Chapter 3

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Period One. I was 10 minutes late becuase Bershire was huge. Like, huge. I started to find my way around by period 4. We had an assembly to give the new students (aka me) a feel of the school. Soon enough, lunch time rolled around and I was still thinking of him.. what was his name? I started to guess names that went well with his face. John? I thought. No, much to basic of a name for his exotic face. Hm.. Eli? No. definetely not. "THINK FAST!" I heard a voice yell, breaking me out of my deep thought. Why was i thinking so hard about this? I ducked just in time, otherwise, I would've tasted football. I cringed as it hit a bystander behind me. I turned around to see the one who threw it, and what do you know. It was.. Oh right, I don't know his name. His dark eyes burned into mine as he said "Well, I think I've had enough run ins with you to learn your name."  He said laughing. He had a nice laugh. "Sage," I said confidently. "And yours?" I replied cooly. "Zayn," He responded. "Zayn Malik."

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