'Why I Come to you?'

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'Because I know I if someone dare to hurt you, I won't waste a minute to tear him'

Listen to Photograph by Ed Sheran.
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Jess POV
I wanted to know if I was the only person left that startled and jaw dropped as the others sitting nearby. My cheeks burnt of the sudden contact and nothing but adrenaline showed it's presence every next minute. I collected my thoughts and stood up, with yet another doubt in my head. But this doubt was far more furious than I thought it would be. The only reason I was enjoying being with that hunk was the way he treated me, like no other thing in this whole world mattered to him or bothered him in a way. I wasn't sure how to react in the class being right next to this somehow eerie moment. Chemistry? I had no clue.

I moved towards my locker, eavesdropping to every comment being made at me. My heart throbbed real fast as I took a glance of Zayn coming forward. I promptly sorted out the books in my locker, grabbed my paper work and turned the other side. I just wanted to get the least of him. He did created an awkward moment for me and honestly, I am still a lot baffled about this. I could feel footsteps thudding behind me. The nearer it came, the more audible was his voice.

'Jess. Jess wait!!'
The endless panting in his voice was driving the hell out of me. I was having a weird pang in my stomach.

'What?'
I turned around to look at him. His face was poured up with so much agony. For a minute, I wanted to curse myself for doing this to him. Maybe I was over reacting. But, wasn't I the only one feeling the whole awkwardness he created.

'Look, I am sorry..'

'For what, Zayn?'

His eyes drowned and nothing could uplift them. He took another minute to reply.

'For being an asshole.'

'Just.. just don't talk about it. I am already feeling too weird to confront people. I need to make my way to class and so do you, maybe.'

He nodded to my response while I tried harder to scoot away as soon as possible. I reached class few minutes before the class started and much to my pleasure, there was no one around. I got seated and clutched my brain that was overflowing with thoughts and questions. Was I being stupid of reacting weird? Was I making this awkward by calling it awkward. I mean people would laugh at me if they know the reason I was getting disturbed on. I was in college but still thinking over pointless things. I don't know what made him do that or what he told others about me. All I know is that this is going to be our last confront.
The project submission.

Preoccupied in my meaningless thoughts, I felt some real strong hands placed harshly on my desk. I looked up at once to see a long blonde. She replicated like some American supermodel. Her huge eyes were fringed with thick eyeliner and the way she caked herself with tonnes of makeup wasn't surprising at all. I raised my eyebrow at her for her to start.

'Who do you think you are dork?'
Her voice was even more fabricated than her face.

'I don't actually know. I need to get introduced to you first.'

'Listen. Stay away from him.'
She frowned at me.

I shook my head in disbelief.
'Stay away from whom queen?'

'You think you can win Zayn all over with your worn out tactics? Pleasee. This bad boy new girl story is too old. Go try some other method'

She snapped out at me, with hatred popping out of her eyes.

'See. I have nothing to do with 'your' Zayn and neither am I working on some tactics. All you need to do is to find a better person to waste their time and your stupid words on.'

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