Chapter 2:
I didn’t move, I just stood there not even making a noise. I felt the skateboard roll up next to me. I just put my hood up, my hair out blowing in wind. “Where do you think you’re going?” The British accent vibrated by my ear. I picked up my head and stared at him, his black hair perfectly slicked back, blowing against the wind. His dirt brown eyes stared into my icy blue ones, waiting for an answer. “Where do you think, Zayn?” I said annoyed. “Well....,” He started walking around me, wearing his ripped jeans, dark blue varsity jacket, and black converse, all dirty. “I know it can’t be school,” He stopped in front of me. “You’re already late.” I saw a smirk appear on his face. “Actually I am.” I said as I tried to walk past him but he kept blocking my path.
