The Boy

I had never fit in at my school in London. I knew I never would.

The academy was small. So small in fact that everyone knew each other's name. Yet, no one seemed to know mine. They all called me "It" as if I wasn't really a person. They only called me Annabelle (my real name) when they were mocking me.

I saw the way the looked at me when I walked by. I've heard what they said. I didn't mind. I was used to it having endured it for so long.

It all started one nippy fall day at the start of my sophmore year. I was sitting by myself at the end of the lunch hall. The other kids taunted me calling out

"Annabelle! Oh Annabelle!"

"Hey everbody! Look at it sitting all alone by itself!"

Whatever I thought to myself. It was just another normal day in the life of me. Or so I thought.

Everyone turned and stared as the cafeteria door slammed open. Out walked the most flawless human being I'd ever seen.

He had jet black hair, a toned body and the most gorgeous chocolate orbs you'd ever see. His uniform fit him perfectly and showed off his muscles. He was so dreamy.

Every girl in the room was in awe, even me. How could I not be? He was amazing. I keep my feelings to myself because I didn't need another thing to get made fun of for.

He stood in the doorway surveying the scene. Every guy and girl hoped he would sit down next to them. It didn't really matter to me because he was probably just going to end up making fun of me too.

There were collective gasps throughout the room as he walked by each table, not give any a second look. I didn't understand why everyone was suddenly so quiet.

I looked up to see the boy with a adorable smile plastered on his face walking towards me.

When he reached the end of the lunch room he stopped, put his bag on the table, and turned to me saying "I'm Zayn. Is this seat taken?"