The New Girl

{43} Pencils, a new table, and Zayn+halls

My feet slowed as I saw the classroom door.  I don't want to go to this class.  I'm too nervous.  The one and only Zayn is in it.  The one and only guy I texted last night...It makes me uncomfortable because he knows a lot more about me than he should.  I guess I'm overreacting.  But what if he told everyone?  I told him about making out with Niall.  In my dorm!  When he barely shared anything.

I never even thought of this.  But what if it wasn't Zayn?  There isn't any proof.  It just said...Unknown.  Still, he texted in a Zayn way.  It was believable.  I should probably ask him before I assume things.  It will be awkward, but It's better off that way.

A crowded classroom appeared in front of me as I stepped in.  I shouldn't of walked so slowly.  I'm going to be stuck in the front.  Even though most of the seats were already full, the only person I could focus on was him.  Zayn. 

I think he was in the same position as me too.  His eyes already watching my every move.  It made me excited that he has put so much interest into me lately.  I would of never expected it.  I don't think anyone would. 

The only seat left was...next to Zayn?  He always has people wanting to sit by him. 

"Hey babes, I saved you a seat." Zayn cooly said.

I could tell people were staring at me.  Most likely because class was going to start soon.  I smiled lightly at him and sat in the seat he saved.  So he assumed I would want to sit by him?  Well I think anyone would want to.

"Uh, you texted me last night ..right?" I awkwardly asked.

He chewed on his gum, "Yea...you were the one texting back, correct?" 

I simply nodded and tried my best not to blush.  So It was Zayn saying that all.  And Zayn hearing it all.  He better keep it all to himself.

This Biology class began.  The teacher was going over boring notes as usual.  Whenever Zayn would look over at me, I felt like it was burning my cheek.  Does he actually think I don't notice?  It's so hard not to turn and look at him.  Now I can't pay attention to this damn class.  Thankfully, the teacher just gave us our homework and we had to work quietly on it. 

Once I got my paper I tried to get in a zone and work.  I love when they give you time to do your homework in class.  Very thoughtful for very unthoughtful teachers. 

My head snapped to the ground when Zayn's pencil dropped.  I was going to reach for it but Zayn already was.  I sighed and turned back to my paper. 

My stomach fluttered when I feel him gently feel my leg.  He brushed his fingertips down them.  Thank you God for making me shave my legs last night.  I laughed in my head thinking about if I didn't.  Oh I should feel her legs...they look so soft...and- EW NEVERMIND.

I went back to reality.  How is he getting away with this?  Oh, he "dropped his pencil".  I was frozen until he got back completely in his seat.  I exhaled.  I didn't even know I was holding my breath.  Why is Zayn getting me like this?  He's scaring me, but I secretly like it.