Okay, here we go. First day of school. I've got this. I think. Its been two days since the party, and I'm kinda nervous about seeing Zayn again. I take one last look in the mirror. White converse, black skinny jeans, grey and white striped v-neck shirt, grey beanie. I had curled my hair too, which took FOREVER. The things I do to look good...
"Lila! We need to go! We're gonna be late!" Shay screams from the hallway.
I roll my eyes and join her.
"Alright, alright. I'm ready, now let's go." I say.
"It's too early for this." Shay grumbled.
We got to school a little before the bell, and I went to the office to grab my schedule.
"Hi, my name is Lila Carter? I think I'm supposed to get my schedule here?" I say to the secretary.
She hands me a paper with all of my classes written on it. I turn around and bump into a wall. Or no, a person. I look up and see Zayn smirking down at me.
"You lost, love?" He snickers and leans in to lightly kiss me.
"Oh, hey! Yeah..I kind of am.." I admit sheepishly.
He puts an arm around me and steers me down one of the many hallways.
"So what class have you got first?" Zayn asks.
People stare openly, and whisper behind their hands. It irritates me, it's like they don't think Zayn should be with me.
"Uhmm Drama? I think? God, you would think that these people have nothing better to do than talk about us." I snap.
He chuckles and says, "I've got that too. Don't worry about them. I'd say their jealous. You're the gorgeous new girl, and they don't get to fight over you, because you're mine."
He stops and leans up against a bank of lockers.
"You're okay with that, right? I guess I never officially asked you to be my girlfriend, and I know you girls like that kind of stuff." Zayn mumbles.
"I didn't know you had to ask! But, yeah, I'm okay with that." I smile, and stand up on my tippy-toes to kiss his cheek.
"Come on, we'll be late to class." He says roughly, grabbing my hand and dragging me into a nearby classroom.
Everyone inside goes kind of quiet, and looks at us curiously. We find some empty seats in the back, and sit down. The teacher seems pretty cool: he's in his thirties, with light brown hair and blue eyes. He starts to check me out, but Zayn catches him and glares until he looks away. We don't really do much, except go over what kind of stuff we'll be doing this year. It's simple, really. It turns out that Zayn and I have all of the same classes, except for one, and lunch together. Finally, around 11:30, our "specialty" classes start. For me, this means Intro to Modeling, Photography, and Intro to Design. For Zayn, it's Intro to Modeling, Art II, and Vocal Coaching.
I pout slightly as we separate for the first time today.
"It's only for two hours, love. I'm sure you'll be fine!" Zayn says.
"I guess..." I trail off.
He squeezes my had before setting off for Art II. I sigh and search for the Photography classroom.
"This better be worth it" I mutter.
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Free Falling
FanficShay's always gotten what she wanted. But then again, so has Zayn. A game of cat and mouse begins when these two meet, but who really wins in the end?
