More Than I Should...(boyxboy)

More Than I Should-Chapter 2

ZAYN’S POV:

“uh-hello, can I sit here?” asking the guy in front of him when he reaches the only table that are available in a very crowded cafeteria, ‘availabe? Tsss… he thought, because he has to share with this weird looking guy sitting on the other side of the table who seems can’t tore his gaze from him… Maybe he doesn’t wanna share the table with him? Or maybe he’s someone that the school avoided that’s why he’s sitting alone? Oh no… stop it Zayn, stop thinking ridiculous things… it’s just that he looks creepy even though he can tell that this guy in front of him was in fact a very good looking guy, he can tell it even though he’s straight, but something’s off about him, he doesn’t look like the other student here who seems it’s their first time to see a guy like him, sure he’s a cute and he knows it… what? He just know he’s cute his mom told him and even the student in his former school told him his handsome, but he prefers term cute than handsome.

“uhm…if only you don’t mind?” he added, of course he have to ask, he have to act as if he’s a good lad. After all he’s just a transferee here, he’s just new, he don’t wanna sent a bad impression to this guy or to anyone from this academy, he can’t do those things he’d done from his former school. For my mom, he thought. He promises that this is his last school and will finish his high school here. He frowned remembering their conversation a while ago before his mom go to work.

This time it seems the weird guy already come to his senses and nodded before he continues eating his food. He sits awkwardly knowing that some girls are still looking and probably checking him…argh… girls he thought, he begin to eat his lunch, ‘hmmmm not bad, at least he’ll enjoy something now after the long wait at the principal’s office.

This is his third school since his father abandoned them, frowning at the thought, he only lives with his mom now, simple yet they surely make their everyday living worthwhile together, they did their best to make their lives not to be affected by the absence of his bastard father, maybe the best word is… they tried. He is a good son, a good friend, and a good student, actually a very good student, he is a consistent honour in his class but that was before… before their lives was normal, before his father ruined their reputation, before he ruined their family… that’s why this is his third school now. At home he’s the usual zayn, a very responsible and caring son to his mother, but in the outside it seems that he can’t control his attitude towards the other, he do things he never did before, he do thing he never thought of doing to the other people, he hurt a lot of people while coping from the abandonment of his dad, maybe he over reacted but he can’t blame his friends to act as if they were never friends before, he changed, he changed a lot, that good guy has been long gone, gone the same day as his father did.

He finished his food and check his schedule that was given to him a while ago from the long wait at the principal’s office… he frowned again... he heard a noise from the guy in front of him, they never talk while eating, he look up from the paper his holding and look at the guys who’s weirdly grinning at his food. Eh?

“What?” he ask, what the hell is his problem? Is he crazy, smiling at his food? Such a weird guy. He stops from grinning and compose himself before he responded to his sudden question.

“Nothing I just find my food funny, sorry if it bothers you…ah?” he answered seriously, ahhh, his voice is so soft and relaxing, oh… at least there’s something good about him aside from being a good looking.

“Zayn, I’m new here”

“oh, I see, that’s why you don’t know me” he whispered the last part and he didn’t catch it.

“what?”

“what? Nothing… enjoy you’re new school; I have to go now… Zayn” he says while smiling. Then leave. Oh… he never got the chance to ask his name. Well that’s not important for now.

He just nodded and continues inspecting his schedule. Ahh… he missed all his subject in the morning, he feels so tired waiting to process his papers, it could have been better if his mom was with him, if only she’s not that busy working at the hospital, she’s a doctor and so she just can’t ditch her duties to her patients, anyway he thought frowning again, what? There’s nothing wrong from frowning, is there? No right..? Hmmm… going back to his thought even though his mom was free she will never accompany him, he never tell her mom the real reason why his transferring… again.

 He just told her that he don’t want his old school anymore, and the teachers are crap and the quality of teaching doesn’t satisfy him anymore, of course his mother ask a lot of question before she said okay, she thinks there’s something off ‘bout his explanation but she can’t say no to him, she just trust him that much that’s why he loves her mom so much and will do anything for her. But he made him promise that this is the last time, and he agreed and swear that he’ll not fail his mom this time. He’ll try he thought…

The bell rang, he sling his bag to his right shoulder, stand up and headed to his very first class for today.

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It’s been years for Zayn but it seems he can’t find the room that was written in his sched.

“argh… fucking big school!!!” he swear stretching and brushing his brunet hair.

“Is there a problem dear?” someone ask him while walking at the long hall. Oh, a teacher he thought because of her uniform she’s wearing, but she looks young to be a teacher and very pretty as well he might add. Thank god for sending this beautiful angel! She just made my day.

“Ahm… I’m new here so I can’t find my room, I’m already 10mins late though, and can you help me find it please?” he answered to her and pleaded.

She walks towards him and lend her hand to look at his schedule. He gave it to her and studies it.

“You look young to be a teacher…” he can’t help but asking… very smooth zayn… smooth.

“I’m sorry?” she asks frowning.

“ah…mmm.. I mean y-you look so young to be a…ahh a teacher” he stutter, struggling from saying what he says a while ago.

“ohh… I’m not that young, if you consider 23 as old?” she said still studying his sched.

“hmmm…not really, no ahhh?”

“Ms. Edwards, Perrie Edwards”

“Zayn” he beamed and extends his hand but she did not mind shaking hands with him.

“Nice to meet you Zayn but maybe you have to go now in to your class before it’s too late?” she said returning the peace of paper to him.

“Come on, I’ll show you your room, your lucky I don’t have a class in the afternoon.”

When they arrive at the front of his room he looks at her and mouthed ‘thank you’ before he enters the room.

 And frowned upon entering the class because of the guy standing in front of the class, the guy from the cafeteria he shared the table with… eh??? What was he doing in front of the class? Then it hit him… Oh crap!!! He’s a teacher! That answers his question a while ago why he’s alone sitting at the table and eating alone, that’s why there is no one sitting with him. argh!!!  That was so embarrassing he thought.

LOUIS’ POV: