The One [Discontinued/Hiatus]

Prologue 2/2

*In Third Grade...*

I started going to the breakfast line to meet up with Zayn but was stopped by some of my classmates.

"Hey, Esme."

"Good morning." I smiled at the group of betas who thought they were all that just because their parents had money.

"I have a question." Ella stepped up to me. "Why are you hanging with that boy, Zayn? He's an omega. And he can't talk. Or hear."

"Zayn is cool. Omegas aren't a disease or something." I said, shrugging.

"Omegas are weak." Coleman said, starting to frown.

"And so are you." I smiled more and Coleman was shocked. Ella and her friends gasped.

"Well, look, Esme. You're an alpha. If you're going to hang out with a weak and deaf omega, you can't be our friend." Ella said, putting her hands on her hips and I started to walk off.

"Your loss." I waved.

Zayn came into the cafeteria and I went over to him. He looked at me and I waved at him. Zayn waved back and I grew excited as I got closer to him.

'Hi, Zayn.' I signed his sign name.

My mom knew sign language very well and we had a deaf cousin on her side of our family. My mom was going to teach me anyways, but once Zayn came into my life, I studied more. I really wanted to communicate with Zayn.

I had watched "Signing Time" a whole lot. It was like my favorite show. Zayn watched it a lot too so when we would have our play dates, we'd watch it together.

'Hi, Esme.' Zayn signed, smiling a little.

The next year, in fourth grade, something devastating happened.

My parents were getting a divorce. I was sad because my mom was sad and my dad was moving out.

Zayn had suddenly grown some so he was as tall as me so when I hugged him to cry about what happened with my parents, he was able to hug me back without any trouble.

After that, everything went so fast. The school year had ended and my parents were planning to move in together again to raise me and my younger brothers...but they wanted to actually move closer to my mom's job...so I'd have to move schools.

I was so emotional after I found out. I didn't have a phone yet so I didn't have a way to contact Zayn. My mom promised she'd stay in contact with his mom but I was so scared.

I didn't want to leave him, not even when we had given each other things to remember each other by. Zayn didn't like letting me go either. When I'd have to leave, I'd cry but Zayn would struggle to let me go.

When it was time for me to move, I had to actually leave Zayn not knowing when I'd ever see him again.

I had actually seen Zayn cry that day. We had promised each other to see each other again one day.

I didn't know that it'd be six years before I saw my best friend again.