Rock Me

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven-
I was completely shocked by my own conclusion on my emotions. I couldn't be crushing on Zayn Malik. He's the type of guy i am forced to avoid. He's the type of guy i'd run away from if i saw him walking towards me on my lonesome. I couldn't be, could i? 
Sure, the guy has looks. He has more tattoos than your average eighteen year old, he smokes more than a doper, he's as strong as a wrestler from my experience.. but he has a soft edge to him. He caught me when i fell, he smiled at me, he gently touched me in reassurance. He might just be acting though, right? Seriously, he must be. He can't be serious. Not when he's got what he wants in Malibu Barbie. 
I'm most likely just part of his game. 

Besides, i had a date with Harry. Harry was the guy i was attracted too. He was the true definition of my type. 

"Hey! Orla!" Eleanor waved a hand in front of my face dragging me forcefully from my thoughts.  

"Huh?!" I blinked numerous times adjusting to the faces staring at me. "Wh-what?" I stammered taking in my surroundings. Me, Eleanor, Niall and Harry were walking down the same corridor, just walking with no real idea on where to. 

"I said, what are you planning on wearing this Friday?" She said making it sound obvious. 

"Oh, i, er, i don't know." I shrugged gripping my bag strap on my shoulder. 

"Well, we can talk clothes at lunch, ok?" She raised her eyebrows hopefully. "Right now, we have to get to class. See you in English!" She grinned skipping off to her first lesson. That made me wonder, what lesson did I have? I waved Eleanor off as i picked a sheet of paper holding my schedule from my bag. 

"Hey, Orla, we're gonna get going, Louis already gone to PE so. we'll catch you later?" Harry announced bending his knees to my height. 

"Yeah, sure." I nodded glancing down to my paper. I had Art. Great. 

"Seeya." Harry pecked my cheek making me blush uncontrollably at the touch, him and Niall walked off in the other direction leaving me stranded once again. I felt completely lost, no idea on where i was going. Apparently the whole Art department had to move corridors for construction work or something, but i kind of zoned out when they said where too. I sighed biting my lip glancing around trying to recognise any other students in my same lesson. 

I found one. But his appearance wasn't reassuring. He was dressed in rebellious clothing, kind of like Zayns, but much more biker styled. He had studs all over his jacket and boots, and his dirty blond hair mopped over his head giving his face a weird structure. I shook my head in disbelief at myself while i walked towards the figure leaning against the door frame. He saw me and instantly stood up straight with a mischievous grin on his face. "Can i help you love?"He revealed his tar stained teeth sending shivers down my spine. 

"Erm, i think your in my Art class right? Miss.Jolies?" I furrowed my eyebrows noticing he was getting closer. 

"Yeah, you got that right babe. If you're looking for it i'd like something in return?"He licked his lips attempting to place on a husky seducing voice, yet he sounded like a ten year old attempting a fake hit on puberty. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but his hand caressing my cheek made me want to vomit. His clothes had the aroma of cannabis that undauntedly travelled onto my skin and down to my lungs, i was internally choking at the sudden feeling. 

"I think she has standards mate." A familiar voice rang out snatching his hand from my cheek. My eyes automatically fixed onto Zayn who was glaring intentionally at the creep. 

"Oh, are you sure? She seems a bit..you know." He defended himself nodding towards me, then making a hand gesture to his groin. 

"I'm not desperate if that's what your implying?" I scowled as he turned with the same glint of mischief in his grey eyes.