Soft Spot (Zayn Malik)

III

Chapter III: Just The Ass

-Zayn's POV-

It has been two weeks. Two straight weeks that the girl from English class have been avoiding me. What's her name again? Ariana? Alana? Ariel? What?

"Arvina, Zayn." Niall looked at me, bursting out in abrupt laughter.

Was I thinking out loud again? I wasn't aware that I was. Can Niall read minds?

I shook my head at the stupidity, forcing to bring myself back to reality.

What's wrong with you, Zayn?

"Looks like Zaynie's got a crush." Louis poked my cheeks, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh please. Get real, Lou." I shove his hands away, creasing my brows and giving him the death glare.

"Aren't you with Alizia anyway?" Liam pats my left shoulder before sitting besides Louis.

"It was a one night thing," I murmured.

"Oh, yeah?" Harry smirked cheekily, pointing across the cafeteria, "Miss Greene seems to think differently."

"She's got customized shirts for you, bro." Niall pointed at the same direction as Harry was pointing, barely containing his laughter, "Zayn owns my boobs."

I shudder at the thought, following their fingers and finally spotting Alizia Greene. There she was, with her girls - Amber, Katelyn, Genie, and Angela - the Angels. My eyes wandered some more and just two tables besides her table, was a group of people. They were....strange. One of them caught my eye, though. She was tanned, with long, dark hair.

"Arvi," I mumble to myself, smiling.

"What?" Niall looked at me, shoving Hot Cheetos in his mouth.

"Nothing," I shook my head, "just thinking out loud."

Alizia caught my glare, thinking it was for her, I suppose. She waved her hands to my direction, beaming a bright smile. Niall nudged my elbows.

"Consider yourself lucky," he whispers, "you've got Alizia. Show her off, mate. Show 'em what you've got."

I just shook my head at Niall, rolling my eyes as I wave back at Alizia. God, was she annoying. The only reason I put up with her was because of Niall. Because Niall is with Amber and Amber is Alizia's best friend. I had to play along. At least pretend that I like her. Not that mind, you know. She isn't that bad in bed. I smirked at my thoughts.

Ah, Zayn. You filthy, filthy boy.

I glanced one more time at English partner's table. She looked at me and instantly, I found myself smiling from ear to ear. To my disappointment, she just rolled her eyes in disgust and turned back to her friend's direction. Her friend was odd. She was short, I'm thinking four feet high. Asian looking with chestnut hair that extends to her shoulders. And...she seemed happy all the time. I'd get annoyed if I had to hang out with her, honestly. Poor Arvi, she had to put up with that...thing.

"What's wrong, lad?" Harry bumped my shoulder with his, interrupting my thoughts.

Wow. Way to go, Curly.

"Fine." I forced a smile, my eyes going back to Arvina's table.

"You sure?" He arched her brow, looking straight through my eyes.

"Yeah," I nodded and excused myself, "just gonna do something."

I stood up from the table and walked towards her table, but stopped my tracks just a few feet away from her. What am I gonna do again?