So, here is the first chapter of my second fanfic! First fanfic is the Styles of Miranda, give it a read if you'd like if you haven't given it a look yet. I hope you all enjoy my Zayn Malik fanfic, comment, vote, fan, you know the drill ;) PS, I know her name was supposed to be Perry but after awhile, I chose Danielle and with that comes Dani. ENJOY LOVELIES.
I wander the halls of Bradford Academy, one of the best high schools known for its education and finesse. I search for the office to retrieve my schedule and locker number and combination. I walk inside and knock on the secretary's door to catch her attention.
"Uh, excuse me?"
"Hello dear, are you hear to collect your schedule?"
I nod my head and shuffle my feet awkwardly. She passes me the papers and I examine it carefully.
Danielle Brown, Senior Year, locker 175.
I immediately grimace at my name. I've always thought of the name Danielle as a girly name. So from now on, people call me Dani because it was the first name I gave to my late rabbit, Danny the Amazing. After he passed on, my father turned him into his lucky rabbit foot and his carcass left in the dumpster.
Cameron, my best friend links arms with me and compares her schedule with mine. I have most of my classes with her but barely enough to spend 6 hours in this hell hole. My first class is History with Cameron. We both find our seats and sit together coming up with insultive comments about Mr.Miller, our History teacher. He's not charming but, possibly he can be acceptable to society. His button-up shirt barely fits him and he's sweating through his see through shirt. A bunch of the other classes were shit until I reach last period: English, one of my favourite subjects. Sadly, Cameron isn't here to share the amusement so, I was on my own. I'm the only one in class so I pull out my drawing pad and begin to sketch idly. I love the feeling when I draw. It's like I'm pouring out all my feelings and expressing them on a blank canvas.
"That's a wonderful drawing," compliments a sweet-honey voice. I raise my head and a boy appears in sight. A boy with jet black hair twirled into a quiff is what I'd describe the young lad. He has brown sparkling eyes and striking facial features. He looks a little too old for high school but also a little to young to be an educator.
"Um, thanks..." I mutter audibly. He flashes me a dashing smile and sets himself on the chair infront of the teacher's desk. Why would he do that? I'm pretty sure that's the teacher's seat.
The rest of the class gathers inside and babbles on and on about who knows what. The bloke who complimented me on my artwork clears his throat.
"Excuse me class. I'm your new English teacher, Mr.Malik for the rest of the semester."
The class greets him with their lifeless voices and Mr.Malik continues on with his lesson. He passes out Romeo & Juliet and instructs us to read it. Once we're done, we have to write an essay on Juliet's perspective on Romeo and her lifestyle. I hand in my essay first and resume my sketching. In the corner of my eye, I catch Mr.Malik gazing me at in awe. I flush easily and look away. Why is he staring at me like this? I'm no more than a student nor am I some hot bimbo begging for sexual attention. I hear chatters from the girls in the back gawking over Mr.Malik with their incoherent comments.
"Ohmigod Sarah, he is so cute! I swear, he could be a model if he didn't choose this job."
"Exactly Carly! If he was in high school, I'd date him!"
Class ends shortly and I pick up my things and leave. Before my body is halfway through the door, Mr.Malik calls out my name motioning me to come to his desk. I turn my heels and swivel in his direction.
"Yes, Mr.Malik?" I ask in a soft tone.
"Please, call me Zayn after class," he reminded sitting taller in his seat. "I really adore your Juliet's Perspective essay. The way you described Juliet's love for Romeo and her lifestyle is well-written. I hope to see your work later in the year."
"Um, thanks. Well, I have to go now. I have art class in about 40 minutes."
I walk in the direction of the door but Zayn grapples me by the waist making our proximity unbreakable. I turn around and stare into his brown golden eyes becoming completely mesmerized. My heart quickens and blood rushes in my cheeks. Suddenly, it's difficult to breathe. Zayn presents me his heavenly smirk and withdraws. He inches closer to me and whispers in my ear sending chills down my spine.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Dani."
He walks back to his desk casually and reviews the rest of the students' assignments. I slink out of the room awkwardly and head towards my locker. What just happened? Did he just call me Dani? I didn't even mention about my nickname during attendance. I push that thought aside and exit the school.
Cameron runs to my side and goes on and on about her day until she reaches English.
"And in English, there's this new teacher named Mr.Mailk. I swear, I've never seen something so beautiful before! It's like, God fabricated some special mold specifically made just for him! Have you seen him yet? I'm pretty sure you have since English is your favourite subject."
"Yeah, I saw him. He's an excellent educator and I'm glad to be spending my last year with a decent looking teacher."
We huddle into her car and complain about whatever is going on with our lives. I decide not to tell Cameron about what occurred with Zayn. I don't want her to think Zayn's some low class perv who really enjoys women's company. Then again, she is my closest peer and we're literally inspeparable. When the time comes, I'll inform her. Either way, I will let her know.
Yeah Nicole, nice way to start off the first chapter with two pages :). Really sorry about the short short chapter! I think the next one will be the same as well so I'll just combine 2+3 together to equal chapter 2! I hope you guys enjoyed and ALLOW THE INPUT TO POUR IN. Tell me what you guys think with a vote+comment! Thanks :)
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A Studious Affair
Fanfiction18 year old, Danielle Brown was expecting the same dull semester every year. Same old anti-social life, same old Prep Rally's, and the same old educators everytime. Now, she wasn't expecting much for her Senior Year at Bradford Academy until she enc...