zane x reader Phoenix drop high (re-written 2024)

Tomorrow, Tomorrow -re-edited-

-Zane's P.O.V. -

Good, she's here today I'll give her the text book and get mine then go. I'm kind of nervous, she is pretty. I get kind of nervous around girls.

"Here." I say as I hand her the text book her eyes lit up as she looked up at me. She took the text book into her hands, looking it over before setting it on her desk.

"Thank you! Here let me...." She started speaking, leaning over and opening her book bag, pulling a matching science book out and handing it to me. "There. Back in order." She flashed a smile and looked away before her eyes met back with mine. "I took photo's of the notes you had in there, I hope you don't mind. You have nice hand writing by the way." She complimented casually.

"That's fine, thanks I guess." I felt a blush creep over my face, I turned and started to walk away when she spoke up again.

"Hey wait." I hesitate before I turn to face her.

"What?" I asked, not wanting to continue talking. She seemed startled by my standoffish reaction.

"What's your name?" she asked her tone soft but her voice was almost enchanting, I feel like she's messing with me, why does she even want to talk to me? I furrowed my brows and stepped towards her.

"Why do you care?" I asked, anger seeping into my voice.

"So I don't have to refer to you as angry emo boy." She said holding up finger quotes, her voice dropped the shyness, sounding almost put up with my attitude.

"It's Zane" I said, she gave a triumphant smile, like she unlocked a secret that was only known to me, I rolled my eyes but couldn't find a want to leave this conversation. "You are...?" I motioned for her to continue, rolling my hand, palm up in front of me. It's not like I hadn't already seen her name written on her class schedule but I didn't want to seem like a creep.

"Oh (y/n) my name's ...(y/n)" she replied, the higher pitch returning to her voice, seeming glad that I had bothered to ask her name. "My friends call me (n/n)... Either or is fine. What class do you have first?" She asked, a nervousness in her tone as she fidgeted with a ring on her first finger. Why is she nervous, she had no problem standing up to Gene or demanding my name.

"Art." I waited for her to say something, I already knew she had the same class.

"Really?" she sat up straighter. "Me too...could I walk with you?" (Y/n) tilted her head and I nodded and rolled my eyes after turning away from her and began to walk towards the door. She picked up her things and jogged up to talk with me as we went to class.

I didn't really know what to say but thankfully the art room was just down at the end of the hallway so conversation was only short lived. The door was propped open as we walked in, the smell of dried paint and clay filled the air as we stepped in.

"Where do I sit?" She looked around the room, still following me to the back of the room where my normal seat was waiting for me.

"In a chair duh." I rolled my eyes. She let out a small giggle, looking at me with a smirk on her face.

"Aw damn I wanted to sit on the floor." she retorted with sarcasm dripping from her lips. "No, but really where can I sit?" She said in a serious tone with a small smile.

I thought for a moment, would she even sit next to me? I pulled out a chair next to the one I was going to sit in, "No assigned seats." I said as she didn't hesitate sitting down next to me.

"Thanks." (Y/n) said as the teacher walked in with bell giving its final ring, signaling the beginning of class.

"Okay class, unfortunately the kiln was not working last class so we are still waiting on your pottery projects so today is going to have to be a free day, paints, markers, pencils, crayons are all in the normal spots, remember be creative and have fun and most importantly, clean up after yourselves I am not your mother!" Mr. Morre said, taking a seat at his desk.