Sticks & Stones

Chapter 1

"Don't talk, do your work, and don't move," Dr. Harpaz says. "Questions?"

The other boy raises his hand though she ignores it. Then she comes to me. She mumbles something like I'm a better student and I say over a whisper, "It won't happen again ma'am."

The jackass boy I was stuck in detention with yells to Dr. Harpaz. "What if I've got to go to the loo?"

She turns her nose up to him and reprimands, "Go now but be back in two minutes."

He shrugs, "I don't."

She gives him a scolding look and he sits back with his feet on the desk. I roll my eyes. Then she walks towards the door and says, "I need to go to the copier room. Do not move Malik."

As he gets the chance, he jumps out of his seat and sits on top the desk next to the only other person in the room, unfortunately me. "Why're you in here?"

I look up then look back down, quickly remarking, "Why are you here?"

He shrugs, "The same reason you are, cutting class."

"How'd you know that?" I bark.

He chuckles, reaching his hand out, "My name is Zayn."

I turn my head away from him, looking at the blackboard. Zayn gets up from the desk and stands in front of me, "What is it, Jenna?"

"Just go away."

He smirks, "Ah, she's lippy." I stare him in the eyes then look away. Zayn gets up once more and shuts the door then sits back on the desk next to me. "Now we have our privacy."

I get out of my seat and open the door. "Are you mad? Go sit in your seat, she'll be back any minute."

"Jenna, calm down, I think your stress level is high. Did you take your anxiety pills?" I look straight ahead still ignoring him. I could tell he's dying for me to reply. "The basement is always open, you know. All the file cabinets, full of private information." We hear heels going down the hall so Zayn jumps back into his desk.

"Miss. Hall, did Mr. Malik talk?" Dr. Harpaz questions.

I was anxious to hear my own reply, then I shake my head to the side. "No ma'am."

* * * * *

"You are dismissed," Dr. Harpaz pulls me to the side. Once again, she tells me, "I'm disappointed to see you here. You shouldn't be here. You're not one to be compared to Zayn Malik. He's an awful kid."

I nod, "It won't happen again ma'am."

I pull my backpack on and walk out of the classroom. Not to my surprise, Zayn is standing against a locker down the hall. I walk casually until I pass him. I hear footsteps behind me now. I ignore him and pull my phone and headphones out of my backpack. I plug them in my phone, putting them in my ears. I turn my music up, blasting it. I was one hallway away from the lobby when an earphone was taken out of my ear.

"Good taste in music," Zayn smirks. He now walks beside me. I ignore him and put the headphone back into my ear when he stands in front of me now, causing me to halt to a stop, then yanks both head phones out of my ears. He abruptly grabs my ass with both hands leaving our faces only inches apart. "How can you ignore me? Every girl in this school is dying to be underneath me in bed."

I laugh, "Well I must not be every girl."

He says, "Oh, but you are."

I remove his hands from me, step aside him, and remark, "But I'm also not interested."

* * * * *

"Why are you talking to him?" Virginia bumps my elbow. Virginia is my best friend, my friends and I call her Ginny. We met a few years back, she has straight, blonde hair, she's of Swedish descent, and has perfect green eyes. She has a cute button nose, and can pick boys up with just a smile. I can't deny that I'm jealous. We are sitting next to each other waiting for the bell to ring for us to leave.

"Talking to who?" I ask.

"Jenna you know who, Zayn."

I blush and quickly reply, "I'm not talking to him."

She laughs, "You're joking, right?"

"No, I don't talk to him."

"Well, he talks to you." Ginny pauses a moment, "Every time in the hallway with his friends, 'Hey babe!' What is that about? He smacks your ass too. Jenna, you're going to ruin your reputation," She nudges me, "You and Marcus won't date."

I softly smile, "Gin, I do not like Zayn. I like Marcus, you know that."

Finally, the bell rings and Ginny and I exchange our goodbyes. I walk into the bus lobby, looking for Marcus, when I finally spot him with the rest of his friends. I walk through the crowd and reach them when he wraps his arm around my waist then goes right back to his conversation with his friends about rugby. After about ten minutes I ask, "When are we leaving?"

Marcus looks down, "I'm staying after school to practice with the guys. I'll catch a ride with one of them."

I nod and murmur sarcastically, "Yeah, of course." I walk away, quite offended by the way he pushed me to the side. "Jay!" I turn around and Marcus yells, "I'll see you later."

As I walk out to my car in the parking lot I heard, "Damn girl." I turned around to unfortunately see Zayn riding up to me on a skateboard. He flips it up with his foot and holds it in his hand. "Are you up for a coffee?"

"No thank you," I continue walking.

He reaches for my hand with a tight grip then brings his lips to my ear, our chests press together, "Don't be too courageous."

I'm speechless, he doesn't let go of my wrist. He pulls himself back and looks me in the eyes then drags me along to an all black, large vehicle. Zayn still has his hand firmly grasped around my wrist. He unlocks the passenger side and opens the door for me. He finally lets go of me when I step into the car. My first reaction is too grasp onto my wrist where the large red mark was left. I turn to look up at him though he already shut my door. Then I hear a second door slam to the right and look up into Zayns deep brown, glistening eyes.