My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

'Rain, Dark and Leather'

'It is often in the darkest skies that we see the brightest stars'

Listen to Dark by Ellie Goulding for this chapter.
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Jess POV
It wasn't eerie or vulnerable or edgy or pinching at all to have a project partner who is honestly more presumptuous than you are. Alright, I know that spilling sarcasm is hard enough to ignore. I won't ever feel reluctant, like ever to declare myself to be the most dry person on this planet. I don't know if I was startled to know a person more rough than me or if I felt competitive of him to cross beyond the line of his rudeness level. Half an hour or more, I laid my eyes  on the person sitting right next to me who has by far reduced my tolerance level, scribbling down something in his notepad naming them as those never ending 'notes'. My fingers drummed anxiously on the table of oak wood, those of my eyes shifted themselves next to the impatiently ticking clock and my chest got remarkably weary of sighing loudly to let him know, I was loosing my resistance-to-waiting level. I glared real hard at his face which was constant and extraordinary engrossed in whatever the shit he was writing. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. It would be probably the tenth time I was dragging him out of his frenzy of notes to come into real world and discuss about whatever bullshit we will be doing for our project. Fifteen minutes earlier, Miss Amanda annouced the project, Fifteen minutes later, I was trying to be polite. I swear if that longer needle of the hideous clock hanging right in front me of moved to 9, it was going to be my next absolutely useless fifteen minutes. It was a single minute left, though I wasn't really glad to have wasted another set of fourteen minutes crawling swift right infront of me.
Tick.
This was it. I had a sudden storm of anger pulling itself out of my rough throat.
'Enough!!' I shreiked, slamming my hand against the wood.
Just for my defence, I never realised it was going to be that obnoxiously loud for the whole class to pull their ears and stop their whispers out for. He literally got shaken for a single minute.
'Are you blind or am I deaf?' Zayn screamed, responding me in exactly the same tone I expected. The whole class received fits of laughter at me.
I wasn't throwing any of my so worthy attention at them, but I was. It's the kind of attention you do give and pretend you dont. Just embarrassing little things.
I pulled my eyeballs out at him with much anger for him to blink his tangled eyelashes, and by tangled I don't mean curled up, it was a reference to how long his eyelashes were.
'Well than, why aren't you responding me? I have been barking for more than half an hour..'

'Maybe because I am not at all interested.'

'Oh so your little wittle stupid looser mind thinks I am interested in working with you?'

'Wittle. It's not even a word.'

'I don't care. You wanna work, great. You dont wanna work, that's more than amusing'

'God you are so bossy. I can't handle bossy, got it?'

'Are you seriously telling me to nod towards you, your highness? Come out of that vain aspect of yours.'

' I can't handle that Everest Attitude!' He shouted

'I can't handle that undying ego'
I shouted back.

'And I can't handle you two bastards'

No extras, I literally thought that voice came out of him that fast. Though it wasn't. It unfortunately belonged to the most ridiculous figure ever born on earth. Miss Amanda.

'Do you have any idea what kind of exhaulted mess you have created? Her voice sounded chirpy. For a minute I thought her squeal was going to end up in a soft cry. How wrong I was.
'You mean us, Miss Amanda?' I replied instantly maybe because I couldn't resist the way she favoured him. Not in this one. We both fought.
'Miss Barmada, I am extremely dejected and concerned about your isssues. You need to figure out what is wrong with you'
Even though a minute ago I thought she was about to cry, I was quite sure her deadly words were making me shed my tears.
'What do you exactly meant by that? You think I was an idiot to scream like that for absolutely no purpose?'
My voice went from quick to slow, fast to low.
'Clearly Miss Barmada, you helped me put my thoughts out in words. I never found your project partner pissing you off the way you did to all of your classmates. You have caused disturbance.'
'I seriously think you need to wear those eye sight glasses of yours beacause according to me, you are too blind and busy drooling over you crush than to actually find them ignoring their subjects'
I grabbed my books,  notepad and fled, while slamming the door too fast to blink an eye on. I think I saw that blonde flinch at the unpleasant noise it made.
What the hell was wrong with her? She thinks I am an idiot. Well, I don't think anybody else doesn't feels the same way. One thing goes right and it immeadiately jumps over the wrong one. I thought completing this semister and getting rid of my absolute crappy life would help me. But honestly, the way things are walking at that particularly slow speed on that unfortunate path, I don't believe I am ever getting helped again. I was walking really fast until I realised I had never disposed off my habit of bumping into random people. My face was hurt by something clinking and sharp. For a minute, I thought a needle pierced into my forehead. I took a step back, realising my ears were detecting some voice. I blinked my eyes a couple of more times until the blurry image formed into a crispy, clear one. There I saw a familiar face waving his palm infront of my eyes that were moving back and forth with it. I took hold of a locker on my side and struggled to gain control.
'I am extremely sorry, lady. I never meant to hurt you anyway' The voice was low and gritty, thick and some kind of I heard already. I looked into this face a little more vividly.
'Jessica? His voice got thickened with my name or maybe it was what I was practically hillucinating at someone who had said my complete name.