This one's super short. keeping the suspense and all that :P Tweet me @zakit97 or comment? ;)
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"Well Zayn, I hope you're happy here. if you need any help, just ask." Mr Fabing told Zayn. "Thank you, sir." He replied in his deep British voice.
"It's my pleasure. You can take a seat next to Aqeelah..."
My mind had been drifting and I had been thinking about how beautiful his boy was. But I was brought abruptly back to Earth when somebody whispered, rather loudly, "That's Shaun's desk!"
Everybody heard this, including Zayn, who had been making his way to the desk and by now was two desks away from the one Mr Fabing had gestured him to.
"Oh! Err..." Mr Fabing stammered, shooting me an apologetic look. He knew I was still cut up about Shaun's death. My eyes started watering...again.
"Err...When will Shaun be coming back? Because I can sit somewhere else if ..." Zayn said looking confused, awkward and unsure of what to do. By now, the tears were welling to just over my eyelids but I had to say something.
"No," I said. "You can sit there, its fine." Then just because it seemed like the right thing to do I looked up at Zayn and did my best to fake a smile. Zayn looked relieved but when our eyes met, I saw his face drop as he noticed the tears in my eyes. But without saying another word, he took his seat and Mr Fabing continued with the messages.
I kept my gaze fixed on my desk as I fought back my tears. But out of the corner of my eye I could still see Zayn's figure sitting in Shaun's desk. Where Shaun used to sit. I thought I had gotten over his death but it took every inch of willpower I had to not have a meltdown. And at last, the bell rang.
