, what did he think he was going to get out of this? Surely he wanted something, and Zayn didn't know if he would be able to give them man anything he'd want in return.
Zayn shrugged his shoulders before going over to open the large gloves box, taking two of them out. He handed them to Justin, who told him thank you, and threw on the gloves. Zayn slide the three big bottles of tie dye left over, and the rest of the miniature bottles that he had over to Justin. "D-do you mind filling the rest of these up?" He asked Justin.
Justin shook his head, sending Zayn a smile, relaxing the younger teacher nerves. Zayn couldn't help but to send him a smile back, before getting the rest of the table prepared for the classes.
"Ah shit," Justin mumbled, causing Zayn to snap his attention towards him. When he looked down, he saw that Justin had already wasted dye. As much as he wanted to be mad, Zayn couldn't help the giggle that bypassed his mouth. Justin looked at him and pouted. "It's not funny," he grumbled out like a child. Zayn tried his best not to, but he couldn't stop the laugh that managed to break free.
Justin couldn't help but to look at the younger teacher in awe, happy with the sight before him. This is the most Zayn has been carefree in front of him, and he couldn't help but to smile.
When Zayn managed to calm down his laughing, he looked at Justin and smiled. "S-sorry."
Justin smirked. "It's okay," he responded, reaching over Zayn to grab a paper towel to wipe the mess. When he reached over, he brushed Zayn's hands, sending tingles down the little guys' body. Zayn gasped and quickly pulled his hand away, looking up at the man with wide eyes. What the hell was that?
When Zayn pulled away, Justin looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. "Are you okay?" He asked.
He didn't feel that. Zayn said to himself.
He didn't know rather that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"U-uh," Zayn stuttered, then sighed, giving up on life. "Nothing," he mumbled.
Justin looked at his curiously, then shrugged his shoulders, dismissing what happened. He grabbed the paper towels, tore about five of them off, then placed them back down. He wiped the mess that he made, then sat the paper towels to the side, starting back to pore the dyes.
Since then they started preparing the table for the tie dye project. While Justin poured the dyes, Zayn spreads the newspaper on the table, covering it all up. After that, he placed the other materials down, neat of course. Zayn could stand messy.
Once Justin finished pouring the dyes in the small bottles, the two of them threw the bottles in the trash. They then placed the miniature bottles in the eight trays, the same colors in each one. They then put the trays on the table, making sure they were all neat and organized. Well, Zayn that was. Justin didn't really care.
It seemed like they finished just in time, because after they had the final tray on the table, the bell rang, causing Zayn to jump. Justin chuckled at the little man, which cause Zayn cheeks to turn red and look away.
Wanting to see the man face, Justin walked up to him, cupping his cheek, gently moving his head up to his. Zayn gasped, starring the older man straight in the eyes.
"U-uh, err," Zayn stumbled over his words. Justin raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing all over his face. "T-thanks for helping me."
Justin pulled his hand away, placing it on Zayn's shoulder. "Anytime. Whenever you need help, just ask."
Double meanings means a lot.
"Uh, okay?" Zayn responded dubiously.
Justin chuckled at the naive man, pulling his hand away. "I'll see you later Mr. Bieber," he said.
Zayn nodded his head, and Justin took that as his dismissal. Justin made his way towards the doorway, where students was now entering the room at. Some greeted Justin, even though they were confused to why the man was in there, which he returned.
Seeing the student's arrival, Zayn went up to his desk and pulled out the tie dye guides, closing the drawer afterwards. He went around the classroom, placing six on each available desk. While going around students greeted the teacher, which he shyly returned.
By the time he finished passing them out, the bell rang, and the seats were all filled up. Students quieted down as the teacher went over to shut the door, and once he did he went back to his desk, sitting down at his chair. From there, he called attendance, marking off absent and present students. After he did that, he got up from his desk, moving to the front of it, sitting on the edge.
"Good morning class," he started, receiving good mornings and mornings in response. "Well, I hope you guys have brought your clothing items, because today we are going to be tie dying. I've left a packet of what to do and different design choices that you could do as well. I-If you need me to help, just let me know. I have an example-," Zayn stopped talking right then and there, remembering the shirt that he made a couple of months back. He went over to his bag and pulled out the shirt, unfolding it and showing it to the class.
