"No sooner they met, but they looked..."
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Chapter 28
July 28, 2015
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The summer heat had come and gone, leaving behind the chilling air of the fall.
Zayn & Ella's summer love was here to stay, even if they couldn't be together as much as they wanted anymore, with her going back to school, and him going on to teach.
It would be different this year, and she knew it.
This year, she was a senior. She was a graduate in exactly 9 and 1/2 months.
Zayn would be teaching 3rd grade, which would preoccupy 99% of his time, leaving he and Ella's relationship up in the air.
But they weren't giving up.
Oh no. The love was still exceptionally strong, and nobody could refuse, or deny that.
"Which tie?" Zayn asked, putting two different patterned ties up to his collar.
Ella laughed at his nervousness, and shook her head.
"Neither. Wear a sweater vest. You look adorable in them, plus, if it gets too hot or something, you can just pull the sweater off instead of wearing a tie and some fancy button up shirt."
Ella had been ready an hour before she really needed to be, so she went over to Zayn's house, after receiving a text from him, asking her to come calm him down.
She sat on the edge of his bed, in a pair of dark leggings, and one of Zayn's sweatshirts that he had given to her.
"You look so casual. You're lucky that you're a student, and not a teacher." Zayn chided, scouring through his closet, looking for an appropriate sweater vest.
"Well, I didn't used to be so casual. I'd get dressed up every day, just to go to school. Now it's not such a big deal. Although, I do look relatively nice. I mean, it's a classy type of casual." Ella laughed.
"Very true. But your pants are tight." Zayn turned to look at her.
"What?" she laughed, again.
"Your pants are tight. Like, really tight."
"Um, yes. They're leggings. Kind of like yoga pants, or something."
"Oh. That would make since. But they are still exceptionally tight."
"Zayn, why does it matter how tight, or loose my clothes are?"
Zayn walked closer to her, placing a hand on her cheek. "It doesn't. But you can't come and see me while I'm still in my classroom."
"Why?"
Zayn took her hand as they walked out of his house, opening her car door for her.
Ella got into her car, and looked up at Zayn, still waiting for an answer.
He leaned down close, to whisper in her ear, "Because you excite me, and it shows in places that I would rather it not show."
"Zayn, that's perverted. Oh my god, who knew that my boyfriend was so gross." Ella said, throwing her head back, laughing.
Zayn chuckled, and kissed her.
"See you at school, princess."
