Secret

Chapter 1

"People who are heartless cared too much at one point."

Chapter 1

"What's that?" someone asks me, pointing to my drawing. I turn around to see Zayn, a boy in my art class. I sit back from my paper, examining it.

"I don't actually know. I sort of scribbled something down." I tell him honestly. Ms. Hall told us to draw something with lots of shapes and different types of line and I did exactly that.

"Well, it's pretty nice." he smiles. He has a nice smile and really rich brown eyes. His dark hair is hidden under a beanie today; it's different from his usual 'spiked up in the front' look. His tattoos are interesting, he has a couple on his arms. Really, all I know about him is that he's really good at art. "Thanks." I reply to his complement.

"I'm Zayn."

"I know. I mean, I'm Isabella; well, Bella." I say, hoping he didn't hear the first part.

"How come we've never talked?" he asks.

I shrug and color in a triangle in the middle of the paper.

There is silence between us.

"So are you done with your project?" I ask to make conversation. "Yeah, but I'm more into paint. Using an ink pen and paper is just...bland. I would much rather prefer a canvas and some paintbrushes." he explains with a grin.

Just by the look on his face, I can tell he means what he says. "That's nice." I smile.

"What's your favorite kind?"

"What?"

"Y'know, the medium of art you like to use."

"I don't know...I'm just taking this class for the credit." I say, drawing some more squares in blank spaces on my paper.

"Oh come on, there's got to be one."

"Um...well I like coloring, so I guess crayons and a coloring book." I shrug, drawing circles this time.

He stares at me with a blank expression and then bursts out laughing so that everyone in the class is staring at us. "Wait are you serious?" he laughs, clutching his stomach.

"I mean, yeah." I say uncomfortably.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"You're funny." he mumbles. "Well, the bell is about to ring. It was nice chatting with you." he smiles nicely.

"You too."

The bell rings just as Zayn said and I am satisfied enough with my project to turn it in. I put my pencil in my backpack and walk out of class to see Harry walking past out in the hallway.

I push a strand of hair behind my ear and walk in the same direction as him, hoping to catch up.

I bump his shoulder and he turns to me. "Hey!" I greet him. "Hey Isabitch." he says and I slap his arm.

"I was teasing, lighten up." he tells me and bumps my side as we walk up the stairs.

"Don't call me a bitch." I say.

"Sorry."

"It's not okay."

"I'm sorrryyy."

I look at him and can't help but smile.

"Bye Harry." I wave and walk into class.

I sit down and pull my phone out of my pocket as the tardy bell rings and a text pops up at the top of the screen.

Harry: Isabitchhh.

I roll my eyes and type a reply.

I said don't call me a bitch omg

I hold my phone in my lap now so that the teacher won't see it.

Harry: You know I'm just messing with you darling.

yeah I know but I don't like it!

Harry: Mhm okay. Pay attention in class missy. :P

Even when he is joking he makes my stomach flutter with butterflies, as cheesy as that sounds.