"Dylancie!" My social studies teacher, Ms. Anna, yelled.
"Huh? Sorry I wasn't paying attention." I said snapping out of my day dream.
"Do you need some air?"
"Yeah I'm feeling a little light headed..." I got up and walked out of class and around the corner. And that's where I saw him. The guy who played me like a rag doll 2 years ago.
Zayn Malik.
"Dylancie! It's you!" He yelled and started running towards me.
NO! He's not back! He can't be! I ran down the stairs and into a classroom.
"Dylancie? Why are you here?" My 9th grade teacher asked me. I turned around and saw many eyes staring at me.
"Umm... I just came to say hi..." I lied. "Hi..." I said nodding my head. "Bye!" I ran out of the room looking behind me and I ran into something hard. Kinda like a body.
"Zayn..." I gasped.
"Dylancie!" He yelled and tried hugging me. I pushed him away and into a wall.
"Get the hell away from me..." I said and started walking away.
"Dylancie!" Zayn hoisted behind me but I continued walking. I walked back into my social studies class and sat in my seat.
"You ok?" My best friend Feobie, Fifi for short, asked me.
"No." I replied getting my notebook out.
"Why? What hap-"
"Feobie! Dylancie! Quiet." Ms Anna demanded.
'Ill tell you during free period.' I wrote on my paper to Fifi.
