Secret Admirers //one direction//

Chapter 2

On our way to college, Tracey continues to express how obliged she is to me for helping out with her presentation.

"You saved my life bro! This is our first assignment in Psychology, and the first impression is the last!!" she exclaims.

I have been standing in this lobby, waiting for Tracey for the last 15 mins now. My Literature class starts in 5 mins and I seriously don't want to be late.

"Perry!! Am so sorry! Here, take your flash drive." Tracey hands me the flash drive which she forgot to return last night.

I turn around to head to my class when she stops me for one last time and says, "Join me for lunch in the canteen. My friends are gonna be there too!" I nod and start walking away.

Tracey and I only attend the Psychology class together. The rest of our subjects are different. She told me that she has made a couple of new friends and she is dying to introduce me to them. So finally today is the day I guess. I, on the other hand, haven't made any new friends. I guess, being too nervous to talk to anyone, by myself. With these thoughts all over my head and me running to reach the class on time, I almost stumble near the door of the class and hold it to balance myself.

"You are exactly 2 minutes 47 seconds late, Miss Hazelwood." the utterly punctual and strict teacher announces.

The whole class indulges in slow whispers. Ugh. I hate being the centre of attention.

"Am so sorry, Mrs Sikes. It won't happen henceforth." I say and move to take a seat beside a red-haired girl.

She scoffs, "I don't like to share my seat with messed up, unpunctual people. Sorry not sorry!"

I stare at her with wide eyes but she doesn't care to notice. I walk forward and reach the last bench near a window. The guy sitting on that bench immediately shifts towards the window making a place for me to sit down. I settle down, feeling a bit uncomfortable. I have never sat on the last bench in my entire school life. I was taught 'good students never sit on the last bench. I hardly believed that though.

"Sophie is a bitch and so are her friends. Just ignore them" the guy sitting beside me speaks up.

I nod, looking down, fidgeting with my bag. I take out my literature book and mumble a soft 'Thank You' to the guy, still not looking directly towards him.

"Mention not, Perry." He replies.

What? How does he know my name?

I instantly look up and ask "How do u know my name?"

He looks in my direction, his beautiful brown eyes with long lashes, shining. The guy has got magnificent eyes, I admit and immediately push off the thought.

"Last week the teacher had called your name, to deliver an answer, I remember",he says. I nod.

"Hi, I am Zayn, nice to meet you," he says and lets out a hand for a handshake.

I return the handshake and give him a tight smile. Next, I try to concentrate on what the teacher was saying though it is very boring. I sigh.

"Feeling bored?" Zayn asks.

"Yes, to be honest" I reply.

"Don't you like literature?"

"Oh no. I love literature. But this novel is really not interesting at all" I imply.

Soon the class gets over and I feel relieved. I get up from the bench taking my bag when Zayn asks "What class do you have now?"

"I don't have any class right now. I am deciding to go to the Library."