Chapter 1:The Dream

Chapter 3: Knowing Zayn Better

I was walking towards the door of my language class when I've noticed Zayn went inside first. I just can't believe what's happening. We're classmate. What's the worst thing to happened next?  I was in the bad mood for that morning. Can't even take to stare Zayn. I musn't be judging him cause we've just met but the way he treats me is such very irritable and I don't like it. Cause I believe in my own stand that in order to gain my respect, you should respect me in return. 

Zayn was introduced in the whole class before we begin our lessons. And the next worst thing happened is that he is asked to sit beside me. Zayn was staring at me for the whole time. "Why is she talking to herself?" he asked himself and just rolled his eyes. "Take it or leave it you don't have any choice left Sophia. He will be your classmate until you finished your high school and that's supposedly two and a half year to go." I just felt tears were streaming down my face. "I was crying?" I asked myself. "Why should i waste my tears to a person who is not worth it." But I admitted to myself that I am crying even if it really hurts to say because I really hate him. I don't care what would the whole class will say about me crying inside the room I just wanted to release all my hate for Zayn. I felt pity of myself . "Would you ever survived to meet him everyday without getting your blood pumped up until it reaches your brain?" I continued asking myself.

"Is this a kind of joke?" Zayn asked himself again. "Why is she crying inside our Language class?" he continued asking himself. Zayn take something out in his pocket and it was a handkerchief that has his name engraved on it. He was reminded by what his father said " Always offer your handkerchief to the one who needs it." He put his handkerchief on his table and was trying to concentrate on the lessons.