Cacophony - Zayn Malik

~Two~

I slowly turn the cold knob of the door, pushing it further to reveal a frame hovering over the small shelf in the wall. I virtually gawk at her refined physique. A brown body-cross bag comfortably perched against her left thigh. She is reading, her soft hand held up her chin. I follow the movement of her hand as she slides it down her slender neck. I would love to have my hand just there, to see if her skin is as smooth as it looks.

 I recklessly feel attracted towards her, automated. Chill.

She looks as though she is an angel, in the form of the most beautiful girl on earth. A human Barbie, she has long thick silky hair, ending with infinite soft curls. Strong cheekbones with plump lips and a small pointy nose. More elegant than seductive. Someone I'm not really sure of having seen around.

I run a hand through my raven hair, a strong shiver of lust runs down my spine. Without perceiving it, I find my legs dragging me towards her. I can't really think straight, I just keep walking, my heeled shoes making the click noise whenever banged against the floor.

This probably alerted her of my presence, she shot her head towards my direction. Her shocked expression had a lightning reaction which resulted in her throwing the book in mid-air then trying to catch it. 

And let me put forth my incandescent infatuation, the mere 0.22 seconds her cerulean eyes looked straight into mine, seemed as though I was staring right into the ocean.

She lets out a loud huff as she caught the book and placed it back into the shelf, I see she was reading one of cockiest novels ever- Romeo and Juliet. I shake my head mentally to clear all the thoughts piling up and tuck my hands into my denim's pockets, looking everywhere but at that girl. She clears her throat, and I keep standing 4 meters away from her.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Brent." 

I look at her to find her sticking her hand out at me. Puzzled, I don't skip the urge to turn and look behind if Brent entered the cabin already, but could find no one. I look back at her and she's still holding her hand out, with an acknowledging smile, and it all hits me.

 She thinks I'm Brent. Ha! who wouldn't, this physique is too manly. I decide upon playing along for time being, I don't really have any fun now-a-days.

I quickly take her hand and suddenly feel as though I'm holding a baby's hand. 

"Nice to meet you too." I speak, my voice rather hoarse, trying to depict that of Brent. I raise an eyebrow at her, which resulted in the same reaction from her. 

Is she copying me? I clear my throat, and she does the same. A small smirk plays on my lips displaying her defeat.

I give upon the childish demeanor, walking towards the mahogany table which belongs to Brent; located in the center of this big room. She trails behind me. I casually shove my right hand out to roll the paperweight and rest my back on the table. 

"So, you must be the new girl right, Ms...?"

She bats her eyelashes at me, with an expression I couldn't really read and says, "Robinson." I nod and she continues, "Yes, Mr. Brent."

"Collin." I correct her depicting Brent's croaky, husky voice. She nods and opens her mouth to speak but I cut her off the same way Brent would do, "So why do you think you deserve this job, Ms. Robinson?" 

She frowns before opening her mouth again to speak and I cut her off, yet again. "Don't tell me you are in dire need of a job and all that wanky shit. I ain't here to entertain yo ass, Ms. Robinson." I spat just the same way Brent would do. I love his south accent, though I'm not going to admit it to him.

"But Mr. Bre-" She tries to speak but I speak up, 

"I want you to deter me that I shouldn't not take you as an employee. Come on." I roll the paper hold yet again. She gasps, her frown not leaving her elegant face, rather taken aback by my words. I bite my lip to try and not laugh off that expression. Oh poor Robinson!

"Come on, I'm waiting Ms. Robinson." I gesture her to the center of the room, she looks at me, rather ludicrously.

 "What do you want me to do?" She muttered through gritted teeth, failing hard at hiding her agony. It took everything inside me to not laugh at her constant blinking and staring absurdly at me to take back my words. 

After a long uncomfortable silence she sighs a loud sigh, displaying her defeat. The next second, I find her taking off her body-cross bag and throwing it in my direction, I hastily catch the bag in mid air and scrutinize my glare at her. She stares back at me with determination, as though challenging me. She sticks out two fingers, simultaneously digging it into her eyes and then back at me.

I stood there with my hands tucked in my pocket, with a vague mindset that she is going to show me how she could twerk. I mentally laugh at the thought. But to my surprise, the whole circumstance changes.

"Shaolin Kempo!" She says it out loud as her hand swung in mid-air, it went in one direction as if virtually cutting off the prey's head. I stood there stunned. "Shotokan-ryu!" She shouts again forming her hands as though she were gripping imaginary tennis balls and launched herself forward, letting her leg kick so high as though she was ripping off the prey's head, her leg reached the ground and made a loud noise, I stood there gaping at the perfection of her styles, she doesn't look Asian though.

"Wado-ryu!" She muttered and encircled her arms in mid air, raising her left leg as she stood there like an eagle.

 I can't express my astonishment, I stood there balling my eyes out at her. Our gaze shifts when the door flies open.

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A/N:-
 I don't even see a why in not liking Gigi Hadid, I personally adore her.
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