Chasing Dreams(H.S)

Chapter 8: Unexpected Turns

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Wake me up if this is a dream.Go on, pinch me, dont wanna keep daydreaming.
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Calculus passed by quickly with Mr Nair introducing some new kind of algebra that seemed too out of the world to get my attention so i chilled in the back of my room, scribbling doodles on my book and too laid back to give a fuck about Mr Nair with his weird math.

I got a soda from the oh-very-grand-looking-vending-machine-that-works-like-my-brain-in-math.I gulped my drink, that luckily took a total of five minutes to come out of its devastated cell, grabbed my notebook from my locker and headed for English.
To be honest, i am not looking forward to seeing Harry at all.I cannot bring myself to get used to the shivers he gives me or the way he looks at me.Dont he has some other business to do rather than staring at me like creeps and making me shit myself? But i dont think he scares me.I mean who can scare me?
He can.My subconscious adds.I shut her up.

Zayn.Yeah i am a bit nervous to see him after our encounter today.It was so dreamy for me; exactly how i imagined it would feel to have Zayn going all protective over me.I think i saw a hint of admiration for me in his caramel eyes that matched mine and for the first time in the past six years, i was almost certain about our feelings for each other being mutual.

I entered the class and immediately my eyes started searching for Harry.Not that i want to see him here, but i just wanted to see how he reacts after our staring contest at the cafeteria.He wasn't here yet so i started looking for Zayn who was sitting on his usual seat.He was tapping wildly on his phone while the upper set of his teeth sunk into his bottom lip.His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration as he would roll his eyes and huff annoyingly with a big frown accompanying his intense yet annoyed look.

His expression mirrored to that of a busy business man whose business was going down but he couldn't do anything about it.The difference only being that my boy wasn't dealing with any annoying clients or employees who were corrupting his business but was playing flappy birds.

I spent six whole fucking years with him duh.I know a lot of shit about this guy.

I went forward and settled on the chair beside him; leaning my elbows on his chair and cupping my face with my palm to get a better look at his phone.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, he really was doing what I thought he had been doing.

"Stuck again?" I teased him playfully with a snarky tone.He jumped a little in his seat and widened his eyes at my amazing sneaky skills.

He sighed a bit out of relief after seeing me but his hand was still clutching his chest dramatically.
"Hey woman! Trying to give me a heart attack, were you?" He said playfully; feigning anger.
"Hey Mr 'I-am-hard', what happened to being not affected by shit?" I mocked him scornfully.
"Whatever.Trust you to throw someone off a cliff and then motivating them to man up" He said while giving a slight shake of his head.He was acting like an obnoxious teenage girl who screams 'help there's a cockroach 2000 km deep down the earth! Help' while running around the house.

"And yeah well i am kind of stuck here" he said glaring down at his phone's screen and then looking back up at me as the corners of his lips twitched upwards just slightly.
"And before you start on about how your high score is 245 and i am still down with ten, you should know that it just got 12 before you decided to scare the living shit outta me" he said in total seriousness that made it hard for me to hold in my amusement so i bursted into a fit of laughter.

"God!...12!?!... Wow" i said in between giggles. "You might just set everyone's record on fire" i said with a fake impressed look.

"You think you're cool, eh?" He said showing off his sexy smirk.