The old school yard

"Zayn is such a fuckboy"

People think that the sophomore class was a bunch of little kids only because we just got out of 9th grade but i mean besides the peoples maturities the things that went on were no childs play.

"Thirteen fights the last two semester how many do you expect this semester?" My closest friend, nina, asks me. "Well knowing our class probably another 13" i respond jokingly but it could actually happen. "Alright students sit down and get out your packets and find a partner because we will be doing a lab today" the scuence teacher Mr. Dune says before sitting at the front of the room. "Who are yOu being pArtners with dominique?" Nate, my stalker, asks in always cracking obnoxious voice. "I dont know probably nina or dustin" i awnser truthfully. "I look over to find them but they both already have partners. Nina mouthes sorry to me and i look desperately around the room fir a partner. Theres only one other person, Zayn. Zayn Malik went to my middle school but we never really talked i just would stare at his friend juan who i was madly in love with at the time. I knew a bit about him mostly what i overhear people saying about him, mostly that hes a player and fucks every girl he can get. But if i didnt want to be stuck with nate id have to work with him.

I got up from my desk and walked over to him who at the time was texting under his desk. "Hi um i was wondering if you wanted to work together on the lab" i ask him hopeful. "Sure whatever" he asks still looking at his phone. "Um ok" i say placing my things on the desk beside him and taking a seat. "Alright do you want to make the graph and ill get the measurements?" I ask him. "Uh sure" he says putting his iphone back into the pocket of his black joggers. I grabbed the ruler and got the measurements telling him each one as i went. I got to the last one and checked on the graph work and i was shocked to see there was nothing but his name written on the paper while he was texting away. I took his phone out of his hand making him jerk back in suprise. "Why the hell arent you doing any work class is almost over!!?!" I say whisper yelling. "Sorry i was busy with more important things" i look down at the phone to see a picture of a girl in her bra and panties sent by one of the schools infamous sluts. I felt my cheeks heat up and i gave it back to him. "Just get back to work" i looked back down to my paper but i could feel his eyes looking me up and down. "Ya know i wouldnt mind getting a picture like that from you . text me sometime" he said writing his number on the lab paper. My cheeks heated up even more as i ripped the part off and put it in my pocket. The bell wrung and i put my things away as Zayn had already left, his paper still blank. It looks like ill be doing this lab alone.

Lunch
"Nina he didnt do any of the work and then proceeded to hit on me!" I say in a disgusted tone. "Ugh the nerve of that boy, hes had sex with almost every sophomore girl in the school" nina tells me. "Zayn is suck a fuckboy, i heard he ate a girl out in the janitors closet" my friend kayla adds. "Thats so gross" nina responds. " so what do you guys think should i text him?" I ask them between bites of my pizza. "Id say dont do it, after what he said he probably just wants to fuck you" nina says. "Yeah i guess youre right" i conclude.

Later That Day

The last bell of the day rings and i walk home to an empty house, must be my mom went shopping. I grab a granola bar and head up to my room. I reach into my pocket to geab my phone as a paper falls out, its the paper with zayns number on it. Despite everything my friends said about zayn there was something that made me unlock my iPhone and create a new message. I put in zayns number and text him saying "hi its Dominique" a few seconds later he responds "hey babe".