Chapter 2
*Angel's POV*
My blasted alarm rings.
It's Monday. Fantastic. School. I'm so excited. Woo. /sarcasm -.-
I dress for school. I'm wearing a red, off-shouldered, oversized sweater with shorts and black tights plus some black military boots. And...Yes I pay for my own clothes. Just saying. I'm wearing my hair down with a white lace headband. This looks okay I think?
My mum made pancakes from scratch for breakfast... She used the "miracle eggs" I call em'.
That sounds wrong. Wtf. Pervs!!!
Anyway, I call them that cause' that changed my point-of-view about guys. Not fully. But it changed alright. I finished my breakfast and kissed my mum goodbye.
I ride the bus to school and sit in the front seat with my best friend Camille. A random boy comes up to me for a high five, I high five back. He looks at me weird but smiles.
"Woah Angel? Taking high fives from dudes?" , She feels my forehead, "Are you sick or something cause that's really weird." She says raising one eyebrow.
"I'm okay. I'm just... Changing my view on guys you know? And I like your outfit," I smile.
Camille Vegas is wearing a heart-patterned collar blouse tucked in her dark denim skinny jeans. Her blonde hair's tied into a waterfall braid which looks really cute. She's the biggest fashionista ever.
"Wait... Uhm...Is your dad back or something?", she whispers.
"No, don't even mention that bitch's name.", I say, "Oops. Cursing so early in the morning; I'm sorry" I tell her.
"You hoe! Why are you acting nice all of a sudden? Haha! It's not like you don't curse all the time. Don't worry no one's important enough here that can ruin your "lady" image, haha, Anyways, what's this "I suddenly change my view on filthy boys thing?" she laughs.
It's true. I curse all the time. Except in school; a girl's gotta look presentable! ;)
"Hahaha... Nothing Camille!", Zayn pops up on my head, gosh he's hot. I try to conceal my expression.
"Liar! No secrets remember!" She gives me the trying-to-be-mad-at-you look.
"*Over exaggerated gasp* Does this have anything to do with the mystery kid from your childhood?! " She asks curiously.
"No, I highly doubt it; But I think I like somebody... " I tell her.
"Omg!!! My bitch is growing up!!! Who's the lucky guy?", she slaps my back playfully, but it hurt like a bitch! I keep saying bitch what the fudge.
"Uhm I don't know if you know him but," I lean closer to her ear. Ooh. She's got some nice earrings on; Chanel? Woah girl. Omg I'm so easily distracted. "Zayn Malik, do you know him?", I smile as I say his name.
"OMG. Zayn Malik?!?!?" She screams.
Carol, the bus driver, yells "Shhh! That's a warning for you Camille!"
"Sorry hehe." Camille fakes a laugh.
"What the heck dude?! Why'd you yell it?!", I whisper a shout. Whisper a shout? Does that make sense? Haha.
"Sorry got a bit carried away, Anyways! Yesss! I do know who Zayn Malik is! He's one of the hottest guys in school! He's the Bradford bad boy! Girl~~~you got some competition with a few 100 girls", she does a ghetto accent whilst saying that, "Wait no you don't! You can get any guy you want lol!"
"Wait whutdufuk? Our shool? Zayn goes to our school? O.o", I say as we walk down the bus.
"Duh... What planet are you from woman?! He's one of the hottest guys in school!", she yells at me for being stupid.
"Uhh... Hello? I didn't like boys 48 hours ago remember?", I said hitting the back of her head playfully.
"That hurt you hoe! You ruined my waterfall braid!", she starts a little cat fight with me.
"Payback for earlier! Hah!" I laugh and run until....
I bump into somebody.
Bad boy aura.
Rolled up denim jacket.
White v-neck tee.
Smells like a dude (the good smell).
Tattoos on his arm.
Ray ban's.
Chiseled jaw-line.
Gorgeous eyes.
Quiff.
Omfg.
It's Zayn.
