MaLuke

Chapter 3

"Oh come on Khai," Zayn begged as we walked into the lab. To my relief, we were still early and had a choice of tables. I don't think I could handle being in front today.

I took the seat by the window on the last row. Zayn sat down next to me and my veins threatened to pop. I relaxed into the seat and messaged my temples slightly. "Just for the time being."

"No!" I said sternly. As much as I would love to date this smoking hot guy, I didn't want to be like one of the girls in this school. Most of all, I didn't want Wendy to hate me. Not that I want to be her best bud or anything, but I just didn't need this Shit. Not now, not ever.

"Why not?" He pouted. Seriously?

"Look I just don't need this shit right now?" I reasoned. It wasn't the best explanation. But hey, the less he knew the better right?

"What shit?" He inquired his tone getting serious. Wonderful.

"Wendy likes you." I answered as if it was the answer to everything. Which in normal circumstances, that I was talking to a girl, it would have.

"So?" He shrugged. He still didn't get it. Guys.

"She likes you. I date you. She brings Hell to my doorstep." I stated rather obnoxiously. He blinked in astonishment. "You go out with her. She stops giving me crap. And we're all happy." The last part wasn't all that true but, what gives.

I turned back to my exercise book and started copying the notes that were already on the board. I knew Zayn was pondering over what I had just said. How he analysed it, was not my problem. I shifted my thoughts back to the lecture. If I was going to get anywhere here, I might as well start paying one hundred percent attention. We conducted several analysis' during class. Mr. Pretty Boy was too distracted to help me. I did them all by myself (with the help of the teacher of course).

The bell rang and I dragged myself out of class and to the gym. Thank goodness Zayn and I didn't have gym with me. I sped out quickly in hopes of getting away before he caught me.

"Hey, hold up." Zayn said half running and half pushing through the crowded hallway. "Why don't you like me?" He held my gaze and I felt the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"It's not that I don't like you," I started looking for words in my scrambled brain. "I just don't want to attract any trouble." I tried ducking away but he caught my hand and slipped something in before disappearing into the sea of kids.

Gym went well. We played volleyball; my team had some star players. Nope, Wendy wasn't on my team. Being a cheerleader doesn't mean you will automatically be good at all sports. My signature in volleyball, is my killer spikes. Nobody on the opposition could deflect them. When the bell rang I hit the showers and left the gym fifteen minutes later.

Once I was home, less wet this time, I dug my pants for the piece of paper Zayn had snuck in my hand. It was a piece of what looked like a notepad, the one he carries around in his pocket. I opened it up and my eyes widened.

It read, 'Let me take you out for dinner on Saturday night. Call me, my number is at the bottom.'

My eyes widened even more if that was possible. Should I call him and cancel? Talk some sense into him? Two more days till Saturday. I dropped the note on the counter and decided to make dinner as a distraction.

Spaghetti and meatballs tonight. Topped with mozzarella cheese and tomato paste. I started eating from the pot; the food looked so good I didn't want to put it on a plate. With a full stomach, I was in high spirits. Time to do some homework.

The days following up to Saturday were uneventful. I moved around the school without bumping into him. Only a couple of glimpses when he would round a corner or go into a classroom. Wether this was deliberate or not, I didn't give a nickel.