the Bradford Bad girl

PART 11

I rolled my eyes and laughed : ‘ together? In your dreams . I can do them by myself okay . “
He got up from the sofa and added : “ it’s okay Oumayma , but I know that you have problems in math .. hum well just saying … and if you don’t do them correctly the teacher will yell at you ..just saying.”
Yes he was teasing me or something like that? What was playing in his mind ? something mean? Evil? Revenge? Maybe .
I glanced at my exercises and honestly , I understood ….Nothing. he was right I needed help.
He started singing : “ la la la I’m going to do my homework lala …”
“Zayn.” I interrupted him .
“yes?” he stopped and took his schoolbag.
“it’s okay , I mean .. help me. Ok . you won dork .”
He smirked  and sat again beside me.
 “ I knew it,  you cannot live without me.” He chuckled
“ WTF. Just help me with those exercises , I can’t believe I’m here with you .” I groaned and opened my book .
“ I cant believe it either.” He smiled and took a pen . I finally tried to face him & his eyes , they were killing me .
“ what do you mean?” I asked curiously .
“ ooh I mean I … I can’t believe that we are actually .. talking . I know it’s stupid but during the whole week , I wanted to talk to you , but I couldn’t .” he stuttered and opened his pencil case
His sentence was enigmatic , too enigmatic for me , so a managed to mouth  a “ Explain more “
It changed him , he looked kind of stressed , or nervous , or both of them at the same time .
“ huh , I  I wanted to , talk to you that’s all .i ..i….” he looked down . I felt kind of strong : ‘ why??’’
“ because …hum . Oumayma can we start the exercise ?” he pointed at my book .he looked like he was suffering because of my sentences .
“ ..Ok.” I shrugged and looked at my book .
“ ok so for this , it’s so easy you just need to  add this number but in a negative form then well huh …” he leaned towards my book , touched my hand accidentally and blushed slightly “ sorry.”
I felt like I was going to die for a moment , his touch made my whole body weak , I was shaking weirdly . no I cannot be like that . I hate him… well I think.
He coughed “ okay so I said in an negative form and .. Oumayma I’m lost too haha” he giggled nervously . my sight  was blurred .
I laughed too .
We spend the afternoon like that , talking about math , that afternoon I didn’t hate him anymore . now I can say that …… I don’t like Zayn Malik , but I don’t hate him.
When we finished the last exercise , I heard a knock on the door . 
“ who’s that?”
“ wait up I’m gonna see . “ he shrugged and got up from the sofa . I went in  the toilets .
I picked up my stuffs quickly and bent forward . ‘ZAYN ! who was that?’ I shouted .
Zayn closed the door and whispered : ‘ oumi , I t was your mom .”
Oumi? It was the first time he calls me like that . like if we knew each other ages ago. I didn’t really care about it , because when I heard the word : mom I jumped : “Where is she? Why did you close the door !!!!!!!!???”
“because…..”