Angel's POV
I don't understand. Why is Zayn acting so weird this week? He's not talking to me, not even looking at me. And whenever I'm about to approach him with the rest of our squad, he'll leave right before I'm completely with them. He's obviously avoiding me. But the question is ... Why? I don't even remember myself doing something stupid or rude or offensive that will hurt him. I don't even remember any negative contents that I've done whenever I'm with him. What's he up to?
I was distracted from my thoughts with the harsh way that door was opened. We were all confused who would've do that in Mr. Montgomery's class. But we're all surprised as Zayn entered the room. His hard footsteps clacking the floor, being the only audible sound you can hear in the whole room. All eyes are on him. As he walked pass beside me, I can't help but to stare as him as he went to his seat. His mood is obviously not good.
No one even bothered to greet him. Not even Mr. Montgomery. The class just continued as he took his seat. I can't help but to feel this hard feeling inside me that occurs whenever Zayn's around but he doesn't talk to me. Like, he's not seeing me or worst? Like I'm not existing in his world. Tears start to fill my eyes, but I immediately brushed them away using the sleeves of my sweater. I can't stand this. Whatever he's up to, good or bad. I'll end it. It doesn't make any sense. And I don't like him acting that way towards me.
As the bell rang, I didn't stood up. I know him. He doesn't like being in crowded places. He won't go with those students rushing out the classroom. As I looked at his reflection in my cellphone, he's still in his seat. He's not moving a muscle, just staring at the door filled with stuck students. Probably waiting for it to lessen and go out. Finally, he stood up. Alright, that's my cue. As he was about to walk pass me, I stopped him by grabbing his wrist by my right hand. He looked at my hand first before tilting his head upwards to look at me.
Alright this is it ...
What the fuck is with you, Gel? Why aren't you talking?! He's now ready to listen, it's your opportunity. Why are you wasting your fucking time?!
I can't say anything. I'm nervous. I'm ... scared. He removed my hand from his wrist by his left hand and continued walking. "Zayn!" I called as he turned right to the hallways. I quickly grabbed my bag and ran outside. There he is. He's walking, with heads down, through the hallway. Don't just stare. MOVE!
That's it! Without second thoughts, I found myself running towards him. "Zayn!!!" I shouted while running and passing through every individual in the hallway. He turned his gaze to look at me. Fortunately, he stopped when he sees me running towards him. But as I stopped right infront of him, he immediately asked the question, "What?" in a cold tone, making my stomach churn.
"I need to talk to you." I said, while catching my breath. He turned his whole body towards me to face me. "Wh-- what's your problem?" I asked. I don't care about hesitating this time. I just want this gap between us be over. He looked away wearing a fake smile on his face. "What's my problem? Are you really asking me that question?" He said, returning his gaze towards me again.
I nodded to his question, thinking that it might help reduce the tension between us. "Ha. You're funny. I think you should go back to that hiding place of yours and ask yourself that same question you asked me." He said with a hint of anger in his tone. Then, he walked away leaving me in the middle of the crowded hallway.
Did he just turned his back at me?
Pearl's POV
I'm here, sitting on the bleachers as I watch the boys playing football. Well, they're training again. As usual. They're all having fun. Laughter echoes in the stadium. It's fun seeing them like this. It's really cute. I smiled, but quickly faded when I remembered the most important girl in my life. Angel. I looked around the stadium but she's nowhere to be found. Where could she be?
"Oh, I wish Angel is here!!!" Louis suddenly shouted from the field. They suddenly stopped playing. Liam looked around noticing that the presence of Angel is missing. "Yeah, where is she? She usually goes here after class to watch." He said grabbing his towel. Harry came rushing towards me and sat beside me. "Have you seen her earlier today?" He asked. I just shook my head. "Me neither." He said, grabbing his towel.
I turned my gaze towards Zayn who seems to be in a bad mood. He than grabbed his sports bag and walked out of the stadium without saying a word. Leaving us all dumbfounded. "I'll be right back." I said sprinting from the bleachers all the way to the hallways until I found Zayn. He's about to enter the elevator when I grabbed my shoe and throw it at him. Unfortunately, I missed. But I got his attention.
He just paused for a moment to look at me, then he entered the elevator. "Bitch." I whispered to myself. "Fine, let's have a little race." I said to myself before sprinting up the stairs. Thanks to my wolf abilities, I got here first. I'm standing infront of his dorm, leaning my back against the wall. A few minutes later, I heard the elevator 'ding' and there came out the son of a gun, none other than Zayn Malik.
At first, he looked surprised but faded quickly as he punched in his code. As the door opens, he quickly walked inside. But right before I take a step forward, the door immediately closed. Leaving my mouth wide open. Did he just shut the door on my face?! "You bastard! Open the door!" I shouted while kicking his dorm door.
"Fine, you sucker. Go on and continue proving to me that you don't deserve my best friend." I whispered. Yeah, I'm talking to the door, so what?! I quickly picked up my shoe, wear it, and walk away. That asshole. He thinks he ---
"Pearl?" He called as his dorm door opened. I turned my gaze at him, printing a playful smirk on my face. "Mhm?" I hummed. "I-- I kind of need your help." He whispered looking down to his feet. "Aww, don't worry. I'll help you." I said in a mocking tone. But seriously, I mean it. I'll help him. As long as he's on the brighter side. I entered his dorm and sat on his sofa. Holy fucking shit! Is this really a guy's dorm? Well, it's so neat! "Do you hire a maid?" I asked, but he just laughed faintly and shook his head.
Well, guess we should start. I'm getting a little excited here. Mission, Zayn Malik. "So, what's up?"
