You call this LOVE ?

The Note

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I was still in complete shock when my professor told me I had to sit in between... them. Even the 

thought just sickened me. "Miss!" my professor snapped his fingers near my face, I quickly 

went to my seat. Amy gave me this nasty glare but I ignored it. While the professor was teaching the 

lesson, I felt a cold hand on my thigh. It was Zayn's. I quickly moved his hand so Amy wouldn't see 

it. He placed  his hands again. I moved them. He placed them.. again. I moved them, and since 

I don't talk in class, I took a peice of paper and wrote 

Zayn,

Please stop ! 

He smiled and wrote for a very long time, once he gave me the note all it said was

No.

Wow. Then a question hit me like a bus, why did Zayn give his jacket when it was perfectly fine?

I quickly wrote

Zayn, 

Why did you give me your jacket? 

Zayn quickly wrote 

So I can see you, love.

Love. Love . Love. Love. He called me love?

Well to be honest he is pretty handsome I would be lucky enough to be his lov- 

What am I saying?! 

The rest of the class time I decided to pay attention, After a while class was over.

I packed all my stuff, and realized my notes with Zayn, were gone. 

Amy then patted my shoulder, "Looking for this?" she said while putting the notes on my face. 

" We will talk at lunch . You , me ." She said with an evil smile. 

With that her and Zayn were walking slowly, Zayn turned around winked at me and put a huge smirk on his face .