"This is a shirt that I made a couple of months back." Zayn showed the shirt that he made. It consisted of of a blue, red, and green pattern, forming a ying yang design. It took him quite sometime, and he didn't recommend students in his class to do it, but if they wanted to, they could. "This design was a little more time consuming, but if you're up for the challenge then go for it. W-We will be working on the tie dye for the rest of the week. There are some t-shirts on the table if anybody didn't buy, or have any clothing item, so you guys could get one if needed. Now, how about one person from each table go to the back and get one bottle of each color of tie dye and take them, then after that everybody should gets gloves and five rubber brands, yeah?" He asked. The students responded with yes sir, and immediately he saw one person from each table going to the back. After the first round of people got up and got the dye, then Zayn dismissed each table to go back and get them gloves. Once everybody had their gloves, Zayn allowed the students to start to get to work, most immediately opening their packets of instructions.
Zayn went around the classroom and helped the teenagers in need. At some points, Zayn found himself laughing and smiling at students when they did as well. He helped when teens asked for it, helping them get the design that they wanted. He watched as students in his classroom started their tie dying assignments, watching as they grab the dye and applied them to their shirt. Zayn himself didn't tie dye, but it was fun for him to go through the class and help the teenagers.
Yeah, Zayn said to himself. I got this.
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After Zayn's first few periods, it was lunchtime.
His classes went great today, seeing as he gave them a fun assignment to do. There wasn't really anything that happened, just tie dying. Zayn would help out the students that needed his help, and he would bond with them. He helped the students that needed it, watch as they created their tie dye. Zayn informed all of the classes that they would be doing it all week if he didn't run out of dye, so he allowed people to bring another item to tie dye if they wanted to. If they didn't then they could just sit around, observing or doing another class work.
Once Zayn lunch hit, he just stayed in his classroom like he's been doing. There was a little part of him wishing for a certain someone, more specifically a certain teacher, to join him during his lunch, but he knew that Justin had other responsibilities as a teacher. That, or he probably was eating lunch with his other friends that Zayn was sure that the teacher had. He didn't know why, but the mere thought of that sent a pang of hurt to his heart, sending him into a depressing state. He spent part of his lunch moping around, texting his best friends, trying not to let his thoughts effect him.
Until Jericho walked into his classroom.
Since Zayn usually kept his door open during lunch, Jericho just knocked on the wooden frame of the door to catch the teachers' attention. Zayn snapped his head towards the student, and once he saw him, it was like his depression sided for a little. He told the student to come in, causing Jericho to send him a smile and walk inside of the classroom. He took off his backpack and sat down, opening the bag to pull out his binder. Zayn noticed the student didn't have his lunch today.
Since Zayn didn't bring much for lunch, he was already finished, so once the student asked for his help, he went straight over to the seat to help him. It was the same thing as the previous day, chemistry, so Zayn didn't have much trouble helping the student. Zayn guided the student throughout the problems, explaining them the best he could without giving Jericho the answer, but extolled the student once he figured it out. Zayn would send the student smiles after each one he got right, which Jericho would return.
All Zayn could see in Jericho was a shy, introvert student that needed somebody to talk to; to be there for him and to help him.
Once the lunch dismissal bell rang, Jericho got out of his seat, thanking the teacher as he made his way out of the classroom. Zayn heart felt warm every time he would help the young guy; glad he could be to his service.
After the tardy bell rang, Zayn spent the rest of the time that he had preparing for his next class. He cleaned all the tables, put materials to their respected spots, making sure everything was nice and neat. Even though he was sure that his next period was going to come and destroy the class, he didn't mind cleaning up again. He ended up having to find more newspapers and gloves, seeing as the newspapers all had dye on them and he ran out of most of the gloves. Once he did, he set the things up back to the way he had them before. After that, he went around the classroom, straightening up anything that looked out of place. Once he finished, he sat down at his desk, relaxing until his next period.
