I arrive at school after my shift at the Coffee-N-Go. I walk into the school and head to my locker to get ready to go to Study Hall. I got my book, the Hunger Games, and closed my locker and crash into someone, the mystery dude Zayn. "Hey, you crashed into me." I say on the dirty granite floor. "Oh, sorry about that. I am always clumsy." Zayn says, picking me and my book up. "Oh, it's okay. I just wasn't watching." I say. "Hey, let me walk you to Study Hall, to make up for all the clumsy-ness . Please?" Zayn begged. "Oh, okay!" I say, dusting off myself but squeezing in a smile.
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He drops me off and he said he was so sorry. "I get it, I get it. Your sorry!" I say. "Okay, I have to get to math class, I will text you later." Zayn says, hearing the bell. "Let me give you it first!" I say, pulling out a pen and paper. I give him the paper and wave goodbye. He pulled out his phone and put my number in. I smiled as I walked in the classroom. I sat beside my best friend, Chloe, and I told her about him. That he was so mysterious and hot and that it attracted me to him. Then after an hour in Study Hall, I finished my book and felt good. I headed out of the classroom with my best friend by my side. "What does he look like?" Chloe said, gripping on her books. "He has black hair with a goldish swirl on the far left of his head, pink lips that look kissable, he is tan looking but can't describe it. He always seem to be wearing jackets with a Z on it and his eyes, his eyes are a very dark brown and very beautiful! I can't stop thinking about him. He is always on my mind." I say, then I feel a buzz in my pocket. I look to see who it's from. It's from Zayn. Chloe said my face lit up when I got the text. It said "Wanna meet up sometime? Text me back. Love, Zayn M." I texted him back saying "How about Friday?" A minute later he said "Okay, Friday it is! Love, Zayn M."
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So, it's the Friday we waited for. We decided to go to the movies to go see Pitch Perfect. I got dressed in a beautiful pink ruffled blouse, black skinny jeans, and pink flats. Mascara, eyeliner, and a little bit of blush and time was here. I had enough time to brush my teeth and hair and braid it . I got my jean jacket and iPhone5 and texted him. He was already outside in his Mercedes. I looked out the living room window, he was getting out of the car with a bouquet in his hand, tulips, my favorite. He knocked on the door and I answered it. He was wearing a tuxedo and he looked very handsome in it. "Shall we go?" Zayn said pointing to the car. "Yeah. Let's get to it." I say.
