Lovesick.

XIX. Truly

ARIANA'S POV

I walk into my last class of the day, and sit down in my seat. Today has been......eventful to say the least. Harry and the boys met Ari, and boy, did it shock them. Liam had a look of disbelief. Louis just looked confused. Niall looked hungry. Zayn looked disappointed. Harry looked......intrigued.

The look he gave me was one of piqued interest. Like he was not surprised, but more amused. I had finally become what he said I was along. And it didn't sit right with me.

I didn't like the lengths I had to go to just to get him to look at me differently. A full transformation just for him to give me a look that wasn't full of lust, or hatred. A whole new appearance for the sole purpose of stopping the sadistic looks.

The looks that made it seem like the only joy he found was in my sorrow. As if my pain was his pleasure. It was sick, that look he gave me. And it was the only thing I could hate about him.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Zayn passes by me on the way to his seat. He plops down into his chair. I turn around to face him. He avoids eye contact, a deep frown set on his face.

"Y'know, they say that if you keep frowning, you'll get wrinkles." I inform him, though I'm merely teasing.

"Don't speak to me in public. We're not friends. I don't like you. Don't think that's gonna change just because you gave yourself a little makeover." He snaps at me, but he doesn't dare look me in the eye.

"You don't have to be such a dick about it!" I retort, becoming irritated. He and Harry are bipolar, I swear. With an annoyed eye roll, I turn back around in my seat, and focus as Mrs. Hansen starts the lecture.

"As an actor, you must learn to become one with the character you are portraying." The professor goes on and on.

"Meet me behind the bookshelves in the library 15 minutes after class. Not a minute more. Not a minute less." Zayn hisses lowly, and I subtly nod my head, not wanting to pull attention to us by turning to face him.

"Now, Ms. Jacobs," Hansen calls on a random person in the class to do an excercise. "Show us how you would act if you were an Australian motivational speaker."

No one said that she was a normal teacher. In fact, after class, I've caught her taking medication for whatever the hell is wrong with her. It doesn't seem to make a difference.

Amber Jacobs, the girl she called, stands up, and performs a perfect Australian accent. "All you need to do is believe in yourself, and you can accomplish anything! Just believe, and crikey. Mate, you'll be surprised how much you can accomplish." She makes a lot of hand gestures to go along with it.

"Brilliant. Now Mr. Matthews, I want you to portray a woman going into labor. Go!" Professor Hansen commands, and Jackson Matthews arises from his seat. Like I said, that medication is not working for her.

Jackson huffs and rubs his hand over his stomach, where he stuffed his sweatshirt inside his shirt, simulating a pregnant woman. "Somebody get me a damn doctor. This baby is about to come out! Hoo-hoo-hoo! These contractions are coming faster! Hee-hee-hee! Oh!"

The whole class snickers at how dramatic he's being. Hansen nods her head in approval. Matthews sits back down in his seat, content with the reactions he got.

"Now, Mr. Malik. I want you to show us what a New York prostitute would act like." She then calls on Zayn, who reluctantly gets up from his chair.

Zayn drops his British accent and does an American accent. "Hey baby. You looking to have a good time tonight? Well for a reasonable price, you can get me to do whatever you want. You in?"