My Bully

Chapter Two

I started to move, because I was in a uncomfortable position. I stopped once I was more comfortable, and realized I was basically in the same position. It was just that my foot was on top of Niall's. I immediately moved it, and went back into the position I was in before. Well, at least I wasn't touching his foot anymore.

I finally finished my work, and looked over at Niall's to see if he had finished. He hadn't even started! I stared at Niall in disbelief, again. "Are you serious!?" I asked shocked. He shrugged, and then started to look at my paper.

"No. I was waiting for you to finish. Now, let me see your paper. I need to pass this class, since I've been failing. I need at least a B to pass." He says reaching his hand out to grab my paper.

I sighed, and just handed it to him. I saw him quickly writing down the answers. He finished quickly, and started to hand it back to me. I tried to grab it, but he didn't give it. He kept doing that, until I got mad. My leg started to twitch with annoyance. Just then I noticed he groaned in pain silently. I looked at him confused, and still felt my leg twitching with annoyance, but it was starting to go slower.

He still had the pained look on his face. He noticed me looking, and then looked down. I followed his gaze, and realized what was happening. My foot was rubbing against his man area. I guess we were closer than what I thought. I then crossed my legs, so nothing like that could happen again.

"I-I-I'm sorry." I said apologizing. He just rolled his eyes, and glared at me. I looked down, and closed my book. It felt like forever when Niall decided to talk to me.

"Why are you such a idiotic loser?" He asks me. I stared at him, and then looked down. I shrugged, like I don't know what to say to that! He just scoffed slightly, and pulled his phone out.

He started doing something, at which I didn't know, and didn't want to know what he was doing. I just started twiddling with my thumbs, and just stared at my dark blue nail polish that was slowly falling off, piece, by piece.

Just then my phone started ringing. I looked at the number, and realized I didn't notice it. I ignored it, and realized Niall had his phone up to his ear. He frowned, and hung up.

"Jeez, you're boring! What a loser!" He said rolling his eyes. Just then one of the most popular girls, Kathy walked by. Niall stopped looking at me, and started staring at Kathy, and checking her out. Never, have I felt so sick to my stomach in my life.

But, he usually does that. He is a complete jerk, and is a huge player! I think he's slept with every girl on the first date, and then never talk to them again. Yet some still giggle over him, and talk about how good he is in bed. Those kind of thoughts I want to throw out a window in my head, and then puke. Literally, I once did.

A few minutes went by, and the bell finally rang. Thank God, I was getting tired of sitting in this uncomfortable position. Now I was on to math, which for me is my worst subject. But, I was glad, because it was the only class I didn't have with Niall.

I was inside the classroom, and noticed I was one of the first person in there, well. besides the teacher. Mrs.Loral is a nice mid-aged woman. She is a good math teacher, and would help you if you needed it desperately.

Just then I saw people start to crowd in around the room. Mrs.Loral walked to the front of the classroom, and looked at everybody with a straight face. "Class, I am about to leave. I am going to be gone the rest of the year, but don't worry. You will have Mr.Malik. He is a very kind young man, and I hope you treat him with respect." She said warningly. Wait, she was leaving!? What if Mr.Malik didn't understand me at all, and treated me like I was nothing.

I was silently freaking out, that I didn't notice somebody was standing in front of me. I looked up to see a guy, who looked to be in his early 20's. He had black hair, which was styled in a quiff. He had a tan olive colored skin, and hazel colored eyes. I could see that he had tattoos, and a lot of them to be exact. He was smiling at the class, and all the girls looked like they were about to faint.

"Hello class, I am Zayn Malik. I will be your math teacher for the rest of the year. Would anybody like to ask questions." He asked, and all of a sudden I felt sorry for him. All the girls were gonna ask him like, how old he is, is he a virgin, does he have a girlfriend? I know because they asked Mr.Lyell all those questions. Poor man, I just hope he gets lucky.

A lot of girls raised their hands. Nope, he wasn't lucky. Every single girl in the classroom, besides me, asked him questions. After he was done answering the questions he looked down in front of him. Which was me, so he was looking at me.

I gave him a sympathetic smile, and sympathetic eyes. He smiled back, at which I payed attention to. Dang, this man could be a model if he wanted to be! "Who are you?" He asked me. Just then I realized he had met everybody in the classroom, besides me.

"Hi, my name is Laura." I said introducing myself. He smiled, and nodded.

"Well, nice to meet you Laura." He said greeting me kindly. He started to teach math, at which I payed attention to. Like I always do, because I want a good grade. Just then he pulled out a piece of paper. "Sorry class, pop quiz." He said. Half the class groaned, and the other half booed. I got my pencil out, ready to write.

He soon started to pass out the quizzes. As soon as I got my paper, I started. I soon realized that it wasn't hard, and finished it soon. I was one of the first done.

Soon the class finished, and he picked up the quizzes. It was a few minutes, and I was just slightly biting my pencil. Just then the bell went off.

"Laura, will you please stay back so I can discuss your grade. Mrs.Loral wanted me to!" Mr.Malik said. I nodded, and stood up. I slowly walked up to his desk.