The girl in my class.. (Zendaya fanfic)

Chapter 9

The worst possible thing you could ever do to someone is ignore them. Well, not really but to me it is. I would rather be made fun of, slagged, physically hurt than be ignored. I'm someone who values communication more than anything.. and when someone does ignore me I get a weird sense of claustrophobia that strongly kick in, and I start to hyperventilate which can sometimes lead to me having an anxiety attack. What's even worse is when someone ignores you but they know that this is your biggest pet peeve. They know you have anxiety and they know you may be composed on the outside but you're crying on the inside, yet they still ignore you. That shit sucks balls. Really.

English dragged. It felt like I was in that class for a week. I turned around at one point and asked Zendaya for a pen, but she wouldn't even look at me. I felt so unwanted and helpless. I couldnt tell whether she was being jealous, angry, upset or petty... Or if she truly didn't give a fuck about me and this was an exuse for her to stop talking to me. It was making me feel physically ill, overthinking. I always overthink, but everything turns out fine in the end. But I had a feeling this time was different.

But why would somone be mad about something so small like a seat? I couldn't understand that. Yet, I felt so guilty, but I mean what was I expected to do? Zendaya knew how kind I was and how I couldn't say no to someone asking me to sit beside them, so why was she mad? I couldn't get my head around it.

English was finally over, and when last class was finished I ran straight to my locker to gather my books, when I suddenly saw Mervat waiting for me at my locker. I really didn't want to see or talk to her right now. Not the time or place, Zendaya could come any minute.

"What you doing on Saturday?" Mervat asked.
Fuck. I wasn't doing anything. But, I couldn't tell her that. The last thing on my list of things I would want to do on a Saturday would be chill with Mervat, if it were to even make the list at all.
"I'm going out with a friend", I lied.
"Oh", she sighed, looking disappointed. "Which friend?"
I said the first name that came to my mind, "Zendaya".
"Yeah so what's the deal with you two?"she asked rudely.
"Sorry, I don't know what you mean", I said, bluntly.
"Are ya'll fucking with eachother?" she asked.
"Yep! We are! So back the fuck up before I beat your ass you ugly cracker", snapped Zendaya as she popped up out of no where.
Oh my god. My heart. What just happened?! I could have sworn she hated me an hour ago.
"Okay woah chill", said Mervat defensively, backing away from my locker with her hands protecting her face, almost like a shield, as though she was scared of Z. "I was just wondering".
"Okay well go wonder somewhere else", Zendaya said, as Mervat quickly moved along.

I felt so happy and warm inside. I looked up at Zendaya with the biggest smile on my face. She smirked back and put her hand on my shoulder.
"I saved you, but that don't mean I forgive you", she said, walking away and leaving me standing there filled with unaswered questions and confusion. Fuck me.