Again «ZM» ✔️

Part One

   It's raining outside, so I just sit on the windowsill and look at the rain pouring down from the sky. However, when I hear someone walk through the hallway, I turn my head to see who's walking during the lesson. I frown when I see a teacher. She looks up from her phone and looks at me, but doesn't ask a single question as she passes me. I guess she's already used to me being here. She probably even knows who I am.

   That's how I spend every day at school. Literally. The thing is, I'm an online student because my parents think that going to public school will wear me down and I won't ever fit in because I'm rich and they're not. They say they'd use me for my money or make me feel like I'm not their equal. That I'm the so called spoiled child. Yet here I am, all alone and nobody even cares about how I look. Or that I'm even here. Amongst them.

   I have nothing to worry about because I have the school's pass, since I'm officially a student here. My mother was kind enough to get me at least that. She got me one only because I said the school has a very huge library. And she thinks I love books. Though, I don't mind reading them when I have nothing else to do.

"Hello, may I ask, what class are you in? Why are you not in your lesson?" another teacher comes up to me. I look at her. It's the first time anyone has talked to me here. I shift in my position because right now I feel so vulnerable. As if making my first impression. I just don't let it show on my face, I act cool.

"I'm class twelve arts and music," I answer her and look back out the window, "I'm an online student," I add before she asks about it. She hums for an answer. Yet I don't hear her going away, so I look at her again. I'm about to speak again, but I see her open her mouth to speak first.

"So why do you come to school then?" she questions me curiously with slightly furrowed eyebrows, "Usually online students stay home and enjoy their life to the max," she grins at me. That's when I realise she's not a teacher. She's a student here. But my answer is about to wipe that grin away from her face, I bet.

"It gets lonely," I simply answer. Just as I guessed, she frowns and points at the spot in front of me motioning at it. I assume she's asking for permission to sit there, so I nod. She slowly gets up and takes a seat in front of me. I watch as she does it. How she doesn't dare look at me while she gets comfortable. Only when she's comfortable enough, she looks in my eyes.

"My name's Lilith," she introduces herself, "People always say I'm the queen of hell. My personality sometimes makes it hard to show the opposite," she proceeds to tell more about herself. Pretty interesting. I curiously observe her. She looks outside now. She can't look me in the eyes.

"It's nice to meet you, Lilith. I'm Isabelle," I decide to be nice and tell her my name. She nods. Her long black hair makes her face structure so much more noticeable. "Why'd you talk to me?" I ask her curiously because nobody really talks to me. Why would they? I always sit alone, yet no one ever comes over to talk to me. Her gaze slowly shifts from the outside back to me.

"I'd lie and say that I noticed you all alone here and wanted to make friends, but it's neither fun nor the truth, to be honest with you," she answers my question only halfway. I slightly lift my chin. So what she means is that she doesn't want to make friends. She came here out of... Dare?

"Say the truth then," I really don't understand why else she has come to me. She looks in my eyes for a moment, but then she straightens her back while getting ready to answer my question. As if it needs preparation.

"My friend noticed you. He likes you, but he has no guts to ask you out because he thinks you'd rather punch him in the face than go out with someone like him," she answers my question, but I can see that there's more to that. She's easy to read. So I wait for her to finish up. She looks at me for a moment before actually speaking up again, "He told me not to talk to you or anything because he'd be too embarrassed from you, so that's why I'm here while it's a lesson. He doesn't know," she grins and looks back out the window.

   Before I even answer, the bell rings, so she gets off of the windowsill. She looks at me for a brief moment and then goes away. Her friend likes me. How come? I look at where she goes in order to maybe see her friend. But I lose her. It is lunchtime now, so I jump off the windowsill and make my way to the cafeteria. Maybe I'll see them there. I am very curious to find out who likes me and why they like me. Maybe she was just pulling a prank on me.

Lilith

    I look at him and grin. She just walked in the cafeteria, so his eyes are on her, carefully watching her walk to the cashier. Paying for her food. I note every single movement he makes.

"Her name's Isabelle," I tell him, "She's actually in our class. Arts and music. She's an online student," I add. He curiously looks at me. "Go, talk to her. I heard she's actually nice," I tell him. I don't want him to know that it was me who talked to her. Though I must've messed that part up already.

"Come on, Lilith! Please tell me you at least didn't tell her I like her!" he figures out anyway, just like I thought. I look at Isabelle. She's walking to the exit now. Do I get her or do I not? I might do it for Zayn, but if she rejects him he'll be angry at me. I know that. No, he won't just be angry... He'll be so furious.

"Why can't you just go and talk to her?" I ask him and turn my gaze to him, "She may look like she'll punch you in your face, but she won't," I don't understand why he's so scared of her. She isn't even that scary. When I talked to her, she seemed defensive, but not mean or anything bad.

"Why aren't you answering my question?" he gets stubborn, "Lilith! You told her!" he whisper yells at me, "God, you are so evil!" he whines and looks at the exit. I look there as well. Harry is standing in front of Isabelle and talking to her. That's not good. He must've seen me talk to her, otherwise he wouldn't be talking to her now. He wants to mess with me.

"Either you ask her out as fast as you can or Harry will steal your girl," I threaten him, truly hoping he'll ask her out. She frowns and then shakes her head. Interesting, what are they talking about? Would she choose Harry over Zayn? I think of ways to introduce them today. I could make us walk past her and introduce them in her usual spot, but if she's not there... The only option is now.

"He's already ahead of me so what's the point?" he mumbles. I look at him shocked. Is he really giving up on her this fast? "Why are you looking at me like it's a crime?" he mumbles and frowns. I get up and quickly make my way towards Harry and Isabelle. It's not far, I can make it fast. Isabelle's eyes fall on me when she notices me coming. That was fast. And she looks miserable. I hope it's because of Harry.

"Hi," she smiles at me. I stop when I'm next to Harry. He looks at me and frowns. "Harry here told me he's your friend," she looks at him for a brief second, then back at me. I can see it in her eyes, she's asking me if it's him. I just smile and shake my head.

"We have classes together. But we're not that close," I answer and look at him. He looks at me curiously. Maybe he didn't see me with her before... It's just suspicious that he went up to her just now. Right after I did. "Hey, I wanted to introduce you to my best friend. Care to join us?" I ask her. And I hope to hell that she agrees. She smiles and nods. Then she looks at Harry. Looking for a way to let him down easily.

"I hope you don't mind," she shifts her head down a little bit. He shakes his head stepping out of her way. I begin to walk back to our table, now with Isabelle by my side. "Thank god it wasn't your friend. He was a bitch. Almost punched him in the face for using a dumb pickup line," she quietly comments. I look at her with a grin. Maybe she is a little aggressive. But just a little and for the right reasons. I sit back in my spot and look at her. She sits down in front of us. I look at him, his eyes are full of panic and shock. Asking me what I've done... Without using words.