I sighed frustrated as I picked up the brush. It was coated with dry paint and absolutly useless. This assignment was dues in a few days and it seemed like everyday I came to work on it someone had taken my paint brushes out of my station used them and didn't clean them. I therew the brushed down and went to the door. I went across the hall to the storage room to search for a new set of brushes. I opened the door to find him standing there working. He was always a quiet guy and I don't think he ever really worked in the actual class rom. He looked up when I walked in and I couldn't help but blush as his eyes met mine. "I um, need a new set of pain brushes," I said as away of apologizing for interupting him. He nodded his head and pointed to the shelf that held the painting supplies. I gave him a smile and walked over to it. I spotted the paint brushes on the shelf that was one down from the top. I felt a rush of embarassment when I realized there was no way I could reach them with my five foot one frame. I didn't want to bother him beacause when I turned around he was working contently on his project. I looked back at the shelf determined to reach them my self. I streached as high as I could and stood on my tip toes but still came up empty handed. I let out a quiet huff and looked around for something I could stand on. I felt something behind me and watched a hand reach up and snatch the brushes I had just been reaching for. They had appeared to be the last ones up there so I turned around quickly to yell at whoever it was a demand the brushes I needed. I stopped when I came face to face with Zayn he held the brushes out to me a smile on his lips. "Thanks," I said returning the smile. He leaned in slightly his chest pressing against mine and I wasn't sure what he was doing. That is until he pulled back with a can of spray paint in his hand. I blushed at my own thoughts, there was no way he would kiss me, or try anything. I don't even think he knew I existed until today. Hell I don't even know if he knew anyone existed but himself the way he hides away from everyone. "You don't talk much do you?" I found myself asking before I could close my mouth. He shook his head slightly and turned to walk back to his work. I smiled to myself at least I got some responce. "So, what are you working on?" I asked feeling braver. He looked at me with wide eyes before waving me over, "its a more urban inspired picture," he said speaking for the first time. I looked at the piece in awe. It was a spray painting of a girl with graffiti writing as a background. The words read beautiful, talented, she'll never know, and I wish she could see. I examined the girl closer and my hand reached for a lock of my hair, I blushed at the thought but ased the question anyway, "I-is that m-me?" I asked barely above a whisper. He nodded his head looking away from me. "Its beautiful Zayn," I said smiling at him. His head shot up when I said his name, "Y-you know my name?" he asked his eyes wide. I nodded my head letting out a little giggle. How could I not know his name? He was only the most perfect boy I laid eyes on. "Is that why you chose to work in here?" I asked blushing again at the idea of him thinking I was beautiful. He nodded, "that and I don't think its a good idea to poison the whole class with the smell," he let out a laugh that was like nothing I had heard before. I smiled wide, "Oh, and its ok to poison yourself?" I asked quarking an eyebrow. "I'm used to it," he said simply setting the painting back down next to the aray of collored paint cans. he looked back to me and I took a step forward wanting to try something. He looked frozen as I moved reaching my hands up to his face. He let me pull him down to me and I stretched up to meet his lips. It was a light kiss at first, but as he began to take the lead I couldn't help but follow. He wrapped his arms around me pinning my body against his. He lifted me off the floor slightly and began to walk backwards. I felt the wall behind me and used it as leverage to move myself up a little. I locked my ankles together wrapping him in my legs. I pulled back slightly needing to breath. His lips continued down to my neck and I wasn't expecting him to be a bitter but he was. He bit down on my neck surly leaving a love bite. I gasped loudly and arched my back into him. "Zayn," I whispered breathly into the air. I felt him press against me and gasped again at the feeling of his hard on against me slowly heating core. His hands gripped the bottom of my shirt and he pulled it over my head. He let me down long enough to pull my pants down. I stopped him then he tried to pick me back up so I could pull his shirt off and drop his pants. He kicked them away before pulling me into him connecting my lips with his. His hand slipped into my panties and he rubbed me quickly insearting two fingers. I leaned against the wall for support. I couldn't believe I was doing this but I didn't want it to stop, "Don't stop," I moaned when I felt him pulling away. He shook his head and slipped my panties down my legs. He picked me up again and kissed my lips hard his tongue asking for enterance. I let him in tangling my tongue with his but not bothering to fight back when he wanted dominance. He un clipped my bra and pulled the strapless from my body. His lips left mine and he stared down at my naked form in front of him. "You truly are beautiful, you know that," he whispered resting his forhead against mine. I shook my head looking away from him. I felt his fingers catch my chin and pull me back to look at him, "yes you are," he whispered not letting me go. I felt him entering me and was a little shocked since I hadn't seen him remove his boxers. My head fell back against the wall as he began rocking his hips into mine. "Oh fuck Zayn," I called out quietly remembering where we were and that there were still people in the school. "You're so tight," he said grinning down at me. His eyes closed as he let out a moan, and I couldn't help myself. It was the hottest thing I'd ever heard. My head fell to his shoulder as I felt myself getting closer. I bit his shoulder to keep myself from screaming and let a few moans and whimpers esape my mouth. I felt myself clenching tighter as my orgasm neared, "Zayn, I'm so close," I whispered as a warning. I didn't think I could last past one with as good as this was feeling. "M-me too," he replied his pace quickening. I could feel the firer burn hot and then begin to spread it travled up my stomach down my arms through my let to my toes. My nails clawed his back and my teeth dug into his shoulder. I could tell I drew blood but he didn't seem to mine. He gave a few more thrusts before releasing into me. I felt my body twitch slightly as he pulled out. He set me on my feet and the two of us started to get dressed. We heard footsteps getting closer to the door and the voice of the teacher pour in from the space below the door. We raced to dress ourselves and I ran my fingers through my hair making sure it looked ok. The teacher came in just as the two of us were finished, "Oh Zayn, I didn't think you were till working in here," she said politly. "Its alright Mrs. Ryan," he replied smiling at the older lady. Her eyers landed on me, "Oh hello Y/N, did he show you the picture he painted of you? It really is beautiful in my opinion," she said smiling at the two of us. "Yes he did, actually I love it," I said giving him a smile. "I know its none of my business really but are you two together now," she asked gesturing to our hands which Zayn had intertwined while we were talking to Mrs. Ryan. He looked at me hopeful and I couldn't help but let a wide grin cover half my face, "Yes we are," I said confidently. I looked back to the teacher and she awed at the two of us. "Ok, ill jsut grab what I came in here for and leave you two alone," she said turning to grab somethings off the shelf. She stuck her head back in the door after she walked out, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she said winking at the two of us. I blushed a little, if only she knew.
