Chapter 6:
Zayn's POV:
I started making my way through the crowd of people swarmed around the table. Why did I jump into this? I don't need drama. As I reasoned with myself, I don't know what to do? I contemplated on what to do when I reach the table. But came up with nothing. Just be confident I repeated. I have never been in a fight or argument to think about it. Improvise it is I guess.
When I reached the table it was dead quiet apart from a few whisper in the back and everyone's eyes were on me but one burnt the most as I stared into her light blue orbs and looked away when she bowed her head as her cheeks turned a few shades darker.
"What do you want Zayn?" His spoke as everyone silenced.
"Ummm you have no right to speak to anyone like that." I replied with a strong voice.
He just laugh. "Zayn, just go back to making cupcakes and cakes in the kitchen mate"
Is he serious? "Just because I respect woman doesn't fucking mean I'm necessarily one!" I yelled back surprising everyone, mostly myself.
With his wide eyes Harry hopped off the bench and was in front of me in seconds. "You think your so funny?"
As I was about to reply Echo was in between us in a heartbeat. "Stop it both of you's! Just walk away Harry."
When a second glance from me to Echo he grabbed his bag and left. "Yous deserve each other" he muttered whilst disappearing through the double doors. While everyone went back to we're every they came from.
When I looked back down to the smaller girl who still had her hands glued to my chest and with my hands around her waist, her eyes filled with disappointment as she pushed herself away from me and left dragging along the nerd without a second glance back.
What is with her and being so cold towards me? I saved her. Have I done anything wrong I pondered as the bell finally rang.
Echo POV:
As we strolled to the girls bathroom still dragging the girl Harry harass with me, the only sound heard was our shoes being scraped across the floor.
"The girls toilet are over there" she said as I stopped whilst looking up and down the corridor.
"Thanks" I muttered.
When we barged through the door I threw myself onto the floor and brag my knees to meet my face whilst wrapping my arms around them trying not to suffocate while rocking up and down.
"Ar..are you ok?" A small voice stuttered after what seems like an hour knowing its only been a few minutes.
When I looked up still having my face being half hidden behind my knees, she was looking into the mirror while dabbing a piece of toilet paper in water to wipe away her heavy smudged make up.
"You know make up isn't so healthy for your skin" I muffled to change the subject. I don't like talking about what's wrong with me.
"Why do you wear yours then?" She replied with way too much attitude for my liking.
"To fit in" I simply answered not wanting to explain.
"Me too" she smiled as I returned.
"Society is fucked!"
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