I stand there, frozen and unable to move an inch.
Why was I acting this way?
Over some silly boys?
I take a deep breath and trudge back down the hallway, following them.
I am so ignorant.
Taking quiet, but quick steps, I scurry along the almost freezing, cold corridor until I reach another corner.
"Zayn, you're an idiot." I heard the familiar deep and raspy voice, that belonged to the gang member named Harry, scoff in almost disgust.
"Just because her eyes were beautiful, or whatever, doesn't mean you're in love with her." A male voice added, it was more gentle and understanding.
"I never said I was in love with her." Another familiar voice retorted.
"Then what are you saying, Zayn?"
Zayn? Was that the boy with the golden eyes and midnight hair? The one that stopped the Harry guy from doing, who knows what, to me?
"I'm saying that I'm just curious. She's in almost all of my classes here and I've never talked to her once."
Zayn... Yes! I remember his voice! In a way, it's almost soothing to my ears. But I've never even noticed him in any of my classes. Well, maybe once or twice. But I never thought anything of it.
"You never talk to anyone, Zayn." A different male voice chimed in, I can tell he has a Doncaster accent.
"She's the only girl that I find interest in, at this place. I've been watching her lately and she's absolutely fascinating."
It was Zayn again. His words send chills up my spine and heat to my face.
My heart speeds up as I turn on my heel and run in the other direction.
I dart down the hall and literally wince every time my feet make contact with the floor. It made an echoing sound throughout the corridor with every step I took and the Dead Silent gang will notice for sure that I'm still here if I keep being loud like this.
But I don't look back, I kept running and running.
I halt in a stop once I reach the door to the office. Catching my breath, I slowly look behind me.
No one to be seen.
Thank goodness.
A sigh of relief escapes from my mouth before I turn back around and reach for the office's door knob.
My eyes widen and my heart beat stops as someone stands right in front of the door, blocking my entrance.
"Hello, lovely."
I squeal and jump back, almost falling on my bum, before steadying myself and fixating my feet firmly on the floor.
The Doncaster voice greets me, yes the same one that was talking to the Zayn boy earlier.
I look at him suspiciously. Brown, feathery hair lay on top of his head, his moss-colored eyes are starring straight at me, and a smirk is playing across his slyly thin lips.
"What's your name, gorgeous?" He speaks again.
I stay quiet and just study him, mischievous was the main word that I could describe him as. Nothing but trouble.
"You don't have a name?" He asks, cocking one of his eyebrows.
"I have a name." I snap.
"What is it then, love?"
