Can't Judge Love // zayn malik // *on hold*

Chapter 1

'Chapter One'

(Esma's P.O.V.)

It's my first day at my new school.

Today I'm the new kid at school,

something I never been before....

"This is Esma." Principal Wentz introduced me.

"And Esma this is Mr.Davis. Your new math teacher."

She continues and, Mr.Davis stands up from where he was sitting. "She has just moved from London and is going to start in this class."

I rub the back of my neck and messed with my outfit awkwardly.

And suddenly the door flung opened. Everybody turns there head, and so do I.

"Mr.Malik..." Mrs Wentz said while taping her foot on the cool marble floor.

He was wearing a leather jacket and the stench of smoke creeped under my nose as he past by to take a seat at the back of the class.

"So why is it that you are late for class this time?" Mr.Davis ask with a frustrated tone.

"Had to take a smoke." He answered as he leaned back against the wooden chair.

"We'll Esma you can go take a seat beside Harry." Mr. Davis said while he gusted towards the seat by the curly headed lad.

"Hi. I'm Harry." He said polity as I took a set beside him. "Hi." I said as I drop my purse to the floor. "I'm Esma very nice to meet you."

The math lesson went by fast, but some times I had to turn my head and take a look at this 'Mr. Malik'. He seems like a bad-boy.

But with a different style; hair in a very high quiff, with a black sweat with bold letters saying 'N I C E hair' . and with many tattoos showing.

But I can't lie, I'm not really into that stuff. But on him, it's looks good.

*Lunch*

I walk with Harry and his friends to the cafeteria.

"From London?" Louis ask. One of Harry's friends. Niall and Liam who listened up closely.

"Yup. My mom is crazy." I answered as I laugh at the look on his face.

"So you moved from London to this tiny pice of crap?" He asked. I just shrugged.

We all looked for a table, and a few seconds later Niall found a free one.

"I've got a question." I said as we all sat down.

"Shoot." Harry said. "Who is... He." I ask curious as I pointed over my shoulder to the dark skinned, smoking, black haired, lad.

Louis wrinkled his noes in disgust of the sight and mumbled something I couldn't hear.

"Zayn Malik. Our schools bad-boy." Harry answered.

"He has gone-out with almost every girl in our class." Niall said and quickly shoving a hand-full of crips in his mouth.

"Stay away from him." Liam said and Harry nod in agreement. "He is trouble."

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Next was English.

My favorite subject.

I walked in class five minuets earlier then class started.

And the bell rang and Niall and Louis come rushing in and taking a seat beside me.

The English teacher walk-in and started class, talking about the project we were going to start on.

"You'll choose your partner at the end of class but for now you can think of what book you'd like to do a report on you would like to present about." Mr. Walsh said.

Just as he stop talking Zayn walked in.

"Sorry." Zayn said.

And of course I am the only one who doesn't sit with anyone, so he sat next to me.

He doesn't say a single word, just sat there playing with his phone on low volume.

I want to say something, but a little scared I will make a foul out of myself.

But as Liam said, I should stay away from him.

"It's Esma right? You're the new girl." Zayn whispered.

I just nodded and didn't want to meet his eyes.

"I'm Zayn." He said, but I just keep listing to the teacher.

I know he's a flirt, so I just ignored him.

"Is something wrong?" He ask.

"No." I said sharply. and just kept my attention on Mr. Walsh.

Our English teacher showed us we could present it, and how long of time we have on this project.

"Ok, so the easiest way to make two in two groups is by working with the students sitting next to you."

I turned my head to Zayn, and he was looking down his desk with a smirk on his face.

just great. I thought in my head, with a frown on my face