The Strange One ↠ Z.M

Chapter 2

That following Monday I walked to school, still feeling hungover from a few nights before. But the damp, cool, air made my headache feel better somehow. I just didn't know I would be able to get through the day without snapping on someone. Everyone's irritated me lately, the only person who hasn't is the boy I met at the club.

Granted, I only met him then, and we never met after that. But for some odd reason I'm seeing him everywhere. In my dreams, in my room, following me outside. But then I take another look just making sure he's there and he's not. It's just my imagination playing games on me. It sort of depressed me knowing I might never see the boy again.

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The school day went on, my headache going down but my patients was wearing thin. All I wanted was to see that stupid boy again. Well I wouldn't call him stupid, I would say he's rather smart. How bad I wanted to see him was the stupid thing.

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I got my lunch and headed to the lunch table where the rest of my friends were seated. I was about to sit down when I stopped. I saw the boy from the club.

I was frozen in my spot.

"Violet?" I heard Elena say, but I didn't turn to look at her. "Are you okay?"

I looked at my friends, sitting down waiting for me to join them. "I'm fine, I'll be right back" I started walking away while they all whined, wondering where I was going.

I was walking right towards the boy's table. He was sitting alone, no lunch, just him and his thoughts. I felt bad interrupting him but I wanted to talk to him. No, I needed to talk to him. I needed to know him, find out what he's like. I hadn't realized I was standing right in front of him until he interrupted my thoughts.

"Can I help you?" His brown eyes staring right at me.

"H-hi, I'm Violet," I stuttered, sitting down, "we met the other night"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I remember you"

I felt stupid. Maybe I just thought I knew who he was, "well, I remember you. You never told me your name"

"Good, you shouldn't know who I am"

"Why not?"

The boy turned his head, "because I'm dangerous"

I giggled, covering my mouth as soon as I did. "You don't look so dangerous" our eyes met then. For a second I thought I could tell what he was thinking just by this natural exchange of glances.

"Violet, I'm serious. Stay away from me, I was just being a flirt at the club. I thought you were an older girl"

"I knew that was you!" A smirk formed onto his face, that same smirk I absolutely adored. "So what, if you knew I went to school with you, you wouldn't have flirted with me?"

"Well I didn't really say that..." Our eyes reconnected. "My names Zayn" he held out his hand as if he wanted to shake mine. I took the weird gesture and shook his hand.

"How do you know my name? I mean, you obviously didn't know who I really was" I blurted out, honestly wanting to know.

"Your friends." Of course, wow I'm idiot. "They were yelling your name, I could just hear them over the music"

I nodded. "So do you maybe-" I stopped mid sentence when my on and off again boyfriend, Liam came over and stood near me.

"Hey Violet" he smiled, "what are you doing at this loser's table?"

I looked over at Zayn who had his eyes on the other side of the lunch room, I didn't blame him. "I don't think it's any of your business where I'm sitting, now you can walk away"

I saw Zayn look back at me, then at Liam. Who scoffed, rolled his eyes and walked away. Liam was a douche, but I did love him at one point. He was Elena's brother so I couldn't be too mean to him. But he deserved all the shit he gets because he does the same thing to other people.

Zayn touched my hand that was resting on top of the table. I flinched, not expecting that to happen. When Zayn smiled slightly at me. "Thank you"

"It's no problem. He's my ex, he's always on my ass"

Zayn furrowed his eyebrows, "you, and him? I could never see that happening"

I chuckled, "yeah, we are two complete opposite people. We've been on and off again for a few years but I'm not ever getting back together with him" I looked at Zayn who looked bored at hell. But then I noticed his eyes, changing, from brown to a light gold. "Woah your eyes"

Zayn turned towards the windows of the cafeteria so I couldn't see him, "Violet, you should go"

"Where do you expect me to go Zayn?"

"Just get away from me" he spat.

I immediately stood up, picking my lunch up and heading back over to my friends. They gave me an odd look, probably wondering where I went. I looked over at Zayn's table, he was gone. It's like he was always disappearing. I sat down in my usual seat and my friends all looked at me.

"Why did you sit over there?" Anna questioned me.

"You remember the boy I met the other night? At the club?" My friends nodded, "well that was him, Zayn"

They all seemed surprised. I didn't know why, Zayn was hot. Obviously, and he was interesting, mysterious. Someone I would love to just sit on the couch with and listen to him talk about himself. The depressing thing is, it probably will never happen.

"Zayn was the mystery boy?!" My friend Marie practically screamed in my face. "What a plot twist."

I rolled my eyes, the three of them laughed and I chimed in. Soon it was like a normal lunch, talking about things we saw the night before, or boys we thought looked cute today. But the fun was stopped when the bell rang for 4th hour. I groaned, throwing my lunch away and walking with my friends out of the lunch room.

I saw Zayn leaning up against the wall down the pool hallway, I wanted to stop and talk to him. Ask him what happened, but I realized I was being weird. I stopped myself and decided to head to class, I'll just talk to the mysterious boy another time.