Zayn relaxation didn't last too long, because the bell rang, snapping the teacher out of state, causing him to groan. He must've been hit with a wave of tiredness, because that was all he was feeling at the moment. He got up from his desk, then went to the front of it, leaning against it. He watched as the seniors poured into his class, barely sending the teacher a glance, just heading towards their desk. Zayn waved at the students that did greet him as they came in, going to their desk as well. When Zayn looked towards the students already in his room, he noticed most already had their item that they were going to tie dye out. Zayn couldn't help but to scoff, internally laughing at the fact that his students actually wanted to work.
Once the tardy bell rang, Zayn went over to close his door. Unlike the pervious days he has been working there, they went quiet. Zayn raised an eyebrow, but dismissed it, deciding not to question. Besides, he already knew the reason.
He went over to his desk, called attendance, marking down the students. After he did that, he went back to the front of his desk, leaned on it, getting ready to explain the assignment to his students.
Once he started explaining, he informed the class like he did his earlier periods, that they were going to tie dye and that the materials were in the back, and what they should or should not do. He also showed them the shirt that he made a while ago, noticing some students intently looking at it.
Just then he noticed that Dimitrius was sitting by Jericho, who was fiddling his thumbs nervously, obviously uncomfortable. Zayn eyes widened, and he swore he could feel Jericho nervousness. The dark teenager looked Zayn straight in the eyes, his faced showing impatientness.
When explaining, there was a knock at Zayn's classroom door, causing Zayn to stop what he was saying and for his eyebrows to furrow? Who was it?
He went and opened his door, and once he saw who it was his eyes widened.
Justin was standing there, smirking down at the young teacher, his arms crossed. He was completely dressed differently than he was earlier, now sporting a white t-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. It wasn't what he was wearing that caught Zayn's attention, no. It was the history teachers bulging tattoo'd biceps. Zayn couldn't help but to look at the tattoos, internally cursing the inventions of long sleeves that Justin usually wore.
"M-Mr. Bieber?" Zayn asked hesitantly. "W-what are you doing here?"
Justin completely ignored the younger male question, stepping inside of the classroom. He then clapped his hands together, then raised his hands in a childlike manner, being the dork he was "I'm going to tie dye with you guys!"
Once Justin said that, students clapped their hands, glad that once of the coolest teachers at the school was joining, while Zayn just looked at the man like he'd grown two heads.
"B-but, don't you have your own class?" The British man asked dumbfounded.
Justin smirked at him. "Did you forget? I don't have a class this period, Mr. Malik."
Zayn wanted to argue the teacher not to say, he really did, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was obvious that his students wanted the teacher in the class, and well, if that what they wanted in order for them to be happy, Zayn was willing to give it to him.
"O-ok," he gave in. Justin smiled brightly at the young teacher, stepping farther into the classroom. Zayn sighed, closing the door.
"Anyways, like I was saying, the materials are all on the back table, and if you guys have any questions, don't be scared to ask. Now, you guys may-"
Zayn was cut off by the Canadian teacher. "Aren't you guys to join us, Mr. Malik?" He asked. Truth was he knew that the art teacher probably wasn't going to join, hearing from students that shared the two classes that he didn't, but that didn't mean Justin wasn't not going to push him to.
What usually irritated Zayn didn't this time, and that was obviously because of his nervousness. "W-what?" Zayn asked him. Once what Justin asked registered in his head, he shook his head repeatedly. "N-no. This isn't an assignment for my students." And I guess now you, Mr. Bieber.
"Aww c'mon, Mr. Malik," Justin whined, pouting at the younger man. Students stared at Justin wide eyes, surprised that the history teacher was begging. No matter what it was, they've never seen the teacher beg for anything. "Tie dye with us! Me!" He exclaimed, adding emphasis on me.
Zayn was about to refuse again, but the the chanting of his students saying join, yeah, and Mr. Malik stopped him.
The younger teacher sighed, giving. "Alright," he mumbled, causing a heart snatching grin to break out on Mr. Bieber's face.
