MaLuke

Chapter 9

I had never been so thrilled in my life to hear someone call me their girlfriend. So I was pretty hyped up you can say. My math partner and I had walked outside to the courtyard together and the topic of the dance had come up, he asked me and Zayn appeared out of nowhere to save my explanation.

He didn't look surprised, I guessed from the way he just looked between me and Zayn before nodding and walking away. I was worried the situation would escalate into a fight, but Zayn was actually quite calm about it either. He was good with words, but I didn't doubt that he could draw blood from someone if he wanted to.

It was the last class of the day, and the professor was going on about the transmission of energy, and the different forms it takes to pass. I scribbled the notes in his lecture lazily, into my note-taking/studying/doodling book.

I was about to start doodling to force myself to stay awake, when the girl behind me tapped my shoulder. I turned around slightly to face her. I wasn't to sure if her name was Grace or Patricia. She held out a small folded piece of paper out to me and went back to the lecture.

I slumped back into my seat and studied the note carefully for hints in as to who sent it -I knew there would be no name inside. There was a neatly written handwriting on the outside though, and it spelt my name -correctly too I might add, not many people get my name right. Heck, even Kelly didn't know how to properly spell my name.

I shrugged and unfolded the paper to reveal the same neat handwriting, in a simple sentence. It read:

'I know you're taken, if you ever need a rebound. I'm always here.'

I don't know which was open wider; my mouth, or my eyes. I seriously wanted to know who sent the note. I made a mental list on the options. Could it be math boy -I decided to call him that- or not? He wasn't in my physics class anyway. Zayn? Nope, I was going out with him -unless this was some cruel joke he was playing on me. Kelly? Na, she wasn't a lesbian. Wendy? Maybe, probably trying to get me and Zayn to break up. I decided I didn't care.

Afternoon came and Zayn and I walked home together. I was still thinking about the note and decided to ask him.

"You didn't send a note to me today, did you?"I asked lightly. I felt his eyes shift to me.

"No, why?"

"Never mind. It's not important." I dismissed and tried to look for a way to steer this conversation so Zayn wouldn't get suspicious. I was too late.

"Khaimon don't lie to me. Can I see the note?" He didn't wait for me to answer the question as he held his hand out for the note. The note was tucked in the back pocket of my trousers, but I didn't think Zayn would take it well.

"I sort of threw it away." I lied half-heartedly. He didn't buy it, and if he did, it didn't satisfy him. I've seen how a jealous boyfriend acts -my ex, Joshua- so I could catch them while they were on the act.

"What did it say then?" He demanded more than asked. "Do recognize the handwriting?" I once again found myself debating over things. Right now, I was leaning towards the affirmative, on the topic of lying to Zayn.

"Something about saving them a dance." I lied again. Lying came easily to me as breathing. I didn't need to think twice or hesitate before a lie. Which meant I hardly got caught. I had a feeling I would get caught in this one, but I still had some faith. "And there are over four hundred students here, how can I recognize 'a' handwriting?"

He deliberated over what I said for a minute before nodding -satisfied. I exhaled quietly that I had gotten out of this without losing anything. One point for Khaimon. We arrived at our building and I told him I'd be taking the stairs now. He shrugged and offered me a wave before getting in the elevator.