Secretly Texting [z.m.] ✅

Eleven

[A M B E R]

I walked into school, my eyes not leaving my phone at all.

Me: Ur names poe

Poe: Why

Me: Bc ur an ass and won't make a step up in this relationship and reveal yourself

Me: That or I was gonna name U pie but I typed it wrong so now it's poe

Me: Not that we even have a relationship

Poe: I wish we did (♥︎ᴗ♥︎)

Me: Yea well you never make an effort u ass

Me: No we have a textationship

Hoe: Wtf is that?

Me: It's a person that you text all the time but never makes an effort to see you #Textationship

Hoe: You found that on tumblr or something didn't you

Me: Yup!

Me: TUMBLR SLAYS!!

Hoe: Oh my god

"Shit!" I hissed, as I had collided with someone, and both of us had fallen down, him on top of me.

He scrambled off, and helped me up, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to it was an accident, I'm a clutz," he rambled, and I realized who it was, "a-and I'm sorry, about the other day. I didn't mean to say what I said at all. I knew you were joking and you definitely didn't look like a slut or whore or whatever shit I said and I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he said, his hands on my shoulders. I stared at him with wide eyes, and he awkwardly brought his hands down.

"It's okay," I sighed, "you're not a total ass like I used to think. I just got upset over that but it's okay now. I forgive you," I told him, and slightly smiled.

"Okay," he breathed, then shook his head. "I mean thanks, uhm, thanks yeah," he said, and went to lean against the wall of lockers. Though he leaned back against one that wasn't closed, and stumbled backwards, catching himself against the wall just a foot from the ground.

My hand flew over my mouth, as I stared at him trying not to laugh. Unfortunately I couldn't hold it in, and started giggling underneath my palm. Zayn's cheeks were fired up, and he stood cautiously, scratching the back of his neck while he stood there awkwardly. "That uh, that was embarrassing," he mumbled, and I smiled for real this time.

"No, that was hilarious," I protested, and let my hand fall to my side. He walked forward.

"Uhm, I- we should go, back to class that is. We're both late," he told me. I nodded in agreement, and when I went to walk around him he went the same way. It was one of those moments where you're both just trying to get around each other but keep going to the same side, ending up looking like you're dancing. Which we did about three times before I stopped, and made sure he didn't move while I walked around him.

I saw him blushing furiously, most likely from embarrassment. Though I shot him a smile, one that he gladly returned. "I'll see you in English," he said, turning around to walk the other direction, though not a second later he spun around again, "I mean Art! Not English, Art. I mean we have English together but like I meant Art since its before English. Uhm, sorry," he apologized

Meanwhile I was just laughing quietly at him. And I had never seen this Zayn. The one who was shy and awkward and didn't know what to say. Because he usually always knew what to say. He was that kind of guy. Proud, confident, mysterious, bad. But at the moment I couldn't find any of those. All I saw was clumsy, awkward, dorky, and shy. Well, with a lot of hotness added.

I made it into my classroom managing to not get detention since I lied and just said I was with another teacher. Thankfully my German teacher was dumb enough to believe me, and let me take my seat.

I sighed, and smirked to myself, pulling my phone out since I was in the back corner.

Me: Just ran into Zayn, he apologized yay, he was super clumsy and nervous and awkward too, omg I can't even it was so cute

I pressed send, and got a response a couple of minutes later.

Hoe: See I told you he would, he's probably rlly nice

Me: Yea yea just keep me company I'm bored :0

Hoe: Ok what's ur favorite color

Me: Jesus, does rainbow count?

Hoe: No

Me: :( then red

Hoe: Like ur hair?

Me: *offended* ur just jealous of my hair cause u wish urs was better than mine

Hoe: No I take pride in my hair

Me: No stop, guys aren't suppose to worry about hair

Me: First guys suddenly started caring about shoes more than girls. We can't have hair be next. Then it'll be wether or not their clothes match

Hoe: Oh well

Me: Shut up

Hoe: No ;p

Me: Yes

Hoe: Fine

Me: Fine

Hoe: FINE

Me: F I N E

Hoe: Fight me

Me: I'll whoop your ass