Silence (Niall Horan)

Chapter 2

The rest of the day goes by in a blur. Most of my classes are boring except for Choir and Dance. Of course.

As soon as the bell rings to end school, I rush to my car. I open the trunk and put my stuff inside. I grab my Starbucks hat and apron and place them in my back seat. I don't have to be at work until 5 but I don't want to risk it.

As I open my door, I hear someone calling my name. I doubt it's for me since nobody even knows me. Plus, I have told everyone to call me Beckie not Rebecca.

"Rebecca!" I hear again.

I turn to find Zayn and another boy walking towards me. His friend is about the same height and has curly hair. He is wearing tighter jeans than Zayn and combat boots. He also has a white t-shirt and once again, I see ink. I can clearly make out a butterfly just above his belly botton.

"Yes?" I open my door and throw my keys on the seat.

"I know we just met today but my car broke down and we need a ride." he says as he looks at his friend.

I raise my eyebrow and his friend stands there staring at me. He is litterally undreasing me with his eyes. His hands are behind his back, just like a little kid. He is smiling and I notice he has a dimple. I don't find dimples on guys attractive but his is diffrent. His green eyes meet mine and he is basically begging me.

"Fine. How far away is it?" I sigh.

"Only a couple of minutes away from here." He smiles. I can tell he is much more polite than Zayn.

I tell them to get in and they both fight to ride in front but Zayn ends up winning. As his friend sits in the back, he takes my work clothes into his hands.

"You work at Starbucks?"

Zayn bursts out laughing. I look at him and try to understand why he is laughing. He hits his lap and I quickly turn to look at his friend. He shrugs and smiles. Damn him and his smile.

"What's so funny?" I finally say.

"I can't believe you work there. Out of all places. Starbucks! Really? Typical girl!" He laughs again.

I frown and he laughs harder. I stop the car and he looks at me confused.

"Get out."

"What?" he laughs.

"Get out. Now."

"Seriously. Aw, don't be upset! I was joking... Actually, no I wasn't. That's so lame!" He bursts out laughing again.

"But whatever. Harry lets go."

"He stays. I'll drive him. I don't want you in here." I say and shut his door. I drive away before any of them can say anything.

I look back at Harry and he is quietly laughing. Is he making fun of me too? Because I swear I will make him get off too.

I arrive at Starbucks and it's 4:30. Harry gets out of the car and stares at me.

"Do you want something?" I mumble as I walk in.

"Yeah anything."

I give him his drink and he sits down. I ask him if he needs a ride but says it's fine. I put on my work clothes and start working. By the time I'm done, it's 9 and Harry is still here. I clock out and walk over to him.

"What are you still doing here?" I ask him.

"Waiting for you."

"Let's go then!" I spit. I don't like the fact that he is Zayn's friend. Period.

I take him home and before he can say anything I drive away. When I get home, I take a shower and fall asleep right away.

I wake up and go straight to the restroom. I plug in my curling wand and take out my make up bag. I begin to curl my hair and my phone vibrates. It's a text from my friend Mia back in Texas.

* Good luck on your second day of school! I miss you already! *

I apply light makeup and pin my bangs back out of my face. I put on some skinny jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shit. I look simple but not too simple.

I rush too my car and I can hear my mom yelling at me for not having breakfast. It is colder than I thought it would be but I have no time to go get a jacket.

As I pull into the parking lot, I see a familiar face. Zayn. He is standing in my usual-to-be parking space. He moves as soon as he sees me pulling up.

I get out of the car and he eyes me over. I ignore him and start heading inside. I sit in my usual spot and Mr. Rodriguez looks up at me. His smile warms me. I smile back and Zayn walks though the door.

"Mr. Malik. 10 minutes early? That's new!" he chuckles.

He takes his seat next to mine and turns over to me but doesn't say anything.

"Can I help you?" I ask.

"Yeah. Uh, so you like the Rolling Stones eh?"

"I guess. I just like the shirt." I respond.

"It doesn't look good on you. Stick to normal girl fashion. Pink. Try to at least fit in!" he spits. Ouch.

"She looks amazing in that shirt Mr. Malik. Stop giving her a hard time!" Mr. Rodriguez speaks for me.

Zayn turns to look at Mr. Rodriguez and stares at him then back at me.

"No. She looks hideous. Plus, what would you know about girls and fashion?" he laughs.

"And you do?" Mr. Rodriguez asks. I take a sip of my coffee and get ready for what ever is coming.

"I have plenty of clothes from girls at my house since they never care to take it after I fuck them" I spit my coffee back into the cup.

Mr. Rodriguez laughs and stands up.

"You really want to go there. Argue about who has fucked more girls?" My mouth falls open. What? I did not just hear that come out of my teacher's mouth.

The bell rings and the class begins to fill up. Mr. Rodriguez takes his seat. He welcomes everyone with his warm good morning.

"Okay class, I can basically teach whatever in this class so today I chose writing. I want you to write about your most intimate moment. I know what you are all thinking "What a pervert!" I won't be reading them. They will go in that box back there. They will not be touched by anyone except your self. I chose this because I want you to write about something you have never written about before. So please, take out your notebooks and start writing"

I sit an stare at my paper. This is embarrassing. I'm still a virgin. I have never been touched or have ever touched anyone. I feel Zayn's eyes on my paper and he chuckles.

"If you haven't had any intimate moments yet, write about what you would want it to be like." Mr. Rodriguez answers my thoughts.

I start to write about how I want this to be on of my best memories when I look back. I want it to be special with someone I love. The bell rings and I move the the back of the room to place my notebook with the others.

"Rebecca, please come here." Mr. Rodriguez announces. Here we go again.

"I noticed you had a hard time writing today. Did you find the assignment inappropriate?" he grins.

"No. It's just I... uh... I'm uncomfortable telling my intimate moments." I lie. I don't want my teacher to think I'm a virgin. I have no idea why.

I turn and head to the door and I feel his eyes on me. I know exactly what he is doing.