Vulnerable (Zayn Malik AU)

Chapter 45

It had been a little over two weeks since I took the morning after pill. Things at school were getting easier, but that was mostly because it was almost winter break. I was excited because we were almost done with Economics. Only 3 more days until I never had to step foot into Mr. Trig's class again. There was only one problem with the semester ending: finals. I really didn't have much to stress about. I had an A in every class except for Econ. But, with my strong B in that class, I was going to pass whether I failed the final or not. It was really Zayn I was worried about. He had missed a few assignments, and Mr. T being the prick he was, he wasn't allowed to make them up. If Zayn didn't pass the final with at least a 68%, he would have to retake the course second semester.

Other than Government and one more semester of an elective, I didn't have to take any more classes to fill my requirements. I could've come to school for only two periods if I wanted to, but how boring would my life be if I did that... not to mention Zayn would still have to come to school, and he was kind of my ride.

"Are you nervous?" I asked Zayn as we walked onto campus.

"I heard the Econ final isn't all that bad." He shrugged.

"Really? Maybe I won't look like such an idiot then." I smiled.

"Or you'll fail it and look even worse." He grinned.

"Oh, thanks."

"It's what I'm here for." He shrugged. "Always the supportive boyfriend." I squeezed his hand.

Things had been that way since I took the Plan B. Everything was light-hearted, the two of us just joking around. If we had made a new friend in the previous weeks, they would have no idea what drama unfolded before they came along. It was like we were completely different people. I didn't mind it, though. I told myself to try my best and keep ignoring what Zayn did, and my life was genuinely easier. I was beginning to not even care about the looks we got around campus... Talk about improvement.

Stepping into first period, I already wanted to rip my eyelids off. Although I was glad to be done with that class after the test was over, I still hated tests. I was never good at taking them. I was that girl in second grade who forgot how to spell her name because of nerves.

Each desk had a scantron, a packet, and a number two pencil on it. Leave it to Mr. Trig to even be anal about the placement of the tests.

"At least we only have to do two of these a day." Zayn sighed as we both sat down at our desks.

"I don't." I reminded him.

"Right..." He faked a disgusted face, "Bastard." I winked at him.

Thanks to my lovely schedule, I only had to take Econ, and then in second period since I was a teachers aid, I just graded the finals from first period ceramics. The next day I had a Creative Writing final, which was a written essay, and then the Advanced Ceramics final which would take me no more than twenty minutes. The last day of finals would be the easiest. We had peer resource, which involved no final whatsoever, and then art. My week was going to be a breeze. Not to mention we got out of school at noon.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Now that it looks like everyone has arrived, I'm going to lock the door, and then you may begin. Once you're finished, please bring everything to the front table here. Make a pile for packets, tests, and pencils. Thank you." Mr. T had made it clear days before that anyone who showed up late to his final would not be allowed to take it. It was definitely not a school rule, just a rule he decided to make up somewhere along the line in all of his '32 years of teaching'. My dad said that when he took his class 20 years back, the rule was nonexistent. But, he also said that Mr. T was the cool, fun baseball coach so I really didn't know what to believe at that point.