All The Love

II

My alarm clock went off. I groaned by the response and slammed it shut to stop the constant noise. My legs felt like Jell-O as I gotten up from my bed, walking towards the bathroom to do the rest of my business there. As I was done, I decided to wear my salmon colored sweater, a purple scarf, and black skinny jeans. Feeling lazy, I just tossed my hair into a messy bun.

Grace, somehow, was already ready to head out, but was brushing her teeth. "You look like a cute nerd," she teasingly cooed.

I gave her a fake smile and headed towards the door, "Make sure you don't swallow the toothpaste and not choke on the toothbrush when using your tongue."

Long slow hours went by. I was pumped to get back to my dorm and take a nice long nap. All of my classes went by pretty smoothly and now I only have one more to go to: English.

I heard tons of rumors about how there is supposed to be a new hot English professor and how the female students are dying to get in his pants.

Leaving me in shock, someone unexpectedly tapped my shoulder from beind. "You have English as well," Zayn questioned. "People said that he doesn't assign seats, so do you want to sit together?"

"Yeah, sure," I told him. "So I heard he's heart throbbing."

Zayn laughed at me, "Good-looking you mean, yeah? No one says 'heart throbbing' anymore."

I laughed back. Yet, confused of what he'd meant by that. Of course, people still use that word. My mom does, genius.

We were inside, and I could automatically tell who the popular crowd Louis mentioned yesterday was because all of them looked rich and plastic. The girls looked like silicone barbie dolls, and the guys looked like man whores.

"Good afternoon, students. My name is Professer Austin, and I'm welcomed to be your new  English professor here in Ochoa University," the professor's voice soothingly spoke and with in an instant, the class had all eyes on him.

Not only almost the whole class had heart eyes from the professor, Zayn was a drooling mess. He wasn't paying attention to a word the professor was saying, but focused on his moving lips in slow motion. Zayn couldn't even think straight. His constant lip biting, heavy eyes, and twitching made me wonder what was going on in the mystery lad's mind.

The professor continued, "We won't read until next week monday, but you and a partner would most likely be working on a project about your favorite genre of books you and your partner likes to read; then, you and a partner will put it on a large poster board and present it to the class. Seems simple, right?"

"This is stupid," a boy with platinum hair and sleeve of tattoos whispered, but it was loud enough for me to hear.

I rolled my eyes.

"I've already preassigned partners for you all so listen careully for your name."

Austin then started listing off dozens of names. Once he was almost finished, he called out my name paired with Zayn's.

Zayn turned towards me and smiles. I smiled back, and we start brain storming ideas.

"Do you want to start fully working on this at the library today?" Zayn questioned.

"Sure," I said poking his side. "And, we should talk about you and your new found lover." I flashed my eyes towards Professor Austin and wiggled my eyebrows. I saw Zayn's cheeks flush before he ducked his head down.

"I don't know what your talking about," Zayn said.

"Of course I do," I told him. "Our Zaynie has a thing for the teacher. Oh, we should tell the boys and-"