The High School Slut (one direction)

Ch.3

-Three-

As I went to back to my seat quietly and shyly , I noticed that , that was the exact opposite my mothers would have done. She probly would've mistrusted down make to her seat and gave smirks to every living boy in this damn small room who whistled at her. But I'm not her . Nor will I ever be. Why would I even want to be like her. She mean . Heartless, d-

"Sydney my names zayn" pretty eyes informed me. I slightly pouted so no one noticed. Now I can't call him pretty eyes now. What a shame . I giggled at my own thought. Do I do that often? I don't know, is that a serious medical condition .

Zayn caught my attention by rubbing my shoulder gently. God I've been so stiff lately . What happened to me . Oh I now the exact answer to that. Yup one word. Just one . My own mum. Ugh.

"I'm gonna call you Syd is that ok ?" I smiled at him and nodded making his pretty face light up with joy. Why the hell is he so happy there is nothing to be happy about. I mean look at the situation here. Were in school. And were in school, and lastly the most important reason that you can not forget is that well long story short WE ARE IN SCHOOL. Who wants to go to school on the last day of damn winter break.

I felt the oh so familiar feeling in the back of my head. So one is starring at me. Like intensely . This is kind of weird because the feeling is a little bit different from the feeling of you standing in the front of the damn classroom while everyone is either talking about you. Or actually listening to your name. I forgot how rude some of my fellow teenagers can actually be. I need to get out more. But that most likely won't happen because of my mum.

Once I turned around I saw a blonde starring at my so intensly I got kind of uncompterble but I didn't shift or anything. I started to get more entranced by his looks. I mean looks aren't a big deal to me but damn. He had blonde locks I could just run my fingers through countless amount of times . And darkish marine blue eyes I can't help but to get lost in.

Once that he saw that he got caught starring he quickly diverted his gaze back to his little notebook of who knows what. Well I think I wanna change that. I wanna see what's in that god damn notebook. I tried sitting taller to get a better look but he was sitting all the way across the classroom. God why did he have to sit some for away. What's in the notebook that seemed so exciting by the way his eyebrows are drawn in a frown and his blue eyes pierced at the writing he has yet to accomplish.

Some one is rubbing my shoulder again. I smiled at the kind and soothing gesture zayn does to get my attention . Hmmm I could get used to this.

"Yes zayn"

"We can go back to your house later to study because your not really paying attention to the board"

I faced zayn with pretty rosy cheeks.

'" yeah you can come over " we both smiled at each other and I copied the rest oh zayns oh so nearly written work.