English Class

21 - (Mysteries)

Zayn's POV

"I like your shirt by the way," I wink at Zoey as she sorts the pile of files. She flushes and sticks her tongue out in a childish way.

"It's a blouse, Zayn." She raises her eyebrows teasingly.

"yeah, yeah whatever. I have got to see you without it," I wiggle my eyebrows mockingly. Her face turns red as she huffs, turning her attention to whatever she's doing. It's fun to have company at work.

Zoey frowns, her lips pulled into a thin line. I watch her as she flips through unlimited pages. The sound of the papers crunching under her hands is the only sound filling the vast office apart from her heavy huffs.

"What's up Zo?" I ask her, using her nickname. What has gotten to her?

"We have a problem, let's get your stuff packed up boy!" Her words are enough to turn me over the edge.

Alex's POV

It's been a week since that stunt but I haven't stopped thinking about it. This isn't the way I wanted college to be. It was extremely awkward the day after as everybody had their eyes on me. Since it's college, filled with busy schedules, that matter was forgotten afterwards.

The English class lessons were filled with discussion and arguments about a recent published novel but they were peaceful, peaceful without Zayn Malik.

I growl with hatred at the mention of his name.

"What's the matter?" A voice pull me out of my trance.

"I'm tired," I half-lie.

"I know what you're thinking about but it's ok," David runs his hand through my hair, thankfully not trying to push for anything. I remain silent, looking at him. My head rests comfortably on his lap as I bend my knee on his purple couch.

My mind drifts to when David knew about it. He was furious and almost wanted to murder Zayn but I forced him to promise me to do nothing if he got to meet him. I'll be getting back at him without anyone's help.

He removes his hand off of my hair, taking the remote control instead. He flips through the channels until he decides to watch a random cooking program. Few minutes later, his phone dings. I lift my head off of his lap and sit next to him.

After he checks the new notification, he turns to me with a concerned face. I look at him with confusion. "I know you wouldn't like the idea but wanna go to Liam's party? You don't have to come."

The way I look at him changes from confusion to amusment. I shouldn't be selfish as if I refused to go, he won't go as well and I know how much he likes parties even if they're held by his brother, Liam.

Going to one party won't harm ...

"Okay," I give him a simple reply.

...

As David parks the car in the parking lot, the blasting music invade my ears. I look at my reflection in the side mirror and smile proudly. I have only black eyeliner on and berry-flavoured lipgloss, giving my lips a shade of dark pink.

My hair is pulled into a ponytail with loose curls with my bangs clipped. My outfit is simply a denim skinny jeans and a long-sleeved white T-shirt which has a music note on it, along with white sneakers. My decision was quite simple, nothing complicated like a dress or heels. I roll the sleeves up my elbow and look at David who looks at me with a smirk.

"May I help you sir?" I tease him raising an eyebrow.

"You look pretty," he winks and reaches his hand to squeeze my cheeks.