Zayn unbuttoned his dress shirt, not wanting it to get stained with tie dye, because a designer dress shirt like he had on cost a pretty penny. Once he undid the button, he took it off, leaving him in a t-shirt. Zayn then heard gasp flying around the room, causing him to look up. Most of his students were gawking wide eyed at the teacher, surprised with the sight that they were given. Confused, Zayn looked over to Justin, who was shameless raking the British lads' body.
Zayn found himself growing nervous under the intense gaze. "W-what?" He stumbled out.
"We had no idea you had tattoos, Mr. Malik," a female student shouted, causing Zayn to look up at the students, picking with his lip.
Zayn usually covered up his tattoos. Not that he was ashamed of them or anything, he just wanted to look more professional at work.
"Yeah," he mumbled, then smiled, dismissing the topic. "Alright, you guys can get started."
As soon as he said that, students got up from their table to get the dye. Once they had it, Zayn dismissed each table to go get rubber bands and gloves, Justin as well.
Before Zayn did anything, he made sure that his students were on the right track. He went around, answering questions and helping students that needed it, mostly helping them get the pattern that they wanted.
After he was sure that everyone were doing the right thing, he went over to the table and grabbed gloves, a medium t-shirt, and rubber bands. He then went over to the table that Justin was at, sitting his stuff beside the teacher who already had dyes.
Once he heard Zayn sit the stuff down, Justin looked at the art teacher, smiling. Zayn felt his heart flutter, trying the best to ignore the feeling. "Mind helping me? I don't have instructions, so you're the next best thing."
Zayn felt his cheeks grow red, slowly nodding his head. He then moved closed to Justin, and started explaining things to him. Justin decided to go for a spiral design, and Zayn helped the history teacher get started. Zayn unconsciously put his hand over Justin, spinning the middle of the shirt. Once they finished that, Zayn grabbed rubber bands, helping Justin put them over the shirt.
After that was finished, Zayn looked up at Justin, who was smiling down at the teacher. Zayn found himself smiling back, like he couldn't even help it. When he looked down, he noticed that his small hands were still over Justin's, quickly pulling them back, cheeks turning bright.
"S-sorry," Zayn stumbled back, going over to his side of the table.
"It's okay," Justin responded, looking down at the shirt smiling. He wishes that he could admit to the younger teacher that he liked it, but that would've been inappropriate and unprofessional.
Zayn got his design going, getting to work on his lshirt. Zayn went for a more advanced design seeing as he knew more- not saying that the others didn't. Zayn grabbed the different dyes, putting them in the sectioned off sections of the shirt. Zayn went mostly for bright colors, considering he was a bright person. Zayn lost himself as he started to tie dye, not noticing what was going around in his surroundings.
That was until dye got on him.
Zayn looked down to see that blue dye had found its way on the shirt that Zayn wearing, causing him to pout.
"Awe," he said out loud. At least he wasn't wearing his dress shirt.
Zayn ignored it, thinking that it was himself (even though he had green dye) that put the dye on the shirt. He then went back to work on the semi tie dyed shirt, pouring the dye on the item.
That was until dye found its way on him again.
And this time, it was red.
Zayn gapped, causing the culprit beside him to laugh. Zayn snapped his attention up to Justin, who couldn't control his laughter. Zayn noticed that the teacher was holding red dye, causing Zayn eyes to widened.
"W-why did you do that?" Zayn whispered yelled. Justin soon was able to stop laughing, and once he did, he smirked at the confused British guy.
"It's not that bad," Justin feigned mused, shrugging his shoulders. "See." Before Zayn could notice what was happening, Justin had already put some more dye on Zayn's shirt. Once he did comprehend, he gasped, catching most student's attention. "There. Looking good, Mr. Bieber."
Zayn looked up to see Justin's smug look on his face. He wanted nothing more but to wipe it off.
Hmm, if he wanted to do this, two could play that game. Zayn thought.
Zayn quickly grabbed the green dye that he was holding, squirting some at Justin's shirt. Justin gasped at the art teacher, who was now wearing the smug look.
Justin smirked deviously, grabbing another dye. Game on.
Justin squirted both of the dyes at Zayn shirt, causing the younger man to squeal. Justin couldn't control his laughter. Zayn reached over to the table and grabbed another dye, squirting it Justin as well.
The two supposed to be mature adults were now in a full on dye war, squirting the dyes at each other shirts, careful not to get any other part of their body. The students, who stopped working on their projects to see what was going on, attentions were now on the teachers, and they couldn't help but to laugh. The two adults squirted dyes at each other until they were all out.
The shirts that they were wearing were now filled with the dye. Since they were aiming at nothing in particular, just the shirts, the managed to create an ugly looking color. Once the two men looked down at the shirt and saw what they looked out, they couldn't help but to burst out into laughter.
Justin couldn't help but to admire the younger teachers laugh. It fitted the British lad well, especially for his looks. He never heard Zayn in the few days he has known him laugh so carelessly, like he didn't care who was around him and who heard. He knew that the art teacher usually held himself back when it came to stuff, so he couldn't help but to admire it.
Once they both stopped laughing, the two idiots looked up into each other eyes, smiling brightly. Zayn didn't know what it was about the teacher that gave him the serenity that he wanted. For a moment, he came out of his shell, and it was all because of the history teacher standing in front of him.
And that didn't last long.
"You fucking idiot! You got dye on me!" A voice shouted, catching everyone's attention. Zayn identified it as Dimitrius, and he quickly snapped back into his shell. He heard the clash of chairs, causing him and Justin to rush to see what was going on. When they made it to the back of the classroom, Zayn gasped at the sight in front of him. Jericho was laid out on the floor, a scary looking Dimitrius over looming over him.
"I-I'm s-sorry! I-I d-didn't m-m-mean t-too!" Jericho cried out, his back hurting from the contact with the ground.
Justin rushed over, grabbing Dimitrius by the side of his shirt, spending him around. "Office! Now!" Justin shouted in the student face, jaws now clenched and face burning with rage. Dimitrius, jaws clenched as well, bumped shoulders with the teacher, grabbing his stuff off the ground and storming away. He opened the door, slamming it behind him while heading to the office, the sound of the door echoing the silent classroom.
Zayn rushes over to Jericho, bends down, hoping to comfort the student. He looked down to see that his favorite student was in tears, repeating over and over again that he didn't mean to. Zayn heart broke at the sight. He knew that Jericho was having a panic attack.
Zayn took the student in his arm, bringing Jericho close to his chest as he let out a sob. "It's okay. We know you didn't mean to."
The bell rang, snapping everyone attention away from the crying student. Justin, taking over the class, tells the students to put their name on a sheet of paper and to lay it on the side of their tie dye, then to get out. Once the students did that, they left the classroom, leaving the three people inside of the classroom.
Justin went over to the two that were on the ground, and he couldn't help the pang of sadness once he saw the two. "I'm going to go to the office and deal with Dimitrius. I'll be back later."
Zayn nodded his head, still comforting the student. Justin made his way out of the classroom, thinking of ways to stay out of jail after murdering a student who ruined a great moment that he was having.
Zayn allowed Jericho to stay in his classroom until he calmed down. Once he did, he embarrassingly thanked the teacher for comforting him. Zayn smiled at the student, going over to his desk to get a note for a student. After he written it, he gave it to Jericho, who wiped the remainder of tears in his eyes away, walking out of the classroom.
Zayn knew that Jericho was going to get picked for what happened, and he made it his duty to stop that.
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So um, that was, sad.
I feel sorry for Jericho. He's my fav. :( I kinda hate Dimitrius but he sort of has reasons.
At least Zustin had a moment thoughhh ;))))
We're getting into the real Zustin action soon. rust me when I say sexual tension is going to be a bitch between the two.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.
Questionsss:
What do you guys think happened to Dimitrius to make him so mean?
What do you guys think of Zustins little tie dye fight? i really wanted to add more details but I suck lmao xD
What do you guys look forward to seeing in this book? My goal is to make it 30+ chapters.
Here's something random: What's you guys favorite songs that are not by Justin or Zayn?? I kinda need more music to listen to x'D
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