Rules [Zayn Malik Fanfiction]

Chapter 2

“Everyone this is Zayn. Zayn Malik.” 

Zayn just kind of stood there a litte awkward and gave a little smile. There was something about this Zayn Malik that made me slightly confused. I was usually a pretty good judge of character but I couldn’t figure him out right away. 

“You can take a seat anywhere you would like.” Mr. Cic says to Zayn, motioning his arms toward the desks. 

Zayn nods and walks to the back of room. Of course, there was an empty desk by me. He sat down and leaned into the chair letting out a sigh. I couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief or not. He looked over at me and smiled. 

“Hi there.” I look over at him and immediatley look back towards the front of the room. 

“Uh..I said hi.” he says a little bit more stern and his accent thicker. 

I look back at him with an annoyed look. His face turns confused almost as if he is trying to say "what?".

“Our teacher is talking.” I say as quietly as possible, alot more rude than I had expected.

He gives a little snicker while shaking his head, facing back towards the front of the room. One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone starts talking to me during a class and of course, that just had to be my first encounter with the new guy. During the class period, I noticed that Zayn would occasionally glance over at me. I tried to ignore him but it started to get annoying. After the longest 20 minutes of my life, class was finally over. 

"Hey!" a british accent shouts to me as soon as I walk out of the door.

I turn back to see Zayn trying to catch up with me. 

"What do you want?"

"Well, first off, I want to know why you are being such a bitch to me. I also want to know where room 923 is." 

"First, I don't like people trying to talk to me during a class. Also, 923 is in the music department. You'll have to go on the other side of campus."

"I'm sorry if I bothered you but no need to be a bitch." he says with a light laugh. I wasn't the least bit offended. I did come off as a bitch. I was known for being stuck up, rude and opinionated. I couldn't help it. I decide to just ignore him and move on to what I know he is about to ask next.

"Could you sho-"

"I'm going to the music department for my next class, too. You can follow me."

"Thanks. I never got your name.."

"Natalie. Natalie Frances."

"Natalie, huh? Nice name. It suits you. I'm Zayn. Zayn Malik." 

"I know. I remember Mr.Cic telling everyone in the begining of class." I feel like everything I am saying to this guy is coming off so rude but I really cannot help it. Something about him bothers me. Before I know it, we finally are walking through the doors of the music department.

Before we walk any further into the music department, I turn to him and ask "What's the room number again?"

"Room 923. I think it's piano lessons with Mrs. Feralee."

"You are correct. I'm in room 915, I guess I'll walk you over there."

A hallway and a left turn later, we finally arrive to our destination. I gesture to room 923 while also starting to walk away.

"Hey, uh.."

I pause to turn back towards Zayn. I notice how out of place he looks. He doesn't look right being at an arts school. He looks like a guy who should be out getting laid or being bad ass. Not getting degrees in music.

"Yeah, Zayn?"

"Thanks for walking me here. See you around, Natalie."

Yeah, see you around. As much as he already bothers me, there's a little part in me that's hoping that I will.