Chapter 7 (z):
Echo POV:
When she finally finished cleaning off all her smudged make up and reapplied without further questions on what happened at lunch which I'm thankful of we headed down the deserted hallway and to class. Until I realise I didn't even know who she is.
"Hmmp.. I know this is pretty rude but what's your name?" I spoke while looking off to space to avoid any awkward stares.
"Ohhh I'm Sophie and you must be Echo. Everyone's been talking about..." She said with a giggle.
"Really?" I groaned. "What have they been saying?" I stuttered, scared of the answer.
"Ohhh you know about how 'hot you are'" she shrugged whilst making air quotations. "And other things..." She murmured.
"What other things?" I asked while trying not to look offended as we stopped in front of the class.
"Don't worry about it!" She yelled while running down the corridor in the opposite direction. "I'm already late!" And she was gone as she turned the corner.
Great people are talking about how much of a freak I am. Another blow to what's left of my self-esteem.
I opened the door expecting everyone's burning eyes on me but they were on the board viewing a movie. Or should I say what looks like a documentary.
As I look around for the teacher his eyes were fully emerged in on the documentary which looks to be about gorillas. So I quietly walked to the back of the class and took an empty seat.
When the bell finally rang to signal home time I lifted my head from the desk and was out of the class not wanting to hear another groan. From the gorillas that is.
When I finally got home, I dropped my things on my bedroom floor and rubbed my sore legs from walking to and from school not to mention the school being really big and each classroom is like a long hallway from one another, I plopped myself on to the bed and letting the warmth of my sheets engulf me as well as my thoughts.
The only thing that ran through my mind was Zayn. Why did I push him away? He was so nice. I should of at least said thanks. Right? I won't let him get to me. Remember what happened last time when you let someone in?
When I finally sat up from my bed and get away from my bad thoughts, I grabbed my laptop and jumped on Facebook. Hoping it would keep me busy as it usually does.
'20 new friend requests' what? I never usually get friend requests. Well only if one of my friends makes a new account. But still that's rearly.
Moving my finger across the mouse pad to my notifications I clicked onto it and a lot of people popped up, that I don't even know. As I scrolled down the list, I ignored most of them mainly because I don't really want randoms on my timeline talking about there life and how they had the best coffee today. I keep scrolling and quickly accept Sophie's when I spotted her and I feel like I can trust her, until I stopped completely and stared as my eyes widened at his name in bold black letters. Zayn Malik.
What should I do? I panicked. Zayn doesn't really seem the type to have Facebook anyways. I tried to reason with myself while I put my laptop to the right on the bed and start picking at my fingers.
You know what. I'm just going to pretend like I didn't see it as I slapped down my laptop screen and threw it across the floor. Lucky I have carpet I cringed.
As I lay down deciding to take a really early night not bothering to take off my clothes and change into my Pyjamas I slip into unconsciousness my only thoughts being of one Zayn Malik.
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