Long way home. (Ziam) (BoyXBoy)

Three.

The rest of Zayn's classes end up with him doing the same thing as any other boring day.

Aimlessly zoning out to the teachers talking and ignoring the rude remarks all the idiots end up telling him everyday.

This time though, he's being pulled out of his thoughts as he hears the name 'Liam Payne' mentioned in a conversation held by the gossip girls of the class.

One of the members of the trio is named Amanda. She's the kinda girl who literally knows everything going on with each single last person in the bloody forsaken school. She has dark brown eyes, with straight blonde hair. She's not ugly, nor is she the prettiest girl ever, but she's not that bad at the face. Zayn actually thinks he can take over her job of being the eyes and ears of this school. He may not socialize to anyone, but he knows all the gossip by hearing everything around him. The girl she talks with is named Heather. Brown wavy hair, and paled blue eyes. She's captain of the cheer squad, she's the bitchest of them all really, but yeah she's hot. Then there's a few other girls who are just casualties to the group.

"So have you seen the new guy Liam?" Amanda and her high pitch voice questions Heather, with a large smirk. "He's so fucking fit, and his group of friends too."

"He is." Heather agrees, pulling something out from her back pack. A compact mirror and red lipstick.

'Of course' Zayn thinks, rolling his eyes.

"Are you going to try and get with him?" Amanda tilts her head, already waiting for the gossip."Because if not--"

"Try?" Heather chuckles raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow, as she looks at herself in the mirror dabbing her red lipstick on her lips. "Honey, I don't try. I wait." She softly smacks her lips together, making sure to even the lipstick out, before fixing her hair.

"True." Amanda nods, laughing. "Hm, have you seen that Harry guy though?"

"Yeah, he's really fit too." Heather replies, fixing her lipstick. "Too bad he's a faggot and is dating the shorter hot bloke."

Amanda sighs leaning her palm against her cheek. "Why do all the hot ones gotta be gay?"

"I never worry about that" Heather shrugs. "Even the gay ones come after me."

"Must be fun." Amanda rolls her eyes, but places a large shit eating grin on her face. "That Niall boy--"

"He won't go for you Manda." Heather chuckles. "You're cute, but blondie doesn't seem to be... Your type."

Zayn rolls his eyes once again, and zones out of their conversation before he could lose any more brain cells.

--

Finally his last class of the day arrives.Art class and with his favorite teacher Mr. Sheeran.

This is has gotta be the only class Zayn can actually look forward to all day everyday. He can actually be himself here and draw all he wants. Sure, there's still a couple of rude people in the class, but his teacher always manages to stick up for him making all the bastards shut up and eat their shit remarks.

"Liking the graffiti vibe Zayn." The red head ginger teacher pats Zayn's shoulder. Zayn smiles, raising his two fingers up to his head in a salute as the teacher does the same in return, continuing his path in seeing how the rest of the teens art work are coming along.

But suddenly the Hazel eyed boy feels someone behind him. For a second he thinks it's the teacher looking at his work again but the thoughts vanish once he hears a familiar voice speaking closely into his